my testimony part 1
This testimony begins with the earliest memory I have. I don’t claim that it’s necessarily true. I remember it. But it could be a false memory. I know that those are possible and I don’t pretend that I’m above it. My father worked in the courts as a court reporter for longer than I’ve been alive and he’s made it clear that there could be ten witnesses of one event, all have different versions of the event, and all believe their version is true. The “glasses” you wear color everything you see. The glasses I wear are spiritual. From the time I was a small child I remember having strange spiritual occurrences. I have the gift of spiritual discernment. It’s a gift - or a curse - like so many things it depends on what glasses you wear. It’s not like what you’d think. I see things. I sense things. Things most people can’t see hear or sense. Or if they do they don’t usually admit it. It’s uncomfortable. It’s made me different. Stand-offish. I ...