Helldoesnotexist Stories

My manuscript offers the answer to a question that can be found nowhere else. God is all-powerful and can lift anything, yet He is also all-knowing, so can He create something He cannot lift? The answer to this ancient paradox explains some of the most beautiful truths you may ever encounter. Humanity stands at the precipice of an awakening, a remembering so profound that it will transcend all understanding. We have never been separated from God, nor could we ever be, for such an existence is perfectly impossible. But due to our belief in separation, the astonishing power of our minds makes it seem real, even though it is entirely false. When this memory returns, we will awaken in the Heaven we have never left. This is not conjecture, nor mere belief, but an irrefutable and absolute fact. I am a writer who speaks from the heart. And perhaps, if your Love recognizes my Love, you will understand that this has always been our Love. Bob

This story came not from intention, but from invitation. I entered a writing contest, five themes offered, but only one stirred an ancient memory within me. So, I chose, Write from the point of view of a non-human character. I didn't plan. I didn't ponder. I simply listened. And as I did, the words came, not like bricks I stacked, but like wind flowing through a chime. I wasn't the builder. I was the instrument. A conduit. In a few hours, the manuscript formed itself: short, concise, reverent. Every sentence arrived as if it was already known. Time didn't stretch, it folded. And in that folding, I glimpsed something transcendent. This writing is an echo of that moment. Here, the non-human voice is not alien, it is Divine. It is the Son speaking across an illusion. It is the Holy Spirit whispering through eternity. It is nature humming in perfect union. It is Christ as you, as me, as us. Time is not linear. It is a story unraveling in reverse, returning to its point of origin. The clock does not count forward, it collapses inward, back into the One Mind that imagined it. And in that collapse, we remember we are not creations of time. We are architects of eternity. This manuscript flows from that Truth. It is not fiction. It is a remembrance. It is the story of Who we truly are. Bob

God is all powerful, but can He make something He cannot lift? Being that God is all powerful He can lift anything, yet if He is all knowledge He can make something He cannot lift. The answer to this paradox is found here and offers the most beautiful truths you'll ever read. We must agree that the most mysterious and discussed topic of all pertains to the existence of God. Either God Is or God Isn't.

The term Christ holds a profound and transformative meaning. It represents our true identity beyond the limitations of the ego and the physical body. In other words, we are not human beings, we are all Christ Beings. Jesus's last name is not Christ, it's Jesus of Nazareth, a man who perfectly and completely understood he was one with Christ. So are you, so am I and so is everyone. Forever. This project is an explanation of two manuscripts I have studied daily and written about for fifteen years. A Course In Miracles by Helen Schucman is in my opinion the most profound and truthful spiritual manuscript ever written. The Disappearance Of The Universe, by Gary R. Renard, is a record of 17 mind-bending conversations that took place over nearly a decade between Gary and two Ascended Masters who materialized before him in 1992. The subject of God is the most mysterious topic in existence. After fifteen years of thinking and writing about this subject, I'm going to attempt and make everything I know simple for you to understand. I'm publishing these manuscripts in a world where the vast majority do not believe in God's existence. At all. Never have, never will, and have absolutely no interest in the subject. Period. Well, what am I to do then, quit writing? My answer to my own question is no. The reason I say this is that I've learned more from my writings than anything else I've ever read. Believe me, in my wildest dreams, I certainly didn't foresee this occurring. Bob