The LGBTQIA+ Community and Betrayal (ePub)

bathwater as soaking in the tub helps me to think and relax. However, this day my body started to cramp all over because I was dehydrated. This had happened to me plenty of times before, but this time something was different. The cramping would not stop no matter what I did, such as stretch, or how much water I drank. My entire body was cramping from head to toe. I was in the bathroom with the door closed, and the next thing I knew, I was getting up off the floor, as I was lying in a pool of my own blood. This had never happened to me before. I looked into the mirror and saw a gash on my forehead as if something had cut me. I have a television in my bathroom, and the remote control for it was in the pool of blood alongside me, with other items. I felt absolutely no head pain, and I still don't know what happened to me that day.
When I got up, I was bleeding from my nose. That's where the pool of blood had come from, which I just started to wipe up. Then I noticed that I could barely move my arms and my legs. I looked at the clock and saw that three hours had passed. I had lost those three hours of my life, having no memory of them. Then something clicked and I immediately knew that something had happened to me. I don't know why it happened, but I knew that it had happened. In other words, I didn't just pass out: I literally died. I passed away. And the stiffness in my legs and arms, preventing me from moving them, was the result of rigor mortis having started to set in because of lack of oxygen. Therefore, I concluded that I must have stopped breathing for those three hours. My throat was very sore. It had felt like it had shrunk and closed up. I couldn't swallow the simplest thing such as cup of water. However after I got up off the floor, I realized that for some reason God had restored me and given me my life back. I couldn't explain it. It took two and a half weeks for my body to fully recover from the stiffness and for my throat to stop feeling sore. All of a sudden I started to get these loud message in my head, which I knew were from God: "Finish the book on the LGBTQIA community and betrayal."
This was God telling that my purpose and my calling was to finished The LGBTQIA Community and Betrayal. He said that he was going to use me to carry out his Word, deliver his message, and carry out his will. I know that some people don't believe in God. I'm not one of them. I know that a miracle happened to me that day. I know that I passed away on my bathroom floor and that God literally brought me back to life. I can't explain it, and I can't ignore his Word or his will. It's like when he used Moses, telling him to go to Pharaoh and say to him, "Let my people go!" I'm not comparing myself to Moses. However, I am saying that God instructed me to write The LGBTQIA Community and Betrayal the way that it is written, as these are his words. He wants humankind, meaning his people, not to accept the homosexual lifestyle, because it is not of his will. I'm just a messenger who is following the will of God. It's up to the people to listen. He told me to write The LGBTQIA Community and Betrayal in order to expose the evil that is being put on the heterosexual community and to give those who are afraid a voice with which to speak up and express their opinions. God chose me as his messenger because he knows that I'm not afraid to express my feelings or opinions or to use my voice.
Therefore, no one can intimidate me, threaten me, shame me, or do anything that will get me to stop delivering his messages and carrying out his will, because I have a higher calling. I have already died and, through a miracle and the grace of God, was brought back to life. So, "no weapon formed against me shall prosper." And if God is for me, then who can be against me?