By by ruth
Is it just me, or is it actually real?
It’s an echo in my ears. Well, I can ignore it, but that didn’t work. So I decided to sit and listen.
At first, it seemed like a calling, but then it grew deeper than that, like words with a deeper meaning. I decided to get a pen and paper and start writing. It didn’t make much sense to me, but I continued writing. The more I wrote the more I understood. Is it a message? But to whom? Was the message for me? Or was it for someone else? I still kept writing on my little pad.
Then I started piecing everything together, It was the great architect, but why me, and why now? What was the purpose? What was he trying to rely so urgently but I couldn’t understand. I decided to be patient and just wait, maybe with time I will understand.
It’s a calling, it turns out the great architect had a plan for all of us, and the first stage of this plan is the calling.
A calling to come back to the beginning, where He ruled over us, and we were not so free to make our own decisions. It’s a calling to come back to humanity, to our innocence, when everything made sense, it’s a calling to come back to the one who created us.
It turns out that our time is limited, and as the day comes and night falls, time will soon run out for all of us, and we have to come back to the one who made it all. The clock is ticking and it’s almost midnight.
The architect wants to create another world with no timeline, just perfection in its beauty, there won’t be choices there as we have here to dictate our timeline. It will just be us being and living, everything flowing simultaneously with no alterations, everything working perfectly coordinated with one another, a seamless connection, a true harmony.
It is a calling, a calling back to factory settings.
