The
world was merciless to my well thought out conceptualizations of the many and
varied delusions that I was affected by.
The hallucinations, I was also suffering from, only caused me to
perceive more validity in my delusions.
Despite my persuasive efforts to convince everyone that what I thought
was utterly true, they all had other beliefs about what was really going on in
my complicated world.
I
knew that I had to do something. I had
to make some sort of move to escape my personal pain. I concluded that all I could do was embrace
my true identity. I couldn’t see any
other options. I knew that I didn’t want
to die and go to Hell. I had to accept
the fact that God was in control, not me.
But it was very difficult to understand how and why God would make me
the second-coming of Christ. All I
wanted to do was run and hide, but I couldn’t, because there is no place you
can hide from God.
The
delusion that I was Christ was just one of all the many myths that the voices
told me were true. God was speaking to
me, and I had no doubt in my mind that what I was hearing was indeed, His
voice. I also had the ability to speak
to live, and even dead, souls. But
mostly it was the live souls of the people around me that I communicated with.
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