Once upon a life, I was born then suddenly every room I’ve toured the haters poured. They pouted and pouted then carries, anus attitudes. Sometimes, some are in counselor forms. Just wish to be done with counselling then you may find me on a farm. But yet still, I attire red clothing to show the haters up. I have built-in anger just as any other man. It’s taking a lot of trabajo on self. I have somewhere I want to be, where I’m not right now. Is there somewhere I should be at this very moment, where I wasn’t? I shook my head to certain attainables and sometimes at things in questions. If I could seep in the mind of others right now, they’ll understand some of the people I have to deal with. You’ll see the difficulty in achieving. While your surroundings and elements such as some, conspirers aim is to hold you down. Whether giving or receiving counseling, sometimes may cost or come with a price. Tag, you’re it. Seems to be a game people plays. Mental stucky, your it! The life and journey took me through many paths. Came across so many people, to the point of forgetting names. I’ve mentioned a lot since 3 years ago, when I started out not knowing anything. As an unknown author, with a name that’s hard to remember but not forgettable. The things I’ve seen since a child that led me unto this. point. This moment, this subject and of this world to which we’ve known as Earth/Ephraim. The Son Of Israel is not well known to people but with my understanding, experience against knowledge. Practice makes perfect with the exception of some gifted such Allen Iverson. I’ve seen Metatron physically, after thoughts of committing murder. And the war is still going on in Erbil now. After years of seeing The Lord/Father, Jesus Christ/The Son and Metatron/The Holy Spirit/5th Spirit. I’ve realized the truth between the relationship of God and men. The Prophet’s Manual states if I die horribly in the morning, the next morning Thy Lord will become antichrist, vengeful and end the world as we know exist. Henceforth, The Son Of Israel becomes, “Epoch.”