Jack Spratt

120809 04:41 & next

Some days start on the up others on a down. Yesterday was just the usual run around. 

Today I found myself tied to walls with cords, infused & transfused. Guess what I’m in hospital losing my balls well at least one of them. 

Mention was made here and there about pain but no balls were detailed being decorous there was no temp just this pain getting worse hourly . Simultaneously I’d begun to notice a remarkable change of style not how or why I write but the approach needing more sleep between sessions etc.

There had been a previous occasion of testicular inflammation two or three years ago forgotten until now, nowhere near as mystical.  I was able to keep both testicles then, this time I lost one and the parting was revelatory.  I noticed an immediate improvement in my breathing upon awakening. Thereafter came several surreal events based on common words began to occur.

I have concluded that if I lead you into my experience as fiction, poetry or as a report it will remain merely that. Perhaps marginally less so by the following choice but it is my personal knowledge of God that forms my story as follow. Our relationship with God is our gift in response to Gods gifts to you. I have wondered far and wide of my ideal and current understanding is emphatic. 

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