I Wrote It Down.

I heard the call, and I wrote it down.

My writings are my times in solitude, and I am putting them together as I have. No one else would have done this job for me. I had to have meaning in my personal, miserable existence. Jesus showed me the way out of darkness into the light of “In the Presence of Spirit” within the inner chamber of my soul, to yours. For a moving account of “In Presence of Spirit.” In the spirit of Jesus Christ, Christ, the Holy Spirit, and Wendy, writing with the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ within us all. If I had prayed in real solitary confinement, out to the air, or inside my meditative mind, which I do know how to do, I would not have captured all these times. I spent them in the presence of Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. They would have gone up to the heavens without the handwritten script I have pieced together for fifteen years. As I said initially, he closed my mouth and brought it from without to within, the presence of the Holy Spirit, through my writing and our conversations in spirit. March 20, 2011.