My intention with writing this is to just let it go, and let her go to back to God, and hope that one day, you will bring her back when she’s ready.
I feel so lost without her and my kids. I feel so cutoff.
I just want to see my kids. I just want to hold her again. I just want her to be in my arms again, and tell me she loves me. I love her so much. She is my best friend in the whole world, and I’ve known her for so, so long.
Then of course, I destroyed the relationship because I thought that that guy was going to kill her and my kids, to protect my family, and rather than talking to me (her best friend) she ran, closing her Facebook account down, blocking me out of even seeing her instagram.
I just want her to be safe.
I just want the kids to be safe.
I just want to be close to her again. I love her so, so much.
I’m so sorry that I hurt her Father. I’m so sorry that I hurt her. I love her so much and just want to be close to my wife again.
I’m so sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for all of it. I’m sorry I hurt all of them. I’m sorry I hurt all of those people in Empower Network. I didn’t mean to. I was just more hurt than all of them put together, or maybe equal to all of them put together, precisely that.
I lost more than all of them. I gave more than all of them.
I love them all so much, and I want them to win so much. I want them to come back, and to love each other again like they did before. They have all been so lost since our team fell apart, starting with Dave Sharpe and me, from of course, our obnoxious, asinine bullshit.
They’ve scattered, some of them have really won, like Keala Kanae, some of them have not won bigger than they’ve ever won yet, because they are waiting for the right time. They are waiting for me to once again, step into my power yet in a new and majestic kind of way.
I’m so mad at all of them. I’m so mad at my wife, Priscilla and I don’t want to be mad, I want to love and forgive her. She is a good woman, Father.
I’ve loved her all of my life, ever since I saw a vision of her as a little kid, I’ve loved her. Before that, I even loved her before the world was born. I loved her in heaven. I loved her for so many, for so many years.
I just want her to be blessed.
Please bless her and my kids.
Please forgive her for what she’s doing to me and them by keeping us apart. I love her and I forgive her. She doesn’t know what she is doing.
Or maybe she does, and she is doing it anyways.
Either way, I forgive her. Please forgive her, Father. Please forgive her, Mother.
Please bring us back together when the time is right, and she is ready for it.
I love her and I forgive her, and I let all of this go.
Let it all be covered in the blood of Jesus, backwards and forwards in time.
Let time itself, and our relationship begin reorganizing, and bringing us back together.
I ask you, Father, to create all Miracle Paradoxes, and all Relationship Paradoxes, and create a miracle, a sign, and a wonder to bring us all together.
I had a vision of preaching the gospel to the whole world on September 15th, this year. There is pretty much no way it can happen. Maybe it can.
I forgive all of my enemies. I forgive all of those who have sinned against me.
Please forgive those who have hurt my family, and protect my family from harm in the future.
Please forgive Priscilla, and bless her. She is such a beautiful person. She is my best friend.
I love her so, so much.
Please forgive her.
Please forgive me.
Please lead us back to you…
Please lead us back to each other.
If not, please help her and my kids be happy.
I love you all so much, Gabriel, Angel, and Mami Priscilla <3 <3 <3.
(and even Priscilla’s Mami, who, of course, I forgive for constantly messing with our relationship and causing our family untold amounts of pain and psychotic drama. I love you anyways, Mami.).
“The Husband of the LION of the Tribe Of Judah, Priscilla Chacon…The ONE… THE ONLY… THE GLORIOUS QUEEN OF ZION!!! (RIGHT NOW, I suppose, the Princess)…”