Conversation with God

By Embaye Melekin

The Conversation with God is the compilation of my communication with God. I am bestowed with the gift to do so. I speak to God regularly and the Lord answers all my questions with no reservations. I am blessed by the Lord to reveal the truth from the prospective of God.

This book is for those who truly believe in the Lord. Those unbelievers may not find it palatable and even useful. Many shall argue to discredit it but they cannot escape from the truth as narrated by the Lord himself. God has his own ways of reveals his works by choosing his own and I am blessed to be the person the Lord anointed to bring to light his true nature.

Read this relevant book with open mind and don’t make conclusions until you read the last page. I have written what I was exposed to and whatever your read is not my imagination and has very little to do with me. It is purely the dictates of the Lord.

No book has ever been revealing of the true nature of God before as the Conversation with God. I made every effort to discover the truth from the mouth of the Lord. Nothing in this book should be construed to mean as my own figment of imagination. It has nothing to do with me.

Know also what Jesus did from age of twenty years. Also know the true identities of the Jews, Europeans, Arabs, Asians, and Africans from the annals of the Bible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514466018

Embaye Melekin

I am an Eritrean by origin residing in Toronto as a citizen of Canada. Conversation with God is my seventh book and probably my last. I am a Catholic by religion but have various religious affiliations in my family. I learnt how to communicate with God since my childhood but only recently did I become so committed and knew the benefits of his guidance. I was always ostracized and condemned and even admitted to a mental hospital for merely saying that I spoke to God. I am a divorced father of three, two of whom are autistic kids and wonderful children. I came to Canada from Nigeria where I resided as a refugee for a total of fifteen years. I left Eritrea in 1975 to avoid the escalating war at the time and have never returned since then because of the brutal regime that controls the country.

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CONTENTS

PREFACE

SECTION I

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

SECTION II

PREAMBLE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

THE END

PREFACE

The Conversation with God is the compilation of my communication with God. I am bestowed with the gift to do so. I speak to God regularly and the Lord answers all my questions with no reservations. I am blessed by the Lord to reveal the truth from the prospective of God. No one has ever done so before me in modern times.

This book is for those who truly believe in the Lord. Those unbelievers may not find it palatable and even useful. Many shall argue to discredit it but they cannot escape from the truth as narrated by the Lord. God has his own ways of reveals his works by choosing his own and I am blessed to be the person the Lord anointed to bring to light his true nature.

Read this relevant book with open mind and don’t make conclusions until you read the last page. I have written what I was exposed to and whatever your read is not my imagination and has very little to do with me. It is purely the dictates of the Lord.

Man is born with a predetermined path. Those who will read this book shall know its value if they are truly in tune with their God and Savior, Jesus Christ. Knowledge is bestowed by the Lord. Those that will benefit from the rich information contained in this book shall know themselves and determine their predetermined paths and destinies.

No book has ever been revealing of the true nature of God before. I made every effort to discover the truth from the mouth of the Lord. Nothing in this book should be construed to mean as my own figment of imagination. It has nothing to do with me. The Lord spoke his words to me and revealed his terms. I only did the interview and interrogations of the Lord.

The remaining parts of the book are also of similar nature. What the Lord revealed to me I basically rewrote. I am sure that anyone who reads this book will have many of the lingering questions in their minds answered. Above all, everyone would search themselves to know their standings with God. No book, other than the Bible, has revealed the true nature of God and his dealings with man and his role in the affairs of the earth.

Know also what Jesus did from age of twenty years. Also know the true identities of the Jews, Europeans, Asians and Africans from the annals of the Bible.

SECTION I

CHAPTER 1

I never knew that I will write books, ever. All my lifetime I thought I was going to be a medical doctor. That was my aspiration. However, numerous obstacles made that impossible to attain. I finally graduated in fields that I did not have much interest in. Now, I know why I never became a medical doctor. The Lord did not want me to be so.

Since my childhood I was always a loner. I never had intimate friends in my entire lifetime and until date. I was a very sociable person and mingled easily with any members of the human society but for whatever reason I abhorred having close friends. I felt that having friends hindered my independence and my ability to think by myself for most of the day.

I am a thinking machine. My mind is always engaged in analyzing one topic or another. Knowing that, I sometimes attempted to ignore my internal addiction to be alone and really wanted to be like everyone else. I tried to get close to some people that I felt were deeply interested to be my friends but found them very boring after a while. Friends discussed intimate issues and most of the time engaged in irrelevant conversations and I found that a waste of my valuable time. I enjoyed talking to myself and analyzing the various news and events that happened every day.

Many times, I would sit on a single spot for many hours and go through the various issues of the day until my head ached. That has been my way of life since I was a child. In Alighidir, a small village in Eritrea, of about three hundred inhabitants, everyone knew me as the running-boy.

I was always seen running even when attending to simple errands by my mother to a nearby shop. In the mornings, my mother sent me to buy bread for breakfast regularly and I carried out that task in a few minutes even though the bakery was half a kilometer away. I always challenged myself that I would bring the bread before the tea-pot began to boil and I was always successful.

As far as I can remember, I had two white singlets and two abujedid pants, apart from my school uniform, and I didn’t care. Sometimes, my white clothes turned brown with dirt and dust before I changed them. My mother was always the one who noticed my dirty clothes and ordered me to change them. My playing mates changed their clothes regularly but I was always the dirties one and never changed my clothes until the white turned to brown.

My mother spoilt me so much that my father always grumbled. My father nicknamed me shillet because I was always by my mother whenever I was at home. Shillet is the dried placenta that hangs on a cow after giving birth to a calf.

I was a curious child since the time I could remember. Unfortunately, many people saw me as a fool, even some do so till date, and ignored me as a weird child. My mind was always full of ideas and was never short of topics to discuss with what I called my inner conscience. I did most of the time what my inner conscience guided me to do.

My inner conscience would tell me to go rabbit-hunting and I would do so with my dog, and roam deep into the forest that was dangerous even for adults. Sometimes my inner conscience would tell me to go to Numero Asherra, four kilometers away from Alighidir, just to eat mangoes or akkat, a local fruit. I always run throughout the four kilometers, nonstop, and returned home in the same manner. Never was I ever tired or even produced a trickle of a sweat. I used to wonder why people became exhausted and why they sweated so much in the terrible heat of Alighidir because I never did.

During my childhood, I always observed my mother who coached me how to pray using the rosary. We were fanatic Catholics that saw other sets of human beings as sinners and believed that only our family would enter heaven. My mother was never without her rosaries all day long. She was a praying machine and repeated the rosaries many times a day. She once told me that she did a rosary for each of her children every day.

I still remember vividly what I saw one day. My mother was preparing lunch, using firewood, for we had no gas cooker or electricity. As she stirred the pot with her right hand, my mother was holding her rosary on her left hand and praying at the same time. That picture changed the way I perceived and prayed to God. I realized, from that day onward, that we could pray, and should pray to God in every moment of our lives. We don’t have to wait until sleep time, which we normally prayed at home, and we don’t have to be in a church to remember and honor the Lord.

In our house, we had a little shrine with the picture of Jesus, Mary, the Pope, and Saint Michael spearing a dragon. When I was a child I sat down by myself and tried to analyze the pictures. Why was Jesus crucified and why do we have to worship him? I saw a beautiful picture of Mary with her young son, Jesus, and compared it with my tight relationship with my mother.

The Pope I saw as the king of the Catholic Church and was very proud of my religion. The picture of the angel Michael specially mesmerized me so much and spent a lot of time trying to analyze it. I didn’t know why he was killing a dragon. When I asked my mother she told me that the dragon was Satan appearing as a dragon. I realized that Satan could take many forms to deceive people into following him.

During the day, I was brainwashed by my mother, mostly coaching me how to pray and telling me various stories associated with God. In the evenings it was my father’s turn who narrated various Mensa histories and what they achieved in the past that mostly sounded like fairytales.

When I was very young I showed little interest but gradually I realized that that I was from the Mensa tribe. I began to show much attention and wanted to know more about my own Mensa people. My father enjoyed repeating some of the stories about the Mensa tribe over and over again and gradually, I almost memorized most of them. Even from childhood I looked down upon the other tribes in Eritrea and saw the Mensas as superior to all of them.

My father was especially fond of narrating the history of Kentiba Mender, my seventh grandfather. Every time something angered my father he muttered, Mergem Mender or the curse of Mender. Even though my father partly admired Mender’s achievements, he blamed him for reducing the Mensas to nonentities.

Mender became a dictator and his hand was drenched with the blood of his enemies. He listened to none of his Mensa advisers and was guided only by his Celibet, or prophetess, and carried out whatever she instructed him to do. My family lost the Kentibaship after Mender, a lineage that extended to as far as the 3rd or 4th century A.D. My father felt that he was entitled to be the Kentiba of Mensa if it was not for the curse of Mender, the last Kentiba in our family lineage.

Next to Mender, my father boasted of a different Kentiba who also accomplished great feats for the continent of Africa. His name was Kentiba Dair. During Kentiba Dair’s reign there was great famine in the Arab world. Most of these Moslem regions were dry for almost five years and hence, the Arabs were forced to migrate elsewhere to avoid the famine that claimed many of them.

Many of them decided to migrate to Africa. Gradually they established their domain on the coastal areas of Egypt and settled permanently there. As their numbers began to increase they pushed southwards the Coptic and black inhabitants of the north African region. And still more of the Arabs began to migrate to Africa.

Soon, the Arab immigrants wielded much power and advanced westwards towards Libya, Algeria and Morocco and followed the coastlines of North Africa and totally exterminated the black inhabitants that had lived there for many centuries and established themselves as the conquerors of the land. The Arab Islamic extremists did not stop in Morocco but continued to follow the coastal areas, wiping out most of the black inhabitants of the areas, and claiming the land as their own.

Most of the black women, men and children were put to death by the Arabs in all the lands they conquered. It was just a matter of time before the Arabs would have exterminated all the black population along all the coastal areas of the continent of Africa.

News came to Kentiba Dair that the Arabs were wiping out all the Moor tribes along the coastal areas of North Africa. Kentiba Dair immediately dispatched thousands of Mensas warriors to curb the advancement of the Arab Islamic zealots.

The Mensa commander and leader were called Musa Kentebay, a gallant warrior known for his strategic zeal and defense against the Amhara invaders on the southern part of Eritrea. Musa Kentebay, who would later be known as Mensay Musa (Mensa Musa) placed his warriors in strategic locations in present day Sudan, Chad, Mali, Niger and Burkina Faso to stop the southward advancement of the Arab Islamic supremacists.

He made it all the way to Mauritania where he massacred the advancing Arab mujahidin invaders. He then wiped out all the Arabs that had occupied vast lands south of the coastal areas of North Africa. The Arabs were gradually reduced to settlements only on the coastal areas of Egypt, Tunisia, Libya, Algeria, Morocco and some parts of Mauritania.

All the Arabs became concentrated in the tips of the coastal areas of North Africa and organized formidable armies that Mensa Musa was unable to dislodge. He realized that all the local Moor tribes of North Africa were totally annihilated by the Arabs and he did not see the essence of liberating those lands at expense of his already fatigued warriors. He, however, terrorized the Arab population in the northern coast of Africa for a long time.

Mensa Musa trained the local inhabitants of the lands he liberated and etched deep hatred to be impressed in their hearts against the ruthless and wicked Arabs who still occupy our lands in North Africa, till date. Sadly, the colonial masters would give vast lands of black Africans to the Arabs during the scramble for Africa. Today, black Africans are still treated as inferiors in many parts of North Africa.

The annihilated northern African Moore tribes were an integral domain of the Mensa Kentiba. They were gallant warriors that conquered many parts of Europe in their hay days. Sadly, they were totally wiped out from the face of the earth by the sadist and the wicked Arab immigrants who still occupy Egypt, Tunisia, Libya, Algeria, Morocco and even Mauritania.

But thanks to Mensay Musa (Mensa Musa) we still have vast territories of the African continent under black tribes controls. If it wasn’t for the speedy action of Kentiba Dair the entire coastal areas of Africa would have been under the Arabs and they would have even advanced further into the hinterland of the continent.

Today, the Mensa tribe is confined to a very tiny area of Eritrea. The Kentiba doesn’t wield any powers outside the tribe and very few Mensas are even aware of the great people that they once were. The Italian colonization period virtually wiped out any notions of Eritrean greatness and they reduced us to their subservient.

Most bona fide Eritrean citizens remember our past glories as the era of united and collective fighting or Zemen Kittet. Most Mensa history books are hidden in caves that no one has knowledge of and are still preserved if only they could be traced. My father narrated Mensa history from the little he knew and I was attentive enough, even though I was still a child, to write a minuscule part of our great past glories.

Everything began during my childhood and very few things have changed since then in my life. The things my mother taught me I still observe earnestly. The stories my father repeatedly narrated still occupy a vast portion of my memory. The love I enjoyed from my parents I attempted to impart equally to my children. The ethics my mother inculcated in me still guide me and preserve me in all my endeavors in life. Even though I left my parents at the age of eleven to live with my sister in Addis Ababa, I had a lot of coaching and counseling from especially my mother to last me for a lifetime.

As I remember, even when I was seven, eight or ten years old, I always thought like an adult and was always curious to know what the older people perceived. I sat near my father whenever there were visitors in our house and he never prohibited me from doing so. I always listened attentively and digested what I heard and wondered why there were different categories of people. Some were funny, some were gentile, some very respectable and others behaved like clowns as they spoke to my father. My father entertained all kinds of people.

At home in Alighidir, there were two important books that my mother preserved under her fancy clothes in a wooden box. Both of them were beautifully hand written. One contained the laws of Mensa and the other some major historical achievements of previous Mensa Kentibas. My mother told me that she was preserving the books for us to understand our history and the laws of our land of origin.

When I began to read and write Tigre and Tigrigna fluently, at the age of nine, I constantly took out the books from my mother’s clothing box and read them frequently. The Mensa laws I found boring but the history book was very enlightening and interesting. Initially I had problems understanding the deep Tigre terminologies used in the book but gradually began to guess the meanings of the difficult words that were mainly spoken in Mensa land. I read the history book probably a hundred times for it was the only book we had in our home.

Sadly, when I returned to Alighidir in 1975, both books were tattered and the pages dilapidated and worn out. I preserved the few pages I could gather but they were all crumbling and didn’t know how to keep them intact. I wrote a few things from the book of history that I felt were relevant, like the names of all the Mensa Kentibas.

For many years, and since my childhood, I thought I was guided by my inner conscience and listened to it ardently. I sometimes spent hours just enjoying the responses I was getting from the numerous questions I asked my inner conscience. I am sure many people wondered in Alighidir why I was always alone and sat on one spot for many hours.

Sometimes, I just went from house-to-house in Alighidir to just observe how the people lived. Sometimes, I went swimming in the irrigation canals and came home muddy to the annoyance of my mother. Many children lost their lives swimming in those canals and my mother was afraid that I would end up that way some day. My mother inspected the peripheries of my hair to find out if I had gone swimming for the mud formed a ring around the front part of my hair. Knowing that, I usually washed my face and head with clean water before coming home to fool my mother.

At the beginning, I went rabbit hunting all by myself and caught nothing. I exhausted myself chasing the rabbits without apprehending anyone of them. Then my inner conscience told me to take my dog with me. My dog was no better than me. He chased the rabbits for fun and did not know that he was supposed to apprehend them. One day, I found a dead rabbit and my conscience told me to feed it to my dog. I remember roasting it and then gave it to the dog to eat which he devoured mercilessly. From that day onward things changed. My dog knew precisely what to do. He caught rabbits in minutes.

I roasted the rabbits in the forest and shared and devoured them with my dog. For reasons I couldn’t understand, however, my dog refused to chase more rabbits, which were in abundance, after capturing just one of them. I wanted to catch as many rabbits as my dogs could apprehend. But instead, my dog sat down and waited for me to feed him after getting just one rabbit. All efforts to entice him to chase more rabbits failed and I was restricted to just one rabbit every time I went hunting.

All my early days, I was always a quiet person. I hardly spoke and only responded when I was asked or enticed into conversation. My mind marveled at how various people behaved. My curiosity was to know how different people reacted to various conditions and that occupied my mind for most of my days. I always wanted to know why people responded to everything as they did. That was my passion.

My silence was sometimes misconstrued as stupidity and a few people saw me as a weird child and even sometimes as a fool. I was never offended when some people expressed their opinions openly and discarded me as an idiot. Internally, I laughed at them. My cousin Gabriel was especially harsh and never hid his opinion about me. He normally called me mogn which means stupid in Amharic. I never blamed him for that was the attitude I portrayed.

In Canada, I was immersed in a white society that had little regard for black people. I saw racism in Canada for the first time in my life. I had always thought white people to be intelligent, compassionate, loving and all other good qualities, until I came to Canada. It didn’t take me long to realize that some of them were truly the sons of Satan. It still bugles my mind, till date, how a white person could think he is superior to a black person by virtue of his color of skin. The few white people I knew in Africa never expressed such notions and we all respected them for their good virtues and not because we felt we were inferior to them. In Canada, I realized that many of the white people just hated me for merely being a black person. I still don’t understand how a human being could hate another human being, like himself in all attributes, for merely being a black person.

I attempted to understand racism but couldn’t, till date, and regardless of how much I tried. Over the years, I have began to accept the so-called white supremacists as simply sick people with some kind of mental problems or utterly demented people possessed by Satan. No matter how they tried, however, they could not make me feel inferior to the white race. On the contrary, they have successfully converted me to become a black supremacist for I know that I honor all humanity as the wonderful creation of God, as many blacks do.

Sadly, racism against blacks is not confined to whites only but also the Chinese, Indians, Koreans, Arabs, Jews and every other race that I encountered in multicultural Canada. The white race has succeeded in demeaning the black race and fully influenced other races in the world to do the same. The main haters of the black race are primarily, however, only the white race. We have to defeat the erroneous notions of the white man if we are to regain our God given rights and dignities and retrieve our respect worldwide.

In Canada, I began to rely on my inner conscience more than ever for I was a lost soul. I tried my best to fit into the Canadian society but couldn’t. I just couldn’t accept myself as a second-class citizen. I believed myself to be a full Canadian and first-rate Canadian citizen for that matter. Instead of accepting my unfortunate fate and the perceived inferior nature of the black man in Canada, I gradually evolved into a nigger that saw himself superior to the white race. My inner conscience guided me and boosted my ego and made me the person I eventually became.

I began to walk on the streets of Toronto as if there was no man like me. I just saw all Canadians, excluding blacks, as my fellow countrymen. I began to tag all the other ethnic groups in Toronto with various derogatory epithets. The Chinese and Koreans were midgets. The Indians were stupid souls and figurine worshippers. The Jews were holocaust singers. The Arabs, and other Moslems, I tagged as terrorists etc. etc. I did everything possible to make myself feel better, and to groom myself, and to ward off the erroneous perceptions of everyone else that had about the black race.

In the nights, before I slept, I had deep conversations with my inner conscience. I went through my daily activities and the good and the bad things I encountered during the day. To me, everyday was a new day. After consulting with my inner conscience, I always forgot what transpired that day. Every day was a new day to me and that is how I kept my sanity intact and relieved any stress that I encountered on daily basis as a black man.

Until I was about thirty years old I never saw the essence of Jesus Christ in all my prayers. I knew the history of Jesus very well but didn’t understand why he was our Redeemer and Savior. I always tried to ignore my inner conscience whenever it pricked my mind pertaining to Jesus. I accepted the fact that he was the Son of God but did not see the essence of worshipping God in his name. I prayed Hail Mary and Angel Gabriel and the Lord’s Prayer but knew no prayer connecting Jesus to God.

One day, I was writing a book that I was challenged to write by a Polish York University professor when I disputed his rendition of African history. I had written a substantial part of the book when my brain was clogged and couldn’t proceed. The book, which I later titled, Abyssinia shall rise!! was full of my personal experience rather than the true history of Africa.

I didn’t write what my father had narrated to me for I was afraid no one would believe me and because I would not be able to present any evidence to prove any of my father’s historical recollections. The only book that was hand-written in Tigre, by a Mensa historian, I knew was tattered and thrown into the garbage in Alighidir. When I reached a dead-end in my writing I began to pray for the guidance of the Lord.

I wrote the book in my well-lit basement. As I prayed to the Lord, and for the first time in my thirty years of existence on earth, I ended up my prayer by saying, …and I ask you all these in the Holy name of your Blessed Son, Jesus Christ.

Immediately I ended my prayer and said that, the entire basement was in total pitch darkness. I was totally shocked and didn’t know why there was no light in the entire basement. Suddenly, there was a very bright light only on me as if shinning from the ceiling on top of my head. I looked up but could not see any light bulb on top of my head. But the bright light persisted and it was solely confined on me. My whole body was glowing with brightness

Yes, my entire body was sparkling with brightness and couldn’t figure out where the light was coming from when the rest of my basement was in total darkness. As I sat down, numb with utter shock, I saw my entire history, as if in fast-forward video, from the day I was born till the day I sat on the chair to write my book. I was very stunned by the experience. And suddenly, the light on me disappeared and the basement was well lit again. During the weird experience I felt calm and blissful and shivered as if icy water was poured upon me. I later on narrated my inexplicable experience to my Catholic priest and he assured me that I had received the Holy Spirit.

That experience changed my life forever. That day, I was born-again and received the Holy Spirit in my basement. I realized that the voice I had imagined to be my inner conscience was indeed, the voice and guidance of God. That day, I knew the importance of our Lord Jesus Christ.

And from that day onward I prayed in the name of Jesus in all my pleas to the Almighty God. Life was never the same again for me and my perception of life changed dramatically from then onward.

I felt as if the Lord had been guiding me all my life and saw myself as a privileged person to receive such a blessing from God. I wondered if there were other people like me in the world. I learnt, first-hand, what I heard other Christians proclaim that they have been touched by the Holy Spirit. I indeed, was filled by the Holy Spirit on that particular day in the confinement of my basement.

Now, I live my life constantly speaking to God. For the past ten years I have been framed, falsely accused and put in jail five times. I was repeatedly prohibited from having access to my three children, two of whom are autistic kids. I was even admitted into a mental hospital accused of being delusional but all that hasn’t deterred me from speaking and listening to God.

I was falsely declared a mentally derailed person and placed in a mental hospital for a year and nine month and it took about four years to grant me absolute discharge. I saw real racism in Canada and I am still tagged as a mentally demented person in the police records. I could be sent and readmitted into a mental hospital if ever I am found at the slightest violation of the law. Regardless, however, and despite of all the unfortunate events I experienced in the hands of some racist Canadian institutions, my spirit has not been dented even slightly. I am still the man who received the Holy Spirit in my basement, more than thirty years ago, and the man that is still guided by the voice and dictates of the Lord.

During my incarceration in a mental hospital, for no valid reasons, I was in the midst of many people with genuine mental problems. I met many people who truly heard voices, through their ears, and they were all diagnosed as people inflicted with schizophrenia, schizoaffective, delusional or other mental problems. These people normally heard voices that constantly bombarded them with derogatory and demeaning terms, which I felt were satanic.

I don’t hear the messages of the Lord through my ears. Perhaps, there are other gifted people of the Lord who hear the voice of God through their ears. I don’t know. But, from my experience, I found that all those who heard voices through their ears were primarily schizophrenic or suffered from other mental problems and they never heard anything good but always disparaging remarks.

The manner I receive my message from the Lord is very different and I never heard or saw anybody else perceiving the Lord in such a fashion. I actually speak what I hear. If you, as a reader, want to confirm, just repeat the following with your mouth closed. Say whatever you want with your mouth closed. For example, say, the bird is flying over the mountain with your mouth closed.

You will discover that you will grind your teeth, as you repeat the words, and will hear clearly what you said in your mind. You could, of course, say whatever you want, with your mouth closed, and imagine it is probably a message from God. However, you have to distinguish between your own perceptions from that of the Lord if you are indeed, gifted by God to hear his words. I know precisely when I am just speaking what I perceived in my mind, with my mouth closed, or when the Lord is genuinely speaking to me.

I have had numerous conversations with the Lord. And that could be in my home, on buses or subways or even in extremely noisy places. Whenever the Lord spoke to me, my teeth always grinded against each other and I perceived the messages clearly in any environments and under any circumstances. However, I am not in any way inferring that the Lord spoke to his chosen ones in that manner only. Far from that! The Lord communicates with his own in whatever manner he feels conducive to garner their attention and to impart his messages. Whatever way you perceive the word of God, that you should honor, pay attention and receive your gift from the Lord.

I am not going to repeat the numerous conversations I had with the Lord in the past. I am going to dialogue with the Lord, afresh, as I continue to write this book. Some of the answers I may know from the past conversations, but for the sake of the reader I shall inquire from the Lord again.

Hence, I appeal to you to open your mind and decipher whatever you read from henceforward. I don’t expect you to believe wholly what you read in this book, but if you are a Christian, you should inquire from the Lord if whatever you read is the truth or just the mere figment of my imagination. I am sure the Lord will answer you, in your mind, if only you ask faithfully and diligently.

CHAPTER 2

The Lord promised Adam that he would not interfere in the daily activities of mankind. I didn’t know what it meant until I inquired from the Lord in my many dialogues with him. Is the Bible the truth? Is it to be believed as the word of God? Did the Lord uphold the covenants he entered with Adam, Noah, Abraham and others? I have always had a curious mind and I continually asked the Lord poignant questions to know the answers directly from him.

Lord, I beseech you to speak to me. I am yours in my entirety. I pray in the name of your glorious Son, Jesus Christ, my Healer, Redeemer and Savior. My mind is focused on you and yearns for your words, your counseling and your dictates, I said in my heart, wholly committed to the Lord.

My son, Embaye, I live to glorify you from among all men and I have chosen you as my own. Your heart you have kept pure and my commandments you obeyed diligently, the Lord spoke to me in response.

My Lord, I have a few things I am concerned about. ISIS, the war in Syria and Iraq and Moslem terrorists striking Paris, France and the massacre that ensued, I don’t know when it is going to end, I spoke to the Lord in my heart.

The sage shall not be bothered by wars and rumors of wars. The conflict shall have no end until the truth prevails. Wars will be followed by famine and pestilences, earthquakes and other traumas that will shake the core of the human race, the Good Lord replied.

Why Lord? You are the Creator of heaven and earth. All power is in your hand. Why don’t you find everlasting solutions to the problems afflicting mankind? Men have been butchering one another for many centuries. Isn’t it time you pacify our hearts to accept one another fully and to live in harmony on this earth? I complained to the Lord.

I created man in my own image. Adam rebelled against me and hence, knew the good from evil. Ultimately, I gave Adam and his subsequent generations to have dominion over the earth and to determine their own destinies by themselves," the Lord said.

I understand that, Lord, I said.

I promised Adam that I will not interfere in the decisions he made and the road he chose to follow. So also applies my covenant to the entire human race of his seed that followed, the Lord answered me.

But Lord, the Bible is full of your interference in the affairs of man. I can quote numerous times you spoke and guided many prophets and even performed wonderful deeds to save those you elected as your own, I argued.

Those that presented themselves as holy I granted them my audience. Those who diligently sought for my intervention I made myself available to them. Never did I ever interfere in the activities of man, from the time of Adam and until date, the Lord explained.

I know I hear your word, Lord, I said.

You gave your heart, body, mind and soul to me and pleaded with me to be guided by me. That is why I directed you for many years. I didn’t begin to speak to you in your heart without your permission. You initiated it and I responded, the Lord replied.

I believe you violated your word Lord. When I was a child you violated my right as a human being. You promised not to interfere with Adam’s descendants and I am one of them. You pretended to be my inner conscience and guided me throughout my life. That is a violation of your promise to Adam, I complained.

I told you what transpired! You asked me to guide you and I did so for as long as you want me to be with you, the Lord explained.

For heaven’s sake Lord, I was just a little kid. I am sure I didn’t mean what I said. Perhaps I might have said so but that is what kids do. You can’t use that as an excuse and violate my right to be whatever I wanted to be, I shot back.

Trust me. You were not just a kid. You meant what you said from the bottom of your heart. You always tried to emulate your mother and father, as a child, the Lord countered.

I know I was very much influenced especially by my mother especially, I agreed.

You saw your mother in deep prayer and you did the same thing. You knew how to pray with a sincere mind from the time you were a kid. You also copied your father ardently who almost memorized all the psalms and repeated many of them every morning, the Lord explained further.

I can’t argue with you for I don’t remember exactly what I was praying about. I know I repeated the whole rosary when I was barely six or seven years old. I remember that. My mother taught me how to pray using the rosary. I know that I always wanted to be like my father, gentile, honorable and loving. But it is not fair. You can’t listen to a child’s prayer and then use that an excuse to deny my right as a human being, I complained again.

Child or adult it matters not. You chose me and asked me to guide you and I did so diligently. I never violated your rights nor did I break my word I promised to Adam when I gave him, and his descendants, total dominion over the earth, the Lord further went on.

I refuse to accept your excuse. The time you began to interfere in my right to make my own exclusive decisions you intervened and guided me to follow your own ways. Now I know why I am what I am today, I accused God.

In your own case, you did not only ask me to guide you with the sincerity of your heart but also your mother prayed for you, every day. She asked me to protect and guide you for you were a child with extreme innocence and didn’t understand of the evil dispositions of man. You fought with your friends in defense of my church and you were repeatedly beaten up. You never relented and it was just a matter of time before you would have been terribly hurt, the Lord replied.

Lord, we were just kids. They insulted Christianity and I insulted Islam and we fought as a result. That is what children do. Children do all sorts of things that are stupid. I know that I was a fool for I was always outnumbered but I still fought my Moslem friends, I complained.

Embaye, to you it was a feat of bravery and never took it seriously but the Moslem kids were highly offended and truly hated you with passion. Moslems don’t tolerate a person who demeans Islam like you did. They kill such people. You told them that all Moslems went to hell and only Christian entered heaven, the Lord responded.

Now I know why I went to live in Addis Ababa. You guided my mother to do so. You know I didn’t want to leave my parents and missed them tremendously all the years I was in Addis and then Lagos, Nigeria. I was terribly tormented and sometimes wept whenever I remembered my parents, I complained.

All was done to protect you, the Lord replied.

All the years I was in Addis Ababa, and then Lagos, my heart was always in Alighidir and that is a wicked thing you did. You shouldn’t have separated me from my parents. I loved them so much. I was living on earthly heaven when I was living with my parents in Alighidir. You snatched me away from my paradise and I lived in near hell when I was separated from them, I accused God.

My son Embaye, your mother and father prayed to me, with sincerity, to guide and protect their innocent child. You also learnt from your mother and asked me to guide you and protect you also. I never guided you and protected you out of my own volition for that would have been a violation of my word to Adam, the Lord said.

I did pray to you all the time from the time I was very young, I said to the Lord.

If you had stayed in Alighidir you would have been killed for the older people were beginning to sense that you innocently spoke against Islam. I had to protect you. I put terror in the heart of your mother and showed her your dead body and she desperately wanted to get you out of Alighidir. It was very hard for her too but she did the best thing for you, God explained.

I don’t buy that. Nobody would have killed me in Alighidir Lord. If you are the Almighty God and the Creator of the universe then you could have protected me in Alighidir also if that is what my parents prayed for, and if I also did so, as you claim, I protested.

I had no right to restrain you from continually fighting with the Moslems for that would have been a violation of my word to Adam. You made your choices, as a free human being, and I knew the final results which were not pleasant, the Lord spoke.

I still feel that you could have protected me in Alighidir, I said with stubbornness.

I guided your mother and she did what she felt was appropriate at the time. Just take it that way. I guide those who seek my guidance and formulate the best scenario to fulfill my obligation to those who believe and trust in me and request for my intervention, the Lord explained.

But you sought me, Lord, I still insisted.

I don’t go about the earth seeking to protect and guide any human being. I wait for those who call upon me with sincerity. I treat all humanity with equality and I don’t have a favorite among humankind. Those who decide to choose me with sincerity become my choicest ones. And those who discard me, and follow their own worldly path I don’t interfere with, even with an iota of an inch, and let them lead their lives and allow them to design their own fates, the Lord tried to end the conversation.

Lord, I am trying to understand you but you are making it difficult. I raise an issue and you give me answers that require even further explanations. I can’t pin you down. You are too slippery. You always have some flimsy excuses to justify your actions, I complained.

I tell you facts and you don’t believe them, the Lord replied.

You claim that you entered into a covenant with our ancestor Adam and have kept that promise ever since but there are numerous examples, even as documented in the Bible, that you willfully violated your promise to Adam, I complained.

Never did I ever violate my word for I swore by my name when I entered into such covenants with Adam and humanity, the Lord replied.

Going back to my situation, I was left to live with my sister in Addis Ababa, against my wishes and desires. I never wanted to be separated from my parents and what you advised my mother was utterly wicked. I lived with my sister for seven years and never even for one day was my heart in Addis Ababa or Lagos, I protested.

I know that you missed your parents very much, the Lord said.

I lived for seven years with her and my memory was totally glued to the love I had for my parents and lived for that period of time as if I was in Alighidir. I wept several times during that period of time missing my parents. If you indeed cared for me, why didn’t you make me feel at home in my sister’s home and helped me adjust to my new life in Addis and then Lagos? I protested vehemently.

If I had done so, you would have accused me of reprogramming your thoughts and hence, a violation of my word to Adam. You kept the memory of your parents throughout your stay with your sister, for seven years, because you believed in them and they believed in you. Your parents prayed for you and asked me to protect and guide you and you, yourself, prayed to me and asked me for the same thing. You never once asked me anything else, the Lord went on.

You knew the desires of my heart, Lord, I said.

All you wanted throughout your stay with your sister was to go back to your parents. During that period of time, you kept the pious values of your parents, prayed regularly, read the Bible, and continued to beg for my constant intervention in all your plights, the Lord said.

I know I did some of that. However, I went through a torment for seven years. I never liked staying with my sister even for a day. My heart was always in Alighidir, I replied in response.

You couldn’t adjust to the life with your sister because it was totally different from what you were made to believe while living with your parents in Alighidir. You were brought up with a prayerful parents and your sister and her husband were far from that, the Lord said.

I think I missed the constant Bible stories of my mother told me, I agreed with the Lord.

You resented living with your sister and her husband because they did not invoke my name in all their dealings. I didn’t impart that in your heart. That was your human reaction that you were entitles to, as a free and independent human being, the Lord explained.

I don’t think I resented them. I just didn’t feel at home in their midst. God was never an issue in my sister’s home. I just felt odd in the family for I prayed my hearts for everyday I stayed with them. I wouldn’t say I resented them but I certainly looked down upon them, I explained also.

What your parents inculcated into you was very deep in your heart. Your mother was good at brainwashing her children and to lead them in the path of God. She imparted the knowledge of God in your from the day you began to speak and understand. Your faith is still strong because you could not shed what was imprinted in your memory from the day you were born, the Lord confirmed.

I know that I maintained my faith while I lived with my parents but not after that, I agreed with the Lord to some extent.

You sure strayed with me for a while, the Lord also agreed.

I agree with you. However, I stopped going to church for many, many years. I once proclaimed myself as a Marxist and Communist and even thought of becoming a Moslem at a stage. Regardless of what I attempted to become, however, I never could deny the existence of God, I said.

You surely deviated far away, the Lord agreed.

I remember there was no church in Alighidir and saw church in Tesseney on Christmas and Easter only. However, my mother and father showed me that I don’t have to go to church to worship you, Lord, for they kept their absolute commitment to you by praying relentlessly in their home, I commended my parents.

I exist everywhere, the Lord agreed.

"And that is how I led my life throughout my existence. I