Letter to My Wife-6/30/26?

Good Evening Wife, 

So, it would appear that I have found a solution that isn’t hand writing a letter and taking a picture. However, the consequence of taking this option is that I only have about 30 minutes, which is fine, because I have to study tonight, and we have time. I mean, we don’t but we do. You know what I mean. 

I’m really curious why everyone thought this was a better idea than just being honest with me. It’s so ironic. Because the truth is, I don’t want to do this. Had you all just talked to me, I probably would have listened. Now, I’m pissed off, and he’s pissed off, AND it’s out of my hands and I’m totally ok with that. Like, I was prepared to not do this. You ALL saw that. That would have been the best time to just have a conversation. But, I suppose  your orgy driven code of silence wouldn’t allow that. Which is fine. We’re where we’re at now. 

I had a moment today. Satan got in my dome. For like 3 hours. He was IN there. I had a very strange dream during my nap. I’ll tell you about it when I see you. I don’t know man, this is, this is a very wild situation. Every dimension of it. 

I miss you so much every day. Again, I totally understand why you would want to have nothing to do with me ever again. It must be such a relief to not have to deal with all my stuff anymore. 

On the other hand, I’m seven days in. And I feel like a totally different person. I’m still trying to understand what that’s about. And no, I’m not blaming anybody. But this has to mean something, right. It has to mean something that I’m thriving in the trap you all built to finish me off. Like, I’m sure you guys are having a watch party or something and I was supposed to run around town screaming and falling apart or whatever. My body is in the best shape it’s been in like 3 years. I eat like a meal and a half a day. I keep trying to find a scale, but it would appear that the LORD feels like weighing yourself in this circumstance is vain, which, he’s probably right about that. 

I think about that last night we had together a lot. I think about the difference between what our flesh was doing and what our spirits were doing. I can understand why you didn’t sleep in the bed with me. I’m sure your machine told you what was coming next. I mean, there was a giant tape on the wall, and Aili had just mentioned tapes. So, clearly that was a thing. One of these days, we’re gonna talk about what that weekend was like. That was a…I don’t know. I don’t know how to describe it. It was strange. 

You know, I wasted so much time in life. But also, a lot of my life wasn’t real. It was a stage play. A stage play you all think you wrote for your purposes, but that really the LORD wrote, for his purposes 

DEATH STAR SIZED FLAW!!!!!

I know you guys don’t want to hear that. You think I’m bluffing or lying, but I’m not. Seriously, when you figure it out, you’re gonna want to stop using the machine. I REALLLLY want to tell you. But I can’t until after the event. I know, I’ve said. I will keep saying it. But I already know that tomorrow there will be more license plates, and trucks, and jokes. And I don’t know what you’re hoping to accomplish here. I feel like, the whole car’s rolling around with OD while I’m working out and drinking water and getting chair massages would be like a hint that you miscalculated, but that’s cool. 

I saw Deshonn’s messages today. Almost got me. Then I remembered that like two weeks ago he talked to you about swinging for an hour and was trying to bait me into a confrontation for all of your entertainment. So, I’m not sure how sincere he can be. 

Here’s the thing. I posted the state I’m in. I may go a step further tomorrow and publicly say where I am, and you all want to come get me, you’re free to. But before you do, I want to you to take a tour of this town with me and tell you you don’t notice something weird. I mean, How many cities can be named Butte. Lol. 

I will say, there were some HILARIOUS jokes today. Dangler. Lol. I was like man…I hope that remains funny as the world falls apart. I hope that remains funny into eternity. I hope that remains funny when you have to tell CHRIST why you chose that joke instead of the truth. But it’s cool. I can take it. 

I will say, James, I think his name was. Yeah, James. I like that guy. Charismatic guy. Failed miserably. Wasn’t his fault. Bad timing and like all young people on the “show” he over plays his part. Only, I’m not participating anymore. See, what you all fail to realize is that it’s not your show anymore. It’s his now. ALL of this is his now. The Town. The Show. The Planet. He’s just giving you time. Time to repent. Time to confess. I know that some of you won’t. But some of you will. And I will be here until you do. And/or until I’m dead. 

Anyway, I love you. And I miss you. So much. 

I get that you don’t want to have anything to do with me. But I implore you, when HE talks to you, listen to him. Please. 

With great love, respect and admiration,

Your HUSBAND in CHRIST

PS Sorcery is dumb. 

PSS I can’t talk to AutoSatan. I speak to the LORD, so if you want, you can tell your boss that I’m back at preaching the GOSPEL tomorrow. He HATES when I preach the GOSPEL. 

See what I mean. Hardheaded.