The God Order: Divine Signs & Spiritual Awakening

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...