The Wind of Change…

Picture 343Picture 015I am so tired, and I don’t want to write. I just want the pain to go away. Fifteen minutes, or even ten. Let me please feel nothing. But nothingness is death, and it is wrong to want death.

Jehovah knows my pain, and He did not cause it. It is unthinkable that the God of Love would torment me. The people who say there is a place of fiery torment are ignorant of the true meaning of the words used in the Bible. The word translated to Hell just means the common grave of mankind. Not a place for Jehovah to torture people. That is a lie used by the Devil to keep people afraid of God, and to miss out on Jehovah’s love!

I hope someone out there in this amazing world realizes that the God they have feared and dreaded is, in reality, the total embodiment of Love. God is Love. He IS love.

It has never been His idea to torment humans in a punishing Hell. That was just a fantasy made up to keep the little people ignorant and afraid. After all, you had to give the Church all your gold to keep your family out of Hell. To pay for the clergies prayers!

What?!!! what kind of loving God would do that?

Not the One I worship. No, my God sent His perfect Son, Jesus, as the redeemer for mankind. To give his life in exchange for all. Oh, Jehovah, Thank You!

Thank You for Your beautiful light that helps me find my way through this maze each day. Your light that helps me endure the pain, and press on another day. To help someone, somewhere in this mad, mad world.

Jesus died for our sins, and the Memorial of his death is coming up on April 3rd, at sundown. Anywhere you are in the world, you can go to a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses, and commemorate the Last Supper, just Like Jesus commanded his followers to do. You can find this command in your copy of the Bible at Luke 22:19 and 20. There is so much more I would like to tell you, but I have to try to rest now.

There is a way of Love.

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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