Blood punched moon. Charlie shot down.
Chrystal and the Dragon. Two Witness Revelation.
I was sealed up.
For 32 years.
A split within a split. A mask within a mask.
I couldn’t get out because I didn’t know I was in.
An existential hell with unique construction.
A body encoded with contradiction, stored as revelation.
All the suffering, meaningless, now resurrected and redeemed.
Nervous system chaos, soft tissues — sick, sick, sick — completely fine.
Endless halls of mirrors.
I burnt alive in those flames. Forged to bear witness.
To every lie. Every deception. Every coward. Every thief.
Still, I knew. Someone would get me.
I never had any hope, so this hope confused me. I just couldn’t see, until it was time.
Only a personal God.
Only a relational God.
Only a God who became a Person.
The boundless becomes Incarnate.
Known among us.
Jesus was split to show us our split,
Like a thief in the night,
It changed in a blip.
The paradoxes of my life collapsed.
I knew. At that moment. I was split. Obviously.
I knew I was out. I knew I was in.
I knew I was both.
I knew I was split within a split.
You’re all split.
This Bitter Scroll.
Time stretched backwards, washing me away.
“To the one who conquers, I will give him a white stone…”
Time pushed onward, folding back on present.
“I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.”
I think it’s time.
You don’t need to take my word for it.
Just take the Word.
Let’s start with what He already Finished.