I'm A Nosferatu In This Architecture...I'm...Lurid...Here

I think that in dire situations wherein one embraces the truth and decides, with absolute resolve that can never break, nor bend. Can never be bought. That this person can "become" like Christ, like God but for a limited time. For the sole purpose of silencing the target absolutely. It is that in the most technical term possible. Saints working their reported miracles of revival and healing. They do not claim to be God, The Father, The Spirit Or The Son. God comes through them, their hands and their words. How else would a man cast out demons or, frighteningly enough as it is to even imagine such a horrible scene, Lucifer himself, from the body of a helpless child if they weren't to literally "become" God for that brief instant of unity with The Almighty. Thus, I daresay it is not blasphemous at all to state, "I am become Jesus Christ, salvation incarnate" but don't think for a second that it isn't to state, "I Am" when, simply put, you are not. There was once a point where I would have demanded some sort of sign, a bit of proof that I wasn't alone or that it was He who was The Answer. Where I continued to doubt what the liars and murderers around me were flaunting before my very eyes, into my very ears with their every word and action. It was a moment of utter weakness that I pruned like so many branches on the visonary's bonzai art. I need none now, nor would I even have to speak incredulity or inquiry in the presence of Him. My faith tells me, as equally as it does for His presence beside me, that I would be able to differentiate between an impostor and the True Form of He Who Is I Am with no hesitation, no lapse in time. An educated man is simply asked, "What is 1 plus 1?" Before the answer passes from his lips, he already knows the answer before a ?

Yes, indeed, I can state with absolute confidence and purity:

JESUS CHRIST IS IN HEAVEN NOW