"I love you Dad..." Kaelynn whispered, her voice trailing off into the unknowns of the cosmos, hoping to reach someone. Anyone...

  

  I was going to just put spam in order to fill the '500 character' requirement that Royal Road has, but I felt that would be disrespectful to all the individuals who run this site. So instead, an exclusive message to my Royal Road readers.

  God can work wonders, and He has. He heals the blind, deaf, lame, paralyzed, demon-possessed, and those with any other ailment. Death is unavoidable. Everyone faces death. At some point or another, we have to accept that. So, reader, I encourage you to think about what will come after death? Will it be blackness, a complete absence of consciousness, a conscious eternal torment, a temporary torment and then a stay in paradise, Valhalla, reincarnation, a meeting with a group of little 'g' gods? Just think about it. I mean, who can really know for sure either way? No one.

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  I believe in a God, no, the God. God does not lose His own. I believe that I am His, and I will hold on to that belief come any trial, dysphoria included. God could instantly take that away from me if He so willed. But He hasn't. Why? Because He has a perfect plan for me, and for you. That's what I believe.

  What do you believe?