I Woke up and began to search for a pen, my palm would have been enough to write down What i saw in my dream that night and God help me if i forgot before i found my sister's pen. I pushed her door and rushed in to search for her muttering "Zionson" over and over again.
while i had my coffee that morning, i took my phone off the charger and began searching online for the name, who he is and why i had dreamt of him. whoever he is, he must love women to have over a hundred kids. He must be a happy man ,always smilling, ... i searched for zionson and found so many results.
that night, i closed my eyes and spoke as the spirit of God gave me utterance and i saw him, Zionson . With tears in my voice, a crack in my eyes ,i opened my mouth and no words would come out. Zionson was me, not this me, not the Francis who has anxiety and panic disorders, a different Francis, he Seemed to have noticed my presence. he turned his back towards me and in front of him were people , men , women , children , all yelling "i am Born of God!"