No theology degrees. No ordinations. No religious career. No exploitation of faith, no schemes that prey on the vulnerable. A simple ministry of presence, walking alongside those in need.

Like Jesus, who met people in the margins and defied expectations, I meet people where they are—not where I think they should be. My love does not demand conformity; it embraces humanity in its sacred messiness.

I re-member who I am. I am a divine being—one of a kind—having a human experience.

I am emotionally, spiritually, and psychologically whole. My healing is not just survival—it is thriving, joy, and freedom.

I am a queer mystic—an advocate for truth, love, and radical belonging.

I am an elder—embracing wisdom while humbly walking with my human condition. Fewer days ahead than behind.

Each day, our oneness deepens my faith—where once, flawed theology shattered it.

I am responsible for my evolution and for tending to my blind spots—so that faith, love, and truth grow in harmony.

Like prophets before me, I defy those who weaponize faith—corrupting theology, twisting apologetics, and serving greed over grace. I expose and name abusers so no child or queer soul is forced to believe they are less than divine.

I am called to end religious abuse and trauma—spiritual and psychological violence, a weapon of control and erasure. I refuse to let it stand.

Conversion therapy is torture—a brutal violation of body, mind, and soul.

Indoctrinating children into fear, shame, and self-hatred betrays their sacred being.

I refuse to let harm have the last word. I do not exist only to resist oppression—I create, heal, and build something holy.

I am called to the Rise of the Queer Kin-dom, advancing faith as Jesus did—fearlessly, relentlessly, with love at the center. I do not just build safe spaces—I architect transformation, reimagining faith communities as sanctuaries of refuge, justice, and radical love. No one cast out. No one left behind.

Through my wholeness and holiness, I pour living water onto our oneness so all may flourish.

I share it with all, even those who wish me harm—because love is not an idea but a lived reality. It flows through my hands as a husband, son, friend, sibling—cosmic and personal, infinite and intimate.

I live in hope, for all things are possible. I abide in peace, trusting a sacred unfolding beyond my participation or understanding.

Love is my action. Love is my truth.

And I call others to love boldly, heal deeply, and build a world where every soul—regardless of belief—awakens to their divinity.

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