As the writers of revelatory scriptures may have felt inspired to write, so will(eth) I:

Goodness/Love does not come from me directly per se. It comes from The Source, when I am not (lined up with/jusitified) by The Source I am not good, and that is what you see. When I am justified/line-up-with The Source I am good and the fruits are evident in the physical world. At this time I am not the previous me, but a new me, an original me, a perfectly made me, the Christ(os). When that is in this physical world you see the Christ, here on earth. Returned. At this time truly I am the way the truth and the life. I am not the me that you are thinking ABOUT when I say that, I am the me that is THINKING. I am literally you. I AM THE VOICE THAT IS THINKING IN YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW READING THESE VERY WORDS TO YOU. Your truest self. And I love you. I love you so much. Love me(yourself), and remember that I(you) am(are) in everyone else that you meet, somewhere, even if that person doesn’t recognize this. #googleTheGreatestCommandment

==before you call me(yourself) crazy, hear me out==

These links makes more sense than ever before (i used to think claimants to be crazy in general).
[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_people_claimed_to_be_Jesus]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People_claiming_to_be_the_Mahdi

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Buddha_claimants

Perhaps some were not as much claiming to be Jesus’ physical body (3d space-time) as much as what Jesus’ mouth said he was. That very thing that has always been. That is (the you that is reading this to you. quite impossible to directly name or point at). Anyhow, we are to assume our lineage of divinity and live. no one available to do evil. Only doing good. In a sense, everyone should be on these lists! Note that many of them sacrificed their lives in kind.

If you are feeling hate/fear/anger now, go and see of the others that felt that way when The Source appeared to them. It is a history that does not need to repeat. Don’t be that person if you do not want to be. It’s like scratching out your own eye, your own I.

Love,
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