It has been a long time since I felt evil. A long time in regards to what is going on. From when I started writing in the beginning of July, the timeline of events, of what I consider to be transcendent communication with the Divine, have felt accelerated.
I had a negative person come to visit, and I realized that I was slipping. I got angrier and angrier and I lost the wave I was riding for the past several months. I lost God, or so I thought. Probably what would be more accurate would be to say I simply could not feel Him anymore. I couldn’t feel my angel at my side either, which was unusual. I felt a darkness that swallowed me so deeply that I needed him but could not feel his presence.
I cannot remember a single thing of what went on. I should. I can remember in vivid detail all that I have experienced, and have written about, of the times I have felt the love of either God Himself or my angel. I don’t find this strange, but perhaps confirmation of its certainty. What I do remember is that as soon as I addressed the evil one, I changed into a different person immediately. I was myself again.
“You can ruin me as much as you want these next couple of weeks. You can break me. He will take me back. No matter how far I fall, I am still His. I will go back to Him. I will never not choose Him.”