Prologue Part 3: The God Particle

Prologue Part 3: The God Particle

I can surely say that I had nothing of value to offer, however, I know myself very well, and there is one thing that I always had. My willingness to go with Him, and how easily I was able to make myself available, at any given time of day or night. I never attached myself to anyone or anything. Not a career path or education, no friends or families, I literally had nothing and having nothing, can make anyone available. Ultimately, having nothing, has always been my greatest asset for God to use.

Wrong turns -> Right destinations

Wrong turns -> Right destinations

So here I was at the Bandaranaike International Airport boarding the bus that took passengers to the Arrivals terminals. The 2 “wannabe FBI agents” handed me my Emergency Travel Document and informed me that I would have to go through customs alone and they would supervise the situation from behind and step in, if anything went wrong. I was too young and naive to comprehend that this just isn’t right at that time, but I went along. After all this was the beginning of an incredible journey and there was no looking back. I was on an island and it felt like miles away from civilization. Though it was prophesied or predicted by an astrologist that I would die at the age of 21, here I was, dead to everyone I ever knew, but 100% alive AF! And I had my whole life ahead of me. I was very optimistic about the journey ahead.

The Rare Case Of Blood

The Rare Case Of Blood

She infornmed Olga in Russian who later translated everything to me that My Hemoglobin Blood Count had dropped critically low and that she would call an ambulance to get me to an emergencroom yat a general government hospital where I can obtain a emergency blood transfusion. The dramatic tone in everyones voice had kinda scared me a bit as I had no idea what Hemoglobin was nor why this was happening to me. I called Tasha and informed her everything that had happened as she had no clue, and asked her to talk to Olga. She would later get back on the phone with me and asked me to hang in there, that she was going to get help.

Audacity vs Credibility

Audacity vs Credibility

“What gave me the audacity to even consider that I should get around to finishing my story and finally getting it published?”

Of course, there were other thoughts that would hinder any motivation that I could build up. I would sit there for days, weeks, and months staring at the mess I was trying to get down on paper and being constantly disturbed by the reasons and my genuine intentions to complete the story, which have always prevented me from successfully completing it. Of course there were other thoughts that would hinder any motivation that I could build up. I would sit there for days, weeks and months staring at the mess I was trying to get down on paper and be constantly disturbed by the reasons and my genuine intentions to complete the story which have always prevented me from successfully completing it. I had already experienced on numerous occasions the Al Pacino in the last line of the Devil’s advocate when he would smile so devilishly and look straight at the camera and the audience and say:

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