THE MIND OF GOD, I SWEAR

- AN EPIC

LAME BOTSHELOENG

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And so an image of The Father scribbles – he chants (quietly) from the heart, addressing that
which is his actual father, who is indeed within him as he carries his seed – the spermatozoa, the
DNA. As he regrets the regrettable obvious on the earth plane in the years after 2003 A.D, where
he is given the opportunity to grow, he begins the self-apologetic journey of a child who longs
for fulfilment, liberty and pure progress. He yells like the image on the cross, without any
blasphemy, and he yells quietly. He must remember that the loudest yelling has to be quite, so
that he does not self-distract, perhaps killing many innocent souls in the process. He has to notice
that almost 89% of the sheep of Judah are indeed lost, swallowed by whales, giant serpents,
incarnations of bloodthirsty false pharaohs and – ultimately – that wild beast, the handsome
prince of false light: Satan. That light is only false because it is deceiving and deception
blasphemes against the Father for that one cannot be toppled, you see? The boy sees. Just how
sweet and pleasing is the gift of sight to a shepherd that needs to see close things and those that
from afar, as well as those that are smartly hidden, by masters of deception and mind-control.
The boy pleads:
May you forgive my sins – those that are demonstrated by my very flesh and orchestrated by my
mind? Those faults I truthfully must overcome, especially through facts. I am aware of that fact,
for my own sake and of those whom I cannot separate myself from. Forgive the lust that has had
the youthful lad in me bending realities and enticing devils. We should not all end up as liars and
thieves. So, I speak in parables and they take them literally; then they come to me and for me
with wild eyes, lies and blood thirst. One specific struggling soul (physically and spiritually)
turned to me for energy as it had been their tendency for a while now. He brought with his
exhaustion (beaten by the substances in his many litres of alcohol and wild tobaccos), pure envy
and desperate hidden technologies – practical magic or witchcraft. Lo, I do not gossip I speak for
myself using evidence and real characters so that the facts are clear.
The devil uses that young man’s simple sin(s) and lack of discipline to hold him down and beat
him; those are the cheap lies, the lust to get into bed for the sole reason of pleasure, falling into
deceptions and blood covenants. There, seeds that birth worlds are shed and wasted like the time
that I have wasted “hanging out” with Satan (the walking incarnates) that poisoned the air I
breathe, the food, the mental space to see or perceive freely, the chains, the negative magic and
the spells that are spelled as false ghosts to intimidate our sense of identity. Satan kills but I wish
to live, to stand. I pray to stand; I have to stand; I wish to stand. I wish to be clean again so that I
can breathe freely, to see my Father and bend this time or timeline that has long bothered me
even in the shadows where lust and addictions to worldly habits slays kings and shepherds so
that nobody wins. I pray to be liberated, even from the lies of mu own seed of my forefathers –
whatever corruptions and the negative impacts of even their profitable crimes, mistakes and
passions.
If I have touched too far, I pray for forgiveness and for another chance, because these reptilians
have stolen and are still trying to still so much from me. I demand liberation, to free myself and
whatever else I can serve to do positively for a very fair cause.
The sins of my tongue, if they exist before Supreme Justice, and the deceptions and pains that I
might have caused while trying to become myself (that I already am), I withdraw those childish

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statements that I might have drawn perhaps because of pain, chaos, deception and false ego or
even an attempt to create a disguise in order to survive. It can only be false where I have hurt a
soul, broken a destiny and or senses of hope just because I was offended, angry and maybe
hungry, because I swear, my food, like Yeshua the messiah 2000 years ago, is not of this cosmos
world. From here, I must be awareness of myself and everything else, and have solid emotional
intelligence, amidst the rains of wisdom and a wakefulness from the rather ancient state of deep
sleep. From here, if I receive another chance from nature and the supernatural, I will use all the
strength in my DNA and astral mind to be good to myself and to be better to others hence To
God; to carry out my duties and responsibilities so that I do not end up on a falsified cross as a
failure, a liar and a looser. Yea, these chains must melt and my face must be washed and my
chest area freed so that we can begin to fly again, here on planet earth as the war wages and
rages on.
All the wrong places that I have went to and where I have been, the warm hugs that I shared with
devils that walk the earth and serpents, the unknown hidden puzzles like the well-covered-up
hierarchies; all these blinding nonsenses and wrong passages – must be shut. I must be freed and
be allowed to shut them for now I need to become true to the self that I am. After dialogue, may I
get the chance to be that I already am? “Seek and you shall find,” somebody has said, or even
multiple matured children have stated that, including Yuhanna or John, the Baptist as well as the
historical and the living seed of David the Christ himself. It should be factual that we have not all
been lied to by “the living beast” that fallen like lightning from the Orion skies into the earth,
that is the Antichrist of many antichrists, Luciferians.
I call for mercy, factual truths and my own freedom from a very solid world, or a certain world
order – a cage of energy-based and mental wars and persecutions: true disorders. May we forgive
ourselves and others, so that there can be space for us to be forgiven, by the Father that I speak of
and to.