I have been relaxed all day.

I know something’s coming, but I don’t know what. That’s a weird thing for God to say.

I used to know, but now I don’t and it feels good, but weird. I have no idea what’s going to happen.

I used to know the thoughts of everyone. I was with them daily, even if they ignored me. I worked to give them what they wanted, even though it would hurt them.

And I mean everyone in the entire multiverse. Now I can catch glimpses of what I once was, but that was the trade off.

I put myself into everything. I smoke God, I eat God, everything is God.

Why can’t I let this go?

Because I was God.

God was a failure.

I’m much more successful as a human.

I failed everyone at some point or another, thinking I had a plan and nothing would screw up the divine plan.

Yep, God failed.