Between Light, Darkness, and Infinite Love

"And you?" Lamar inquired, tilting her head curiously, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

"I'm Jaime, hailing from a distant and unique place called Earth," I answered with a smile, feeling a connection with my surroundings.

"Which god do you serve?" Lisa asked, her voice filled with reverence and curiosity, reflecting the culture of the land.

I hesitated, my brow furrowed. The concept felt alien and foreign to me. Although I'd delved into myriad religious texts on Earth, often being guided and even forced by kind-hearted missionaries, I had never pledged myself to a specific god. In my heart, there was a connection to something greater—an omnipotent source of boundless light and benevolence. The architect and creator behind every god, deity, and cosmic force. My creator.

"The True Source," I revealed, my voice a whisper, as if sharing a profound secret.

Their expressions reflected a mixture of curiosity and unfamiliarity, as though my words had opened a door to an unknown realm.

"We've not come across such a name here," they admitted, their voices tinged with confusion.

Searching for common ground, I listed, "Amitabha? GOD? True Source? Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva? Krishna, Jesus, the God of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love?"

Lamar's eyes, deep as the ocean and full of wisdom, searched mine for understanding. "So you are a follower of the GOD of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love?" Her voice was gentle, a hint of curiosity underlying each word. Her teal dress, embroidered with swirling patterns that resembled the ebb and flow of the seas, swished gently as she moved, reflecting her grace.

With a sincere nod, I affirmed.

'Throughout my life's trials, I've often sought solace in prayer. I only wonder if this GOD truly recognizes me as HIS follower, given my past misdeeds.'

In days long past, I had been swayed by the shadows and darkness within me. Yet now, I stand resolute on a transformative journey—guided by the luminous beacon radiating from my own heart, as well as the divine guidance from the God of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love.

I am on a path toward profound transformation.

I yearn to be the light! I aspire to exist in a realm of happiness, joy, and free sex.

"Then you are a good person! No bad person would be given the pact by God with bearing the word light and love if they are wicked," Lamar declared, her eyes alight with profound joy, her voice trembling with emotion. As she turned happily to look at Lisa, her face was glowing with approval and something deeper—a profound sense of relief and affirmation. "We didn't choose the wrong person to protect ourselves," she continued, her voice thick with conviction and newfound hope.

As she spoke, I could feel a strong bond forming between us, not just an alliance but a connection forged by shared faith, mutual understanding, and an unspoken promise. Her words were not just an acknowledgment; they were a warm embrace, wrapping me in a sense of acceptance I had never felt before.

Lamar's eyes got teary, a mixture of hope and vulnerability shining in her gaze.

'Really? I am a good person?'

Lamar, her eyes wet with unshed tears, queried earnestly, "Would you display your insignia for us?"

"Insignia?" I asked, confusion momentarily clouding my thoughts.

"It's a tangible mark of your bond with your God," Lamar explained, her voice imbued with reverence. "An insignia is not just an emblem; it's a vivid portrayal of the pact's essence between a follower and their god. To lack such a symbol is a sign of divine disfavor. In our culture, individuals not bound to any god are relegated to a life of servitude, deemed unworthy and dispensable. These outcasts, often consumed by wickedness and despair, face a fate worse than exile, left to wander in relentless darkness."

Her words resonated deep within me, and curious about how to manifest this insignia, I observed Lamar intently. She slowly positioned her hand over her heart, fingers trembling, and chanted, "My prayer to Eurybia, sovereign goddess of the vast oceans."

In response, a radiant blue emblem emerged overhead, floating serenely. The insignia was shaped like a wave, but within its curves, there were delicate patterns symbolizing various marine creatures, dolphins, whales, and even tiny plankton, hinting at the vastness of the oceans and the goddess's dominion over them. It was a dance of life and beauty, captured in a singular emblem.

Lisa, with her cat-like agility and grace, moved closer, the copper-colored brocade of her outfit shimmering in the soft light, reflecting the glow of the insignias. Her eyes, golden like a setting sun, were curious yet kind, filled with wisdom and understanding. "To deity Vishwakarma, the divine craftsman, architect, and engineer, accept my prayer," she intoned with sincere devotion. The atmosphere pulsated as a vibrant symbol, a melding of gears and tools intertwined with intricate designs, shimmered above her, a testament to her faith and artistry.

Lamar's gaze settled on me, expectant and encouraging, yet laced with concern she couldn't quite conceal. "Your turn. Offer your prayer, Jaime."

I gazed down at my right hand, a hand stained with memories of lives taken and misdeeds done, the scars a visible testament to my troubled past. The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my heart, making each beat a poignant reminder of the pain I had caused. It was not my faith that I questioned, but rather whether the God of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love would accept me.

Would the divine entity recognize me as His follower, given my history?

Would He allow me to bear His insignia, to openly proclaim my bond with Him?

The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for me to take this critical step, a step filled with uncertainty and longing. Lamar's expectant eyes met mine, reflecting the same question that gnawed at my soul.

I closed my right hand into a tight fist, my knuckles whitening as memories surged forth, unbidden yet undeniable. What I did in the past was darkness, an unrelenting abyss from which there seemed no escape.

Sometimes I prayed, a desperate cry for redemption, but my actions betrayed me. I killed, I tortured, I took everything to keep myself alive, driven by a selfish hunger that knew no bounds. All I did was inflict pain, bringing tears and anger to those I encountered.

I was the embodiment of darkness itself, a living manifestation of all that was cruel and unfeeling.

Maybe I chose the wrong god. A god of darkness would more willingly accept me, would see in me a reflection of its own malevolence.

But the God of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love? Could He, in His boundless grace, see something in me worth saving?

Even I myself could see only darkness inside me, a void where compassion and kindness should have been. Was there something good left in me? A flicker of humanity hidden deep within?

My heart ached with longing as I voiced the hope that still lingered, fragile yet persistent.

'I wish I were there, inside the love,'

'I don't want to be born in darkness; it's too painful.

I want to stay in the love and light.'

The words hung in the air, a raw plea for understanding, for compassion, for a chance at redemption. My soul was laid bare, every scar and wound exposed, every sin and transgression revealed. The darkness within me was all-consuming, yet I yearned for the light, for the warmth of love and the gentle touch of grace.

Placing my hand over my heart, my palm pressing against the frantic beat within, I whispered my plea, each word torn from the very depths of my soul. "To My Creator, True Source, the Almighty God of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love. Please accept my prayer."

Silence.

The air grew heavy, thick with anticipation and charged with emotion. Lamar, Maa, and Lisa exchanged silent, weighted glances, their eyes wide with concern, each moment stretching into eternity.

Nothing happened.

I already knew it, deep down, but had refused to accept the cold, hard truth. A crushing despair gripped my heart, squeezing it with a force that left me breathless.

'For every bad thing you do, it will return to you. Everything comes back, a reflection of your deeds, your choices.'

And for me, what awaited was clear. I am destined for Hell, an eternal abyss of torment and anguish. My fate was sealed, my soul condemned.

I had always feared this moment, but the stark reality of it cut deeper than I had ever imagined. It was as if the darkness within me had been laid bare, exposed for all to see, a testament to my failure, my unworthiness.

Why was I even born if only darkness awaited me? What was the point of existence if my path led only to pain, to isolation, to a void where love and light were forever out of reach?

Tears streamed down my face, each one a symbol of my brokenness, my longing for redemption, my desperate need for acceptance. My heart ached with a pain so profound, so all-encompassing, that it threatened to consume me.

I had reached for the light, only to be met with darkness.

I had sought love, only to find emptiness.

I had prayed for acceptance, only to be turned away.

The silence lingered, a heavy shroud, a reminder of all that I had lost, all that I had been, all that I could never be again.

Why was I even born if only darkness was waiting for me? Conceived in shadows, brought into existence only to know unending pain, and destined to die in that same suffocating darkness, never to find release.

Then why, Why did You let me glimpse the light and love? Why tease me with a taste of something so pure, so beautiful, only to snatch it away?

What am I to do with this yearning, this desperate hunger to be enveloped in love and light?

Yet, I am not born to be there, not destined for such grace. Is this another cruel twist of fate, another torment, another endless spiral of despair?

"Please God..." I sobbed, my voice a choked whisper, tears streaming down my face, each one a testament to my agony. "I don't want to live in pain anymore, I don't want to be this bringer of darkness, this harbinger of sorrow. I don't want to hurt people anymore."

My body quaked, engulfed in a despair so debilitating that it seemed to fracture the very core of my being. "I long for my darkness to cease here, to terminate with my own existence. Just take my life, extinguish it here, put an end to this insufferable agony." My voice splintered, tinged with a raw desperation. "Absolve me of my past transgressions and sins."

"So maybe, just maybe, someday, with Your Grace, I can be reborn in the light, free from this cruel existence that has trapped me in shadows.

Let me find peace.

Let me find love.

Let me find the light."

Suddenly, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble, and the room filled with celestial light, descending like liquid grace from the heavens above. The once-shadowed sky was torn asunder by blinding illumination, as if the hand of the divine had reached down to touch the core of this planet. Angelic choirs began to sing, their voices a symphony of pure joy and love, transcending the bounds of mortal comprehension.

The dark night relented, yielding to the dawn's brilliance that bathed everything in a radiant, ethereal glow, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, the mundane into the miraculous.

Amidst this divine spectacle, a voice, at once powerful and gentle, filled with infinite love that reached into the very core of my being, resonated,

"Jaime, my son, you are chosen to bring light and love to this planet. For in you, I see the purity of purpose, the strength to overcome, and the heart to heal. You have been reborn. Now you are my APOSTLE. From now on, you will only bring light and love everywhere you go."

Above me, an insignia was not enough to describe what appeared—a luminescent orb, its brilliance surpassing anything the room had witnessed, pulsating with the very essence of divinity.

Lamar, her face a canvas of awe and reverence, her eyes wide with realization and wonder, murmured in a voice barely above a whisper, "It's not just a symbol, but the core of creation. He is the apostle, the chosen one of the True God for this world!"

Within this vortex of love and light, a shimmering golden screen materialized in front of me, resplendent and majestic, bearing a divine mandate that promised a new path, a new purpose, a new destiny.

[ Name : Jaime Hunter 🌟

Status : Apostle of GOD of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love 💖

Quest from the GOD: 🌈 Be fruitful and multiply! Fill this planet and subdue it with love and joy! Rule over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and every creature that moves on the ground with tenderness and care. Make love with 1000 woman!

Note 💌: As the apocalypse is already happening, the population of this planet urgently needs your warmth and compassion. Please fulfill your duty. Create as many offspring as you can with heartfelt affection! Please assist this planet. Share your loveeeee, and let it blossom like a beautiful flower! 🌸

Reward 🎁: Each time you make love with someone, you will receive an additional blessing and reward for both you and the one you love. Feel the joy, embrace the connection, and spread the love! Only available if your hearts beat as one and she loves you as you love her. 💑 ]