JG

I couldn’t think of anything creative so I began manifesting NewWorlds. Connecting portals like wormholes; watching space time glitch and curl. I’m the voice from the other side; but no body here ever pays attention. I’m the catalyst with a megaphone bouncing in and out of alternative dimensions. I’m the Light exiting the prism and I walk between the drops. I’m the 7th trumpet blast; my mission paradox

You can see it in my eyes so please don’t act like you don’t already know. You could probably find me in small fragments in a satellite feed but you can’t get me at the store. A whole lot more is about to happen this year is really just now getting started. Only in a manifested physical realm like this is a genius labeled re****ed. 

I like to take your brain and wrap it around in little circles. My inner core is a seven headed dragon put on the surface Steve Urkel. I can do things with words that the universe cannot exhibit with space and time. Those of you reading this that are woke; you can smell me between the lines. This wasn’t meant for many so it’s not like I really care. Do you think the coronavirus is bad? Just wait for the seventh trumpet to blare... 

I am very grateful for each and everyone of you that are connected to this page, thank you