Then last November, 2 years and 3 months after a diagnosis of COPD I no longer required supplemental oxygen, and I celebratedd by growing a beard, because I felt so elated, I just simply forgot to shave.

Since I no longer need supplemental oxygn 24-7-365. I am no longer viewed as credible, and I get side looks that ask “what the heck is going on’?

So I started blaming the religion My Children were involved in, but thaat didn’t cut through the various degrees of that. So I went to Idaho this Month to talk to My two oldest, about ‘US’ and any issues that may need resolved, and I could not connect.

I stayed at My youngest Sons home, and sent Emails to the ones nearby telling of My plans, and how long I was to be there, and I never received the courtest of a returned call. on the internet or the cell phones’

My Oldest Son, cut off our communication cold, after I spent a day with Him, where I actually was exuberant with happiness, just a month before I was re-diagnosed off from COPD.

I was going to send angry Emails about this, and if I had, it would of just made matters worse.
It was like a brighter light appeared in the room I was in, and I was able to read with My own eyes what I had written down about My spiritual experiences in this life, and the three times I was destined to die, My Children were destined to br raised ‘Father-less’ as that was their Fate!
No matter the attempts or tries, surmounting that wall, I could not do. and I never raised a Child past the age of 5, and the Youngest not one day of His first 16 ywars, when he came to see His Dad, and We bonded then.

The good side of this is I am still very much alive, A planned Murder missed, then 10 years later, a depression religion caused, where I spent 3 days in prayer and almost committed suicide off from the high steel I was working on, during the same days that Family and Church Friends were praying for My Soul to be delivered from Satan’s hands, As They did not realize that their thoughts placed a demonic attack onto Me.
So I am always being expected to be ‘bad’, and I could not possibly be happy, because I denied the teachings at their Church!
That there is a great feeling in yet being alive,but is is so tiring of being suspictioned of having bad thoughts, when it is the processing of the ‘Good’ thoughts that saved Me from Death, three times that I know of, and God only knows, what other times.

But I verify that How I was not for it, My Children were fated to be Father-less, and that was their fate, and not neccessarily mine.I hope they learned their life lessons from this opportunity ceded them.

I CAN ONLY HOPE TO BE ABLE TO SOMEDAY TELL, A DIFFERENT ENDING FOR ALL OF THIS DISCONNECTION, FROM THOSE i LOVE!