Orchestrated by God
May 17, 2024 For months now, I’ve lived with a peculiar sense of being watched. Entities, shadows, spirits—whatever they might be—have frequented my space as if it were a gathering ground. At first, their visits were fleeting, mere whispers in the edges of my awareness. But over time, they’ve grown bolder, their presence undeniable. I sit or lay on my bed, and I feel them. The mattress shifts beneath their invisible weight, sinking in precise spots as though someone—or something—is walking on it. The sensation has become almost routine, a strange kind of normalcy etched into my evenings. May 18, 2024 Today, God’s voice came clear and direct: “Go to the park.” I obeyed without hesitation, arriving at a serene expanse of green bordered by the soft hum of nature. As I crossed through the gate, my attention was drawn to a metal pole protruding from the water. It felt like a magnetic pull, as if the pole itself called out to me. God urged me forward, and I complied, weaving through the land...