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If God is all powerful, can He make something He cannot lift? Being that God is all powerful He can lift anything, yet if He is all knowledge He can make something He cannot lift. The answer to this pa...
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The reason Bob changes his name to Wentworth is his ego demands awe and respect from others. The following intense drug experience is something that actually occurred when I was 28 and had overdosed on pure, uncut PCP that was purchased from the chemist who made it. What insane Wentworth is going through reads very funny, but I intentionally did not explain that he was feeling the most horrifying and intense fear he had ever known. As he's attempting to make sense of what's occurring at the moment, he cannot because his mind has gone into a good/bad loop at an astoundingly fast rate. For every good thought, there's an immediate bad thought. I actually experienced this, and I am attaching the true catatonic occurrence after this explanation.
A critical turning point is when he'd asked, "Is God real?" and immediately heard the powerful YES is his heart's mind. The proof that God is real instantly occurs because he's looking at Gladimere talking with Jesus. His egoistic madness is starting to be overcome. When Jesus tells Wentworth his name is really Robert, the false egoistic Wentworth almost completely vanishes; that's the reason I wrote Bob Wentworth when he's asking Jesus a question. Jesus tells him the truth that he's talking to a tree as Robert. Of course, he's beginning to understand that Bob and Robert are one and the same. That's why I wrote Bob who is now Robert after he met the librarian. The false egoistic Wentworth is never mentioned again and has been completely undone. When he explains to the librarian the truth about Jesus, he finally is beginning to realize the truth that he is Christ as we all are.
All of my writings begin after just waking up, that's why I ended my essay with the alarm clock going off at 7:00 AM. Following is exactly what occurred during the thankfully lost, forgotten insane hours enduring my ego's extreme attack while overdosing on pure PCP. This happened in 1978 and is absolutely true.
