Tweets - February 16th

I don't know when God called me, but when God removed the veil, I was in my mid-20s. God said to me abruptly, "Hello", while I was still shaking my ass in DC gay nightclubs 4 nights a week, with a gin and cranberry in one hand and a Djarum Black in the other.

Have you ever had nightly conversations with angels while piss drunk? I don't know why God removed the veil at that particular time, but I imagine that even though I would need a steel-bristled brush to tackle my bad mouth and bad behavioral patterns, it was the appropriate time.

God separated me, and this forced me to think differently and critically; to accept a ton of change; to walk boldly; to be untrusting; and it forced me to be quiet (not that I was ever a chatterbox), so that when I did speak, every head turned to listen.

A mirror became my closest companion; I had to know myself, and I still do. And God became my guardrail and my path. So even though I have no idea where I'm going, I trust the destination because I trust the path; the journey itself has been... not boring.

I remember a few years ago when I asked God if Yeshua felt abandoned by God at the end of his journey, I received the response, "Yes" (with the light of a spacecraft). That abandonment feeling is never easy, but you instinctively know it's only in your head.