A letter from God to man

Simon.

Do you hear me? can you see me?

I have been trying to get your attention. Do you not know? now is the appointed time.

I see your busy, experiencing life. Using your five senses.

Neglecting your sixth

I showed you a long time ago remember. When you were just a boy, under the oak tree. You saw me from afar, but could not hear me.

Now you hear me, but can no longer see me.

Soon you will both hear me and see me.

Dissolved into black, watery, starry sky’s. The deepest black is where you were conceived.

Rose tinted drops of psychic blood, you bled for me. Coagulated by the love of another. Whitened by flame in the furnace of time.

Red you are not.

Gold you are not.

Black and white you are.

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