The God Order: Divine Signs & Spiritual Awakening

October 15 2023 was a night etched in my memory—a moment of raw, vulnerable connection with God. My heart was burdened with an almost unbearable heaviness, a sadness not for myself alone but for the world. As I knelt in prayer, I felt the weight of humanity's brokenness pressing down on me. Images of hate, injustice, and the mistreatment of others swirled in my mind, mingling with my own struggles. The air felt thick with something intangible—bad energy, an almost palpable sense of despair. All I wanted was for it to vanish, for light to replace the shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. In the depths of this sorrow, I turned to God, pouring out my pain, my fears, and my longing for a better world—not just for myself but for everyone. This journey I had been on was deeply personal, a path laden with challenges that left me leaning heavily on Him. I had reached a place where my trust in God became my anchor, the only thing keeping me from being consumed by the hurt I carried. Eve...

August 28, 2024 – I woke with an ache deep in my chest—a strange pain. Was it my heart? My back, maybe, from napping awkwardly in the car? It was hard to tell, but something felt off. I shrugged it off as one of those odd moments that come and go, letting life flow around me with its unpredictable rhythm. Then suddenly BAM 3 car accident. My vehicle unfortunately totaled. That morning, my resolve was clear. Nothing shakes me anymore—not in the way it used to. Life doesn’t wait, and I wasn’t about to stand still. There are only two choices in life: let worry consume you or face what comes head-on and move past it. I chose the latter. Life, after all, rolls forward, no matter how steep the climb or sharp the descent. It’s a rollercoaster, unpredictable and relentless. The only constant is the way you respond to it. God protected me in what could have been a devastating car accident, leaving my vehicle totaled. His divine shield was unmistakable, a reminder of His unwavering guidance. I’v...

August 26, 2024 The fast yesterday felt symbolic, as though it foreshadowed something greater. Today, I awoke with a different nudge, an urge to eat. I drove to grab breakfast, unaware that fate had another plan. In the parking lot, a fragile bird caught my eye. Its wing was bent, its movements hesitant, as if tethered to the brink of survival. Something inside me stirred. I couldn’t abandon it—not with the weight of knowing it might not last. I found myself chasing the bird, weaving between parked cars, feeling its desperation as though it mirrored some part of me. Finally, I caught it, cradling its trembling body. In that moment, I knew this was more than a simple act of kindness. It was an act of balance—a way to restore harmony in a world often disjointed. I named him Stevey. As I tended to Stevey later, a familiar ache surfaced in my stomach. It wasn’t just physical pain; it was something deeper, a memory woven into my being. It pulled me back to childhood, to moments of discomf...

August 25, 2024 I see the world differently, and today, I hope to guide you into this space where God isn’t just a distant figure but a friend, a teacher, and a guide—someone who watches, listens, and speaks. Today, God was saying hi again. It’s subtle but unmistakable, a presence woven into every moment. He’s always observing, sometimes through people, sometimes through the rhythm of life itself. It’s a unique feeling, knowing He’s there, yet never fully understanding until later. This is the truth I offer—simple, honest, undeniable. New Jersey. That’s where the signs keep pointing to. His persistence intrigues me, even as it confuses me. Today, He was adamant I fast. It wasn’t a suggestion—it felt more like a command, stern but loving, as if to say, You’ll understand soon enough. I obeyed, unsure of what lay ahead, drinking water as I waited for clarity. By 7:30 p.m., something remarkable unfolded. I was sitting in a parking lot, my car turned off, when I began to feel vibrations cou...

August 22, 2024 The air felt heavy as I sat down to meditate, my mind swirling with unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. As I closed my eyes and let the world fade, something unexpected emerged in the stillness—a vivid vision of a bouquet of flowers. Each bloom seemed to pulse with life, radiating colors that felt otherworldly, as though they carried an energy beyond what I could fully comprehend. The flowers were not just a symbol; they were a message, a whisper from the universe reminding me of beauty, growth, and renewal amidst chaos. The vision lingered, but as I returned to my thoughts, the weight of my struggles crept back in. Fasting crossed my mind—a practice I’d turned to before in times of need, a way to realign myself with something deeper. There was a quiet yearning within me to regain the peace I had once known, a peace that now felt distant, almost foreign. I realized I had to reset completely, to cleanse not just my body but my spirit and mind. I am determined t...

August 16, 2024 The moon hung in the night sky tonight, its usual size and familiar glow comforting, yet puzzling. How could it be that just weeks ago, at 6 a.m., it loomed so massive, so impossibly close, as if suspended just above me? That morning, stepping outside, I saw it—a celestial body, enormous and radiant, commanding the horizon. It felt as though it had descended just for me, its presence undeniable and profound. I didn’t take a picture, but the memory is etched in my mind like an indelible impression of divine intimacy. --- August 17, 2024 Taking a leap of faith is never easy. To put everything on the line and cast your net into the unknown requires courage, but it’s in that vulnerability that miracles unfold. God is the manifestation of the impossible made real. He embodies infinite potential, unmatched support, emotional healing, and the capacity to connect with the divine. Through Him, we unlock the dormant facets of our existence: physical regeneration, collective ascen...

August 14, 2024 Late last night, something extraordinary happened as I gazed at the familiar night sky. I’ve always been drawn to the stars, their silent brilliance offering comfort and mystery. But this time, something unusual caught my attention—a star I hadn’t noticed before. It was accompanied by a smaller red star, nestled so close it seemed deliberate. Could I have missed it in my countless nights of stargazing? It felt impossible, yet there it was. I grabbed my less-than-perfect camera and captured a picture. While the red hue didn’t translate in the image, the contrast between the larger star and its smaller companion was unmistakable. I’ve seen red-tinted stars before, but this one felt unique. It was as if it wanted to be noticed, as if it was calling to me. The stars have always whispered to me, but this time, the message felt clearer. I stepped outside and immediately felt drawn to the sky. It was a moment of inexplicable connection, and as I stood there, staring, I felt at...

August 11, 2024 The sun was warm on my skin as I gazed upward, a brilliant orb of light radiating into an endless blue sky. Suddenly, as if etched by divine hands, the number 7 appeared—clear, unwavering, undeniable. I didn’t know why. These things often reveal their meaning in time. Or perhaps, dear reader, the significance lies with you. Does the number 7 stir something within you? Before I’d opened the pages of Matthew or delved into the Bible, this moment already carried weight. A quiet thought whispered in my mind: I must be forgiving. I must offer second chances. I must practice mercy. These are the virtues I would want God to embody for me. Later, when I read Matthew’s words, I realized they mirrored my thoughts. Yet, doesn’t it make sense, even logically? God reflects the energy you project into the world. If you are cruel and unjust, you will experience a reflection of that cruelty and injustice. I’ve walked that path before—low vibrational energy, the kind that weighs heavy o...

August 5, 2024 The same dove from earlier this week landed right in front of me. Its soft tan feathers shimmered as it perched quietly, unbothered by my presence. We sat there, two beings simply existing in the same moment. It didn’t flinch or flee; it just stayed. As if it were delivering a message—unspoken but unmistakable. I thought about signs. You either believe in them, or you don’t. If you believe, you understand that they’re God’s way of speaking. If you don’t, all of this probably sounds absurd. That’s okay. Science thrives in the space of possibilities, just as faith does. My experiences compel me to share these signs, even though I know they aren’t all meant for me. They’re for you, too. When I started writing, a voice echoed in my mind. It wasn’t external, yet it felt like someone else’s thought imprinted on mine: “He’s performing the prophecy.” Over and over, the phrase repeated. I don’t know what prophecy, but everything I’ve witnessed aligns with something beyond coincid...

July 31, 2024 The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting golden light on the world below. As I walked, lost in thought about the ways corporations manipulate psychology to mold our actions, a flash of color drew my attention skyward. Three parrots, vivid and unmistakably wild, soared above me. Their wings glistened like painted jewels against the blue canvas of the sky. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My phone, barely alive at 1%, became my lifeline to preserve this fleeting miracle. I snapped a picture, silently praying it captured their brilliance. A “cotorra,” I murmured to myself. ✝️ Their sudden, vibrant presence felt purposeful. Could it be coincidence that these birds appeared as I pondered how human minds are influenced, or was it a divine reminder that truth has its own voice? In that moment, clarity washed over me—I knew the book I was meant to write. This moment, orchestrated with such beauty, felt like God’s unmistakable signature. Who else could weave such perfectio...

July 29, 2024 Today, I transformed two of my meditations into art. The first was a sunflower—a vibrant bloom framed by the endless expanse of a galaxy, its petals golden and radiant against the deep indigo backdrop of the stars. This vision came to me during meditation, like a gift waiting to be shared. The second was more intricate: a lone samurai treading cautiously across an unstable bamboo bridge. Each step he took seemed to tremble with uncertainty, a metaphor for balance and perseverance amid fragility. These images weren’t conjured from my imagination alone; they felt like messages from God, transmitted through meditation and translated into art. I’ve always believed my creativity stems from divine inspiration—an endless wellspring of meaning and beauty meant not only for me but for others. My hope is that when someone looks at these pieces, they too will embark on their own spiritual journey, finding whispers of the divine in the details. I love you, God, for choosing me as a v...

July 26, 2024 I sank into meditation today and saw a basketball—just floating, spinning gently in the air. The sight was vivid, yet its meaning eluded me. Was someone playing with it? Why a basketball? The vision lingered even after the meditation ended. Reaching this meditative state has become almost second nature. With each session, my body responds as if unlocking a hidden rhythm. I feel a wave of release starting from the crown of my head, cascading down the back of my neck, and spreading out through my arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, and toes. It's a total surrender, as if my entire being is aligning. I’ve realized there are levels to meditation, and I’m ascending to higher realms with every attempt. Later, I learned that on this same day, during the Olympics, a performance mocked the Last Supper, portraying Greek gods instead of Jesus and His disciples. It felt like a symbolic act—a deliberate push to distance humanity from God. The timing struck me as more than coincidenc...

July 22, 2024 - Last night, an inexplicable connection surged between me and the moon—a feeling too strange to ignore. It clung to me like an unspoken truth, leaving a peculiar weight in my chest. I believe it was either a full moon or the night just before, a time when the celestial body shines its brightest. The clock read 6 a.m. when I noticed its presence, hanging impossibly low on the horizon, defying what I thought I knew about its natural rhythms. Just days before the moon had been distant, a faint curve resting low in the sky as if retreating from the world. But last night, it was different. It loomed enormous, so close it seemed I could stretch out my hand and touch its pale, cratered face. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be. The magnitude of its size and placement jarred me; I could feel the wrongness in my bones, though I am no expert in astronomy to decipher the meaning. All I knew was that this wasn’t the moon I was accustomed to—it was alive with something more. --- Sc...

July 15, 2024 The clock strikes noon, and the frequencies are relentless. It always starts after 10 AM, building to a crescendo by 11, and by noon, it’s all-consuming. The hum is constant, almost deafening. Lying still, my bed vibrates beneath me, a gentle but persistent tremor. It’s as though the ground itself is alive, shaking and vibrating in rhythm with something unseen. I noticed this strange connection after the earthquake, but it feels deeper than that—like my body is a tuning fork resonating with the Earth. These vibrations aren’t new to me. I’ve felt them before, but only during the most profound moments of my life, like when my children were born. Back then, it was fleeting and rare, but now it’s constant. I used to feel it strongest in my palms—a subtle pulse, like an invisible current. When I pressed my hands together, the sensation was undeniable. Now, the vibrations ebb and flow, their intensity tied to moments of deep spiritual connection. When I meditate, pray, or uncov...

July 10, 2024 Change is a language I’ve always been fluent in. On this day, I felt it call to me again—a whisper urging me to rearrange the patterns of my life. It wasn’t about rebellion; it was about renewal. Some habits had grown stale, predictable, heavy. I decided to break them, not out of frustration, but curiosity. What could I discover if I let go of the old and embraced the unfamiliar? It was time to stop clinging and start creating anew. --- July 12, 2024 I hear it again—the high-pitched hum that feels like it’s alive, weaving itself into the fabric of my consciousness. These frequencies are no strangers to me; they’ve been companions, or intruders, for as long as I can remember. Tonight, though, they seem louder, more insistent, like they’re knocking on the door of my understanding. It’s always at night when the world sleeps that they come alive, tugging me from my dreams into a half-waking state. For weeks—no, months—I’ve been their student. I’ve turned my curiosity into exp...

July 9, 2024 – The air was heavy with anticipation as I closed my eyes to meditate. I hadn’t taken a moment like this in days, and the need for a spiritual reset weighed on me. As soon as my mind began to quiet, an image appeared—a delicate flower standing alone in a vast, dreamlike expanse. Its presence was oddly persistent, but it wasn’t what I needed. Frustrated, I approached the vision, feeling a surge of determination. With a swift motion, I kicked the flower away, demanding something else, something more. And then it happened. The world around me shifted as I sensed movement—a blur streaking across the sky, impossibly fast. As I focused on it, marveling at its sheer velocity. Then, in a split second, the air itself seemed to shatter. I saw it: a circular cone forming around the object as it ripped through the atmosphere. The sound and pressure collided with my senses, leaving no doubt in my mind. It had broken the sound barrier. A sonic boom. A month later news broke about Israel...

July 5, 2024 Someone is trying to communicate with me—I can feel it in every fiber of my being. The frequency was unlike anything I’ve encountered before. Typically, frequencies are tightly compressed, like whispers filtered through layers of static. But this one? It was open, expansive, almost like a call echoing. It didn’t just fill the space around me; it resonated, a subtle hum that felt like elevation itself, lifting something within me. Last night, I saw him—an old man with a long white beard and hair as pure as winter frost. He was stoic yet gentle, holding a stone tablet in his hands. His presence was unhurried, timeless, as though he had walked straight out of antiquity and into my room. The weight of his gaze was heavy but not oppressive, as if he was studying me, waiting for me to understand. I was too tired to engage with the moment fully; this kind of occurrence was no longer unusual for me. So, I simply rolled over and drifted back to sleep, comforted by an odd sense of f...

July 4, 2024 Odd coincidences seem to follow me like whispers from the unseen. Today, I noticed something peculiar. I had posted an image of a beam of light rising from New York City—not Chicago, not Boston, not Oklahoma, but NYC. It was an artistic expression straight from my soul. And yet, someone else had posted the same concept, also from New York City, two days prior. Their version resemblance to my creation felt too uncanny to dismiss as mere chance. Their post bore a pyramid, an all-seeing eye, and a circle as its logo—symbols that spoke of something deeper. Each discovery like this leaves me with a pit in my heart, a sudden flood of emotions too complex to name, as if I’m on the cusp of uncovering a profound truth. I was touched by God in October of that year—so close to this imagery, so specific. There’s a connection here I can’t ignore. The beam I posted in mid-May wasn’t just art; it was a visceral attempt to protect myself during the scariest time of my awakening. From May ...

June 29, 2024 This morning, I woke with an overwhelming sense of gratitude that pulsed through me like a heartbeat. The feeling wasn’t the usual fleeting acknowledgment of my blessings—it was deeper, fuller, like a warm tide rising within my chest. I am always thankful, but today felt different, as if I were compelled to capture the moment in writing. My pen moved with purpose, carving my gratitude into permanence. The words weren’t just for myself; they felt like an offering to something greater—a testament to the abundance surrounding me. June 30, 2024 Something feels different today. The heavy presence that once lurked in the corners of my awareness is gone. Those entities, the ones that used to linger like shadows, have vanished. Their absence doesn’t bring me relief or fear, but rather a calm acknowledgment of a shift. I wouldn’t have cared if they had stayed—they held no power over me. Fear, I realize, is their only sustenance, and without it, they wither into nothingness. Today,...

June 28, 2024 As part of my meditation, I gaze into the sun. It’s a practice I’ve grown deeply connected to, a sacred moment where the rays seem to carry messages only for me. Each time, the visions are unique—different in their beauty, yet always profound. This time, as the sunlight kissed my eyes, a vivid image emerged: a lightning bolt, jagged and radiant, with three orbs circling it in synchronized rotation. Their movement was mesmerizing, almost magnetic, as if the lightning bolt anchored their dance. The vision reminded me of a crystal surrounded by smaller gemstones, each orbiting with deliberate grace. The pattern stirred a familiar feeling. I’ve noticed it before—a powerful central figure surrounded by three smaller ones. The resonance of this imagery isn’t lost on me: Earth, the third planet from the sun, orbiting amidst the cosmic family. I recalled my earliest meditations, when three beings of light would appear. They were unlike anything earthly—pure, radiant, faceless. Th...

June 27, 2024: Lately, I’ve found myself drawn to numbers in ways that feel deeply significant. My hat size is 7 3/8—a seemingly mundane detail, but when I add the digits together, 7 + 3 + 8 = 18, and 1 + 8 = 9. Nine—a number that feels whole, complete. “I love you, God,” I whisper in gratitude, sensing a connection woven into these patterns. On January 25th, I posted on Savage.Expressions, a social media project I’ve been working on. The quote I shared read, “Energy Transfers.” Among the hashtags, I included the word Stocktip without much thought. Today, curiosity drew me back to that post. I checked the stock I referenced—it’s up by +3.33 for the year. Yes, 333. That number struck me like an echo of alignment. Today is 6/27. When I add the digits, 6 + 27 = 33, and breaking it further, 3 + 3 = 6. Even 6 + 2 + 7 = 15, and 1 + 5 brings me back to 6. Patterns are everywhere. They speak in ways we often overlook. Algorithms—they’ve existed as long as time itself, threading through existen...

June 26, 2024 Numbers have always had a mysterious prominence in my life. I can’t help but notice them everywhere, as though they’re attempting to reveal something hidden in plain sight. The foundation of all numbers lies in the digits 0 through 9—the only ten numbers that exist. The connections are endless: the 10 Commandments, the supposed nine planets of our solar system—making the sun either the 0 or the 10, both a beginning and an end, a centerpoint and an infinite loop. Then a cryptic message “Accurate for you, and you can see there are those who are in the shadows behind the opening.” Those words lingered in my mind, like a riddle waiting to be solved. It was late at night, and I found myself sitting in my car, engulfed by the stillness of the world outside. I started the engine, and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw movement in the rearview mirror. A fleeting shadow, a trick of the light perhaps—but something about it demanded my attention. I turned around and saw so...