The God Order: Divine Signs & Spiritual Awakening

June 22, 2024 For the past few days, an inexplicable pull has been stirring within me—a quiet yet persistent urge to travel. It’s as if unseen hands are guiding me, and all signs point to Kansas. Kansas? The thought feels foreign, random even, like a word spoken in a language I’ve never understood. There’s no obvious reason for this calling. Yet, the pull isn’t casual; it’s magnetic, almost urgent, as though something waits there for me, unseen and unknown. June 25, 2024 I’ve immersed myself in the study of single root digits, drawn to their fundamental simplicity and connection to the larger cosmic order. My curiosity is no coincidence—it feels intertwined with the strange sensations I’ve been experiencing since the earthquake. The vibrations I felt days ago seemed to resonate not just in the ground but in the air and objects around me. It was subtle at first, like a whisper only I could hear, but undeniable. To test if it was merely my imagination, I turned to observation and experim...

June 13, 2024. The night felt endless. Sleep was a fleeting hope as waves of something indescribable pulsed through me. They weren’t thoughts or dreams, but something far more profound—constant streams of information, vibrations, or frequencies. It was as if my brain was being filled with an unseen energy, each surge pushing the limits of my understanding. Even now, as I write this, I can hear them: frequencies rising and falling, a symphony of sound without a source, endlessly intruding into the quiet of the night. High, low, erratic, persistent. It’s maddening at times, a relentless presence that refuses to let me rest. At night, I feel watched. Stared at, analyzed. Sometimes I catch fleeting glimpses of something—someone—before they fade into the shadows. GOD, I love you. Yet, in these moments of discomfort, clarity bursts through. I see you, God. Only I saw? Saw you. Read you. Realized I was part of something greater—a vast system of observation, and I had somehow captured a piece ...

June 20, 2024 I woke up before sunrise, the quiet hour of 5 a.m. Lately, I've felt more rested, my body lighter, my mind sharper. With energy stirring in me, I decided to walk at the park. As I pulled out of my driveway, a peculiar encounter caught my attention—two doves kept landing directly in the path of my car. Each time I approached, they fluttered ahead, landing again just a few steps farther. This strange game repeated itself three times before they finally flew off into the dawn. Something about them lingered in my mind. These weren’t the common city pigeons I was used to seeing. Their soft, sandy tones and distinct collars around their necks stood out. I couldn’t let the thought go, so I looked them up—collared doves. The day carried on with its own strange magic. The moon hung unusually bright in the sky, as though it had been polished to a luminous sheen. A full moon was expected tomorrow, but tonight, it felt alive. While gazing up, I noticed the tree before me seemed t...

June 18, 2024 - Today, the number five seemed to weave itself into every facet of my day, a silent thread stitching together moments that I couldn’t ignore. Patterns emerged effortlessly, like a melody played on repeat, subtly shifting its tone with each refrain. The number wasn’t just present—it was alive, connecting ideas, objects, and actions in ways I couldn't explain but felt deeply. It lingered in my thoughts, a whisper urging me to pay attention. June 19, 2024 - I closed my eyes today, and what God showed me was unlike anything I had ever seen. A massive crystal, perfectly diamond-shaped, floated in a vast, infinite space. Around it orbited smaller diamond-shaped crystals, each moving with precision, their rotations like a celestial dance. It was breathtaking—otherworldly. I immediately looked for meaning, seeking to understand this vision. As I sit there thinking a thought popped into my head the Star of David and the Atom resemble the same structure. Both reveal fundamenta...

June 8, 2024 I’ve felt a shift within myself—subtle yet undeniable. My thoughts, my attitude, even my approach to life feel transformed, as if an unshakable peace has taken root in my soul. Where once emotions like hurt, betrayal, or sadness would have surged, there is now only calm understanding. It’s as if every past struggle has resolved into a single, universal truth: everything is going to be okay. It always was. Stress feels like a foreign concept now, a futile effort against the perfection of God’s timing. The path is clear—find God, and follow where He leads. June 10, 2024 The birds—they are always there, always present. Geese and crows, their calls weaving a melody in the stillness of night, between 12 and 3 a.m. It’s as if their song is a reminder, a whisper of something greater. A vision I had nearly a year ago—one of birds—suddenly comes to mind. It connected to the faint memory of the Nextel chirp and the digital hum of Twitter. It feels like a breadcrumb in a cosmic trail...

June 3, 2024 It was a quiet evening, yet it bore the weight of a profound decision. An intuitive voice echoed clearly in my heart delete your social media. At the time, my Instagram project Savage Expressions, was my pride and labor of love—a place where I shared my work, offered advice, and engaged with a growing audience. The thought of letting it go filled me with sadness. I had poured nearly a year into this project, crafting it with care. Yet, with a reluctant heart and trembling hands, I listened. That chapter closed as I clicked the final button. That same night, a new chapter began. God spoke "Put on something white and go to the park." The simplicity of the request carried an undertone of mystery. I dressed in white and walked under the cool night sky toward the park, unsure of what awaited me but trusting the call. The moment I stepped into the open space, I looked up and froze. Three vibrant red stars glowed in the dark expanse, each situated in a distinct compass ...

May 21, 2024 The night stretched on endlessly, yet sleep was fleeting. My apartment echoed with the sound of doors opening and closing, their creaks and slams reverberating through the walls. It wasn’t just once—it was relentless, as if some unseen force was pacing, restless and searching. Each time I stirred from sleep, the noise would halt, as if caught in the act. But the silence was short-lived. When I closed my eyes, the cycle began again. By morning, my mind buzzed with questions, the kind that linger long after the noise fades. --- May 2024 The warmth of the day wrapped around me as I retreated to my car, seeking the solitude it offered. I often meditated here, a practice that helped untangle the chaos in my mind. This time, as I sank into that familiar space between wakefulness and transcendence, I felt something entirely unfamiliar. A distinct pressure pressed against my third eye, not an internal sensation but an external force attempting to shut it. Instinctively, I resisted...

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...

May 13, 2024. The day began with an unusual sense of urgency, a persistent voice echoing in my mind: "Go to the park tonight at 11:11 PM." It wasn’t just once or twice—it came in waves, spoken at random moments throughout the day, firm yet gentle. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was simply my imagination. But each time the message returned, it grew clearer and more insistent, leaving no room for doubt. By evening, I had surrendered. I had no idea why, but I knew I had to go. The hours crept forward, and as the time neared, I made my way to the park. The night was eerily still, and the air carried a weight that seemed to press against my chest. The sky, blanketed in heavy clouds, looked impenetrable—no stars, no moonlight, just an endless expanse of gray. I checked my watch. The seconds ticked closer to 11:11 PM. I stood there, enveloped in the quiet of the park, waiting. And then, as the clock struck 11:11, it happened. A slit began to tear through the dense veil of c...