STIRRING DEEP INTO THE VOID

DIVINE RETURNED BACK TO SOJ

After I had regained consciousness, I realized my family did not experience even a scratch from the accident. I did not experience any form of injury, not even a scratch, but could not figure out how. Considering the condition of the shattered vehicle, it can only be an extraordinary miracle, to come out of such a wreck unharmed.

I took my family and we walked out of the scene of the accident, climbing up the hill to access the main road. It was a gory sight and the rescuers, who were remote men, did an extraordinary job to pull out the casualties and even resuscitate me from the state I was in. They were not wearing clothes. They only covered the private parts with fig leaves; however, I could feel their pristine mind radiating unadulterated love. They communicate with signs and I was able to understand them, signs since signs communicate deeply to me. The language they were speaking sounds very strange, I have never heard such kind of language.

While we were still climbing, I asked my wife, “How were they able to reach here?” and she answered me, “While we were sleeping, some strange being woke me up, which the kids remain sleeping. When I woke up, I realized the environment was very strange. I knew we were nowhere close to the earth. I was very frightened. Immediately I saw the light radiating from the eyes of the strange being, I passed out. The only thing I could remember after is finding myself at the scene of the accident again, where these rescuers woke me up. At this time, Enninad and Enivid had already woken up. Enninad was playing with the little kids of these strange people, while Enivid was crying on my back because she was hungry and needed to suck. These were all I could remember. Oh! I almost forgot this one, before I saw the eyes of the alien being; I saw a flying saucer-like craft before I lost consciousness.”

When I heard these from my wife, I knew my encounter was not an illusion; however, it did not happen in our dimension. Unfortunately, they were no survivor in the auto crash, but the fortunate thing was that we survived it. I knew what happened that we survived the crash of this fatal accident can only be a supernatural intervention.

I was speechless, but grateful that my family survived the auto crash. To crown it all, I journey beyond space to learn secret knowledge that will affect my entire orientation. While I was reminiscing, my older daughter who is much attached to me, ran to me and open her arms wide like flying eagles and threw herself on me and I caught her and kiss her on her cheek. She said something that amazed me. She said, “Daddy, do not be afraid, angels are guiding us, no one can hurt us.”

When I heard what my older daughter said, I was awestruck, but at the same time encouraged. I took it further to ask her, “How did you know that angels are guiding us?”

She answered me, “I saw them and they took me to a very beautiful place. The place they took me is filled with glorious light, very beautiful.”

When I heard what my daughter said, my heart leaps for joy, because this is an experience I want them to have, and having experienced this, was an answer to prayer for me.

We finally arrived at the roadside and a car drove past us. When the driver of the car realized that, I was with my family and seem stranded, even from how I waved at it. He applied the brake and reverse back to where we were standing. This happened after going some distance far away from us.

“Where are you people going sir?” the man asked and I answered him saying, “We are going to Soj.” The man who drove back to help my family and me.

The journey was smooth, we got down to Soj at about 09:09 pm and I was elated that I did not lose my family for trying to run away from threats. The drier was an angel sent our way, because, at the endpoint, he picked us, and zoomed off, because where we were standing is a danger zone however, he pick us without any monetary charges. I attempted paying him some money; but did not receive the money, but refused and say, “Sir, you are extraordinary; this was the driver’s word to me”.

Truly, what people see and say about me, I seem not to have a single idea. Nonetheless, I know I have a rare gift, but my awareness is not to the degree of what people see and say about me.

The truth is, even when we think we know ourselves, we do not know because we limit ourselves to what we think we know. What we know is what they have allowed us to know of ourselves, nevertheless, there is more. I am awakening to a reality beyond my awareness and it is spurring up my true consciousness.

The journey was smooth and we arrived at Soj at about 09:09 pm, feeling very exhausted.

On this fateful day, my wife was arranging the house after I had gone to work. I had a diary I have that I had almost everything I have experience recorded in it and this diary contained my long time secrets even before I met my wife and we got married. I have kept the records with dates and all the emotions attached to the experiences easily can be felt when the contents are read. There is no way you cannot feel the emotions, except you did not read the contents of the diary. The diary is the reservoir where I have poured enough catharsis, both the good and the bad.

What caught the attention of my wife from the contents of the diary was the record of my experiences with my Ex. I had everything about my experience with my ex written, from deep romance to whatever one can think of, and every experience had a date attached. It was as if my wife was engrossed in the euphoria of the contents of the diary, so that got her angry.

When I got back home from work around 5:30 pm, I realized that my wife did not even greet me and it was unlike her. I have always known my wife, to hug me and kiss me when she opens the door for me to enter; however, it was a different reaction today. When I saw the mood of my wife, I had to ask her to know what the problem is, since I have not seen her in such a mood in a long while.

She did not talk to me for like five minutes, and we were just watching each other, as my heart was beating out of proportion, trying to figure out what the problem could be.

“I found it…!” said my wife

“You found what?” was my question to her, because of the tones I heard, I knew something bad is brewing and I was being cautious not to make the mistake to use the wrong word at this time that the tension seem high and I don’t even know what is spurring up the tension.

She said, “I found your diary”

When I heard this, I was shocked to my bone, because I thought no one could ever find me to read my diary.

“I have read all the contents of the diary. It is nice, but I did not know you had so many secrets hidden from me. I did not even know you love your Ex so much. I am heartbroken because I feel cheated.”

“You feel cheated?” was my question to her and I asked her, “Who cheated on you?”

I tried explaining to her that it was all in the past and the date proves that. Nevertheless, she was so disappointed and was not even given me a listening ear. While I was still talking, she exclaimed; “I cannot take this!

When I heard the exclamation from my wife, I tried calming her down, but the reaction was like pouring gasoline into the fire. I was now regretting not confiding in her about the contents of the diary because I could not believe the little secret I kept from her has created a negative atmosphere in my house. Before I could know it, our voices were now becoming loud and we were shouting at each other.

He said to me, “I cannot take it! I have to go!”

When I heard this word from my wife, I was so hurt as if they pierced a sword right into my heart. Since I could not calm the situation and did not want to escalate it further, I asked her, “Why are you leaving me? Have I done anything wrong to you? Why are you using the information I have in my diary to judge me, despite it is all in the past and the dates prove that? I keep records of happenings in my life so I could link events to find out the reason why certain things happen. Even before we got married I told you, ‘this is who I am”, however, I am sorry that I did not tell you that I have a diary containing the happenings in my life. As you can see in that diary, you knew when I met you, and you can find the record and date in that diary. So why is my ex’s record special that you are now using against me? Well, I do not know what to say anymore and cannot stop you from doing what has made up your mind to do. Nevertheless, consider your decision to leave me because of the insignificant thing that does not affect my relationship with you or my kids. Forgive me, if this pisses you off and I am very sorry for not telling you about these secrets in my diary.”

With all the pleading to convince my wife, she had her mind made up. Right before my eyes, even while we were still talking, she started packing up her things and my children’s things. She left and it was as if I was daydreaming and my world just instantly changed with what I thought was insignificant and should not get her angry. I called her parent to tell them what transpired but was surprised that they had to blame me and supported her decision. This brought memories of my parent and I wish they were alive. Several questions were running through my mind and one of the questions is, “How could some parent-in-law be this inconsiderate?”

She left with my kids because I knew struggling to take custody of any one of them now, will cost me a lot since they are girls and very young. I was pained, but I told her these before you stepped out, “I have loved you sincerely and unconventionally. You know I have gone through a lot in life, even with my past relationship with my ex, of which you are using the very record of that past to condemn me and for that reason, leaving me. I have not just loved you; I have given you my all to prove how much you mean to me. If you are leaving because of what you read from my diary, then, I think, you are only using this as the bait. You have had this all planned to leave me and was waiting for a perfect opportunity. Nevertheless, this was not a good reason at all. Have I ever cheated on you? No! Have I ever molested you? No! So, what is my offence to have you leave me? I would have to wish you all the good life will offer you since I cannot stop you. I am hurt, but when you are gone, I will be here waiting for you. I may not know why this is happening to me now, but I know for sure it will all turn out for good. Do not forget that I love you. I am sorry for my past. I wish I could delete my past, nevertheless, I can do that from my diary, but I cannot in my heart. I did not know my past will be dug out at last and the secrets I kept will not make my marriage last.”

I could not bear the hurt of my wife leaving me, as everything I see at home now irritates me and I was becoming afflicted with depressive thoughts. I had wished I could stop my thought, because every single thought torments. My state of mind was now telling on everything around me. As I was now involuntarily destroying things at home. Out of reflex, when I hold a glass cup, I will just forget that I am holding a close cup and it will drop and break. I broke almost ten glass cups in my house on different occasions and several of my ceramic plates.

Something very terrible happened that l wonder where my thought was to have allowed such. I left a very large quantity of stew on fire, while the Electric cooker I was using was on. When the Electric Distribution serves seized the light, I went to the kitchen and turned off the switch of the Electric cooker. I thought I did, but that happened in my mind, not for real. I left home and went to the office that morning. When I came back around 6:00 pm, my nose perceived the smell of burning stew ad I was like, “Who left his stew burning?” I never knew it was my stew. Immediately I opened my door, the smell of burnt stew pushed me back and my room was covered in smoke. I could not even see anything; I had to use my intuition to trace the direction I want to go. I knew immediately that I did not turn off the switch of my Electric cooker. I had to rush to all the windows and open them to have cross ventilation so that the saturated smoke will escape.

When I entered the kitchen after opening all the windows, inside the pot was very back, because all the content in it burnt. The large quantity of stew I prepared, with three kilograms of the meat, was lost because of my carelessness. I turned off the switch, drop the burnt pot and pour water into it. After I had poured water on the pot, I went to the parlour, sat down and wept. I was feeling rage, angry with myself.

As the day goes by, without hearing from my wife and her family, I felt abandoned and had to find a way to help myself, because I was beginning to treat myself like trash. I was no more eating well; as I would always leave the food I prepare to spoil and will not even eat anything from it. As the day goes by, I was beginning to develop hate from my parent-in-law and I knew it has never been my kind of attitude. I cannot profess love to people and encourage them to love and now, I am developing hate, as the bile stings like a scorpion, just with the thought of how they handled the situation, blaming me even with hearing my side of the story. I started suffering from chronic ulcers because I was not eating well. It was like hell for me, because the ulcer became very severe.