oh if you allow me the chance to rant to you about the ghost that has been following me about i will take it. i may even jump at it. especially if i have a nasty cold, it's 5:30 a.m and i have ab/fab as background noise. if the situation looked something like that, chances are you could get me to go on and on about my ghost. truth be told, the truth isn't anything my imagination could even muster and paint up. i will tell all here because no one is giving me the "bat shit crazy look" on this blog not would i find myself giving a damn about anyone who took time to send me a "bat shit crazy" message. if i told you everything you would understand how badly i wanted to believe in sweet lost little spirits just wandering about on the other side. i also so badly wanted to believe i was talking to the spirit of an old friend i had always been bad boy in love with. i wanted to think that i had indeed befriended my own ghost of a friend who would stay up all night with me having spirit art parties via spirit writing. i imagined my ghost companion following me about town, myself having to watch out not to speak to him aloud lest the man who sells me my cigarettes thinking i am crazy. don't want him thinking i am talking to people who are not there because that would be exactly what id be doing. i wished i could just have a ghost best friend and lover and skip entirely the real world. i have always been told ghosts were only demons out to trick us. it was beat into my brain and yet i continued to want so very very badly to believe that the ghost who has been haunting my life for the past few months to be that of a sweet spirit. ok, if i was to really have my way my spirit would be that of some bad boy spirit, tormented, maybe a drug over dose ghost. all of this had clearly been well thought out. wishful thinking. that was then. i can hardly believe this is my story. i had hardly fathom exactly how all of this came about and i ended up with this son of a bitch. if someone told me identical stories to those that i am about to tell i would dub them a druggie (takes one to know one) or a very colorful sort of crazy. even my folks stand on the verge only of believing in me.
i already purged myself of the merger island adventure story and i assure you that my life has hardly been lacking in the supernatural. i am thinking of writing my own graphic novel about what i have been battling. my life has been all ghosts, evil spirits and strange happenings. not all, i wouldn't have survived the last few months without Jesus Christ. Let me tell you that I have spent my entire life trusting that Jesus Christ is truly my Heavenly Father. Believing that Jesus truly is the one and only true God. I can tell you now with every true and honest piece of me that Jesus Christ is the one and only true God. Jesus is everything He ever claimed to be. Not only that but He is the most beautiful, patient, tender, loving, king, merciful, graceous, gentle, forgiving, majestic, trust worthy, never failing, powerful, victorious, authoritative being my head and heart could ever imagine fathoming. I tell you that I have had my heart changed, transformed, regenerated by the love of Jesus. My relationship with Him has become the most essential and important relationship I have in my life. All as a result of this crazy. Thanks to demonic activity, possible posession mistaken for my own personal friendly ghost I fello madly in love with my Heavenly FAther, Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. AMen and a Halleluja.
"If you don't know where you are going, the road will get you there." ~
Lewis Carroll
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