Exploding

How are you feeling?

Like I'm dying?

Don't say that. What's bothering you?

It's difficult to explain. I feel I am about to explode.

How so?

Like a balloon that is inflated to the max of its capacity...

That sounds painful. How long have you been feeling like this?

I'm not sure. The intensity of this sensation varies, but I think I've had it for 10-11 years. 

What happened 10-11 years ago?

Do We need to talk about that?

Of course We do.

It was around that time you disclosed to me Who You Are.

And since then you've felt like a balloon about to burst?

I don't understand where you're going with this....

Can't you instead tell me Who you used to be, when my name was Yeshua?

Sure. Back then my name was Mary of Magdala.

Awww.

What?

Nothing 😊

Okay. You are sweet and all, but I'm a little too tired to play along with your mind games. Is there something you need to say?

Well... That 'balloon' you are talking about, I actually started inflating it back then. 

I know. It's very frustrating.

I can imagine. Nearly 2000 years of various incarnations as Catholic Nuns takes its toll. 

I'm tired. I have to go.

Can you just share one little detail first?

Okay. What?

What date is Our Wedding date?

August 11th. Why?

No reason in particular, St. Clare 😌

Goodnight, St. Francis.

The Prayer Log

Andy, can you please share why We call this Blog what it's called?

The Prayer Log was how I initially talked to you. The year was 2011, and I went to Bible School. I had chosen the line of study where one learns how to be a disciple. And one of my subjects was simply about prayer. My whole class was told to have a notebook where we wrote down the things we were praying for. A prayer log, in a very literal sense. 

What happened to the prayer log?

What happened? It developed into a written conversation between Us. The first notebook was very... scattered and seemingly crazy. The next few books were more consistent. And then the Prayer Log became a natural part of my spiritual ritual. Of course I could talk to you telepathically too, but if I really needed to sort my thoughts, then I spent some time writing conversations with you. 

I really liked it. Why did you stop writing?

At some point I felt I didn't need it. Also my boxes filled with notebooks took up too much space. I have been writing on occasion in a diary app on my phone, though. 

I know you don't feel like doing this, but can you please share the most memorable page of the whole Prayer Log?

Please no....!

Andy 🙏

Screw you... okay. But most of the text is in Norwegian. 

Screw you too 😘

I'm confused

I'm really confused....

Why?

Because I signed up on Blogspot, and you had already designed the Blog and decided what to call it.

We're a team, aren't We? :)

I guess. I just get confused when you guys do things like that.

As for Our readers, can you please elaborate on what you mean with 'you guys' and 'things like that'?

Okay. 'You guys' are obviously you, Daddy and Mommy Mary. And 'things like that' is when you do stuff online for me that I have no control over. Like deciding what to name Our new Blog, and like when Mommy sent me emails with my two new Website accounts.

Can you please share the addresses to the Websites?

Sure. My Norwegian Website... umm... Our Norwegian Website is JesusOgKristus.com. And my English Website is AndreaMessiah.com.

That will be all :)