August 07, 2024

I have no clue why I am here, but there is a purpose to all places Truth leads me. It was a pursuit of a conspiracy in the beginning, but then my heart to testimonials was leaning. The testimonies of real people, real souls. Confessions of those who wish to be heard, yet their voices muffled by the waves of the seas. The seas of people. The waves of words and actions. 

I have little to offer, but what I offer is of truth and kindness.

"There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people."!! Shocking but easily seen.

Thus, my first entry into this diary powered by lightning is concluded.