Saturday, March 4, 2023

And is God good?

 Even he doubt? And was that day, an guide said for me that He was being good for me, because He was bad with everybody with no warning, He warning me, so He also have very bad ideas, I think God or is red or love red-hair, He triad convince me to be red, to give fame of handsome for that kind of people, see red people are ugly, they live with the fame of who have chocolate hair, why do that for a so old type of human, they are old, older that the chocolate hair and dark straight hair. And was that day, He went to my house in lower heaven, is that for Jew what is between heaven and hell, are 400 levels, and they could be named heaven or hell, I call hell because I like but is also heaven, who is closer to see all the levels was me, but they change appear, collapse, disappear. So God came to my home to say that I would be senil in the end of the world I would dement, a guide said to me after He leaved that His plan was make all souls demented, I was the only one that He warn, when God said that I cried, and I said that I would write a book when I was still aware to when I was demented read and remember who I was and don't make shame for me. I know who I am, and I have to say something very weird with me when he remember, but is he that doubt? I didn't said because he didn't remember, in person is hard someone say to me that is me, I doubt. So the weird thing that I have to say to him is father, but is so pedantic that I have afraid that he eat my hand. Even my father being his father doubt of him, can I be the wrong one? I remember to don't be demented so I take care of him, so if he is save know is because I plane his way, the others are in the street naked with don't know what is doing or with who, I say to people wear glasses that is an old fat woman and not a man. For who is blind a fat 80 years old lady looks like a man? I never was so blind! Shame is don't see, and not use glasses. I have afraid of people that have plans, maybe they doesn't confess the part that is for me.

Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim

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