Chapter 24
Thursday 29 January 2032
John Henry sat at his desk. This time he was John Henry and not his alter-ego, Anna Claire. The b*a, panties, dress, and women’s shoes were left in the wardrobe only to come out when Anna’s social media page needed updating. He kissed the words The Creator Speaks that were written on the slate grey cover of the spiral-bound notebook and opened it to the first page where the words of The Creator were written. He read them out loud.
I am The Creator, I am the One.
I created the stars in the skies and the fish in the seas.
I created the clouds, I created the trees.
I created all that is wondrous in the world.
I am your Creator.
I am you.
You are Me.
You owe Me your being, your very existence.
Without Me you are nothing.
Without you, I am still e
