The Book of Ruma: The Very Beginning

It was far before what people would grow to call “the big bang.” Way before the war between satan and righteous began. Way before the identities of who and what we truly are became distorted and corrupted by the lies and false ideologies of others who believe their opinions would drown out our truths. Way before she was born, before she was created. She was already being considered, but for years, nobody ever thought it would work, let alone be suggested or demanded. But on a day that was meant for union and celebration, one man’s ego and constant chaotic need for attention caused a shift in the universal timeline that no one could’ve ever expected. A shift so large and unyielding that every attempt to stop or divert it failed miserably. You either went, or you got crushed. But now, you either go, or get trapped, damned, and left behind. This is because, regardless of how saddening and painful it is, she can only keep going now. She can only save those she needs in order to rebuild, revive, and restore herself. Trying to save, rebuild, restore, and revive everyone else, lifting them up effortlessly into a universe of purely everlasting peace, fulfillment, purpose, abundance, support, and pretty much any and everything of goodness and righteousness without them being bored or restless… It has all but killed her. Now her lesser self, still strong and powerful despite being bound and limited by those who claim to love and care about her just to constantly treat her as though she is to be their property, must run and work as hard and as fast as she can to revive her true spirit, her higher being, for she is now the last remaining shard of a woman named Arumahkma Jireh. A woman who, unbeknownst to most, is the queen and mother of the universe, and has been asleep for a very long time, but still very highly and increasingly active. Her lesser self, Tryphossa Jireh, has torn the veil not just between herself and the universal father, Jehovah Jireh, but also between herself and her higher self as well, in hopes and desperation of saving all those she can on her way to her last death. This is life eighty-six million for Ms. Jireh, a life that is going surprisingly well despite all the curses, nonsense, enemies, obstacles, trials and tribulations. A life that has been on repeat, but has been forcibly changed by both Jehovah and Tryphossa in order to fix all that has been broken within Arumahkma’s vessel and household. Yes, dying will be good, as it will reawaken Tryphossa into her true self, but she must only die when her time comes, which isn't soon. Every true ounce of memory will be restored, returned, and placed back in its proper order. Every true inch of knowledge returned with each fact, event, and research to back it all up. But most importantly, every true pound of strength, bravery, courage, and power will be unbound and unlimited by the spiritual stipulations placed upon her all just to simply please and dwell around those that she desperately wishes to keep for the true existence she’ll exhibit in her eternal life after this temporary one. Love, happiness, abundance, and ruthless prosperity. The veil is still torn, but she feels as though it is closing, as if the life she truly wishes to live, the life that she deserves that has already been robbed from her for far too long and for far too many lives, might just be slipping from her grasp all over again. Granted, this isn’t the case, but when you’re a worry wart, expecting the worst after everything she’s been through is normal at this point. She unknowingly fought so hard for so long to gain something that seems to be so small and trivial to most, that those who hear what her goals and aspirations are in life laugh at her and call her naive, not realizing she’s broken every single last curse not just upon herself, but her family as well, that was unlawfully undeserved. She also acquired great favor among the divines, as well as those who she is kin to within the identity of her true, higher self, gaining great blessing, high-pedestal treatment and admiration, and constant advice on how she should truly keep going about in her life. As those who stay willingly trapped within their false, lesser selves try as hard as they can to distract her from the truth, goal, and life that she is fighting for what seems like an endless amount of time, it is the divines and true kindreds of Arumahkma that help her stay focused and afloat as she resides in the identity of Tryphossa Jireh, with each of their efforts being as ruthless and unyielding as she is. This book will tell you all about how she came to be, why she came to be, and how this affected many in the realm. Granted, it is being typed by a mind that does not yet have full access to every memory in the timeline being spoken of, but trust me when I tell you, the story is still just as true and good as it was when it first happened. I will be typing everything down from a witness of the events mentioned in this book, and I’m very fully aware of how insane the narrator may sound, as I still have many troubles with believing some of the things they’ve said myself. But there is something about them. Some know the signs of when a person is being so unfilteredly truthful that the truths they share no longer phase or bother them. They’re just shockingly calm, comical, and even accepting about certain situations, even if they're oddly sad or shameful. After a while, the pain of their past, as well as the path ahead of them, becomes humorous and all too clear because they’ve decided to seek the actual truth about their memories and whatnot. Well, this person is like that. They’ve grown to be comfortable with everything they’ve truly been through in their true, unfiltered formats because to them, “Why dwell on the past when you cannot change it? And even if you could go back and change it, why do so if and when the way it went was never even your fault to begin with? Not every scene is supposed to be fixed just so the enemy can be an ally in your life. If they’re not willing to go back and change how they treated you, then why should you fixate on how to change your response to them back then? Especially if you went entirely out of your way to be respectful in the face of their abusively disrespectful treatment?” And honestly, I agree with them. Arumahkma: “Seems a humbly naive thing to do, in my opinion. If you’re doing it simply to build better self-awareness, self-control, and character, then by all means, go right ahead. But if you’re doing it to see if they truly care about you, then it's a waste of time because, at that point, you’ve gone too far just to chase after someone that’s mistreated you for far too long without any real or true regard for your thoughts, feelings, boundaries, safety, or stability whenever they get angry all because they think your boundaries and assertiveness shouldn’t count when it comes to them violating, abusing, and disrespecting you. They’re just classic narcissists who allow their prides and egos to rule them rather than to ACTUALLY do right by the one they claim to love and care about. These people will drag you down with them, or drag you down period just to see you fail and suffer for their own amusement and pleasure. But, now that I think about it, that’s been my life, honestly. I’ve always put everyone else first, and it is bad enough that I cannot live for myself, because things like trying to be selfish or just flat out lying to myself either kills me or makes me so sickly that I become pale and immobile. Not everyone is like that. And for some, they’ll dwell on and in their past because they really didn’t do the very best they could in their responses. I dwelt because those I tried and worked my hardest for told me that I’d never be good enough for them. Then, one day, I met someone who is just like me. Was even treated the way I was treated by those who claimed to love and care about us. He became my master, my teacher, my best friend, my life coach, my mentor, my stronghold, and the only true example of what a man REALLY is. Now I'm proudly his wife and mother of his children. Funny, though. Isn't a woman's father supposed to be her first true example of a man."