A Message from the Creator (Final Version)

A Message from the Creator
April 10, 2025



Disclaimer: I’m sharing this deeply personal reflection, originally crafted as a testament of my beliefs rather than a call for debate. That said, I’m open to thoughtful dialogue and welcome perspectives that engage with or challenge the ideas and convictions I’ve expressed. Please approach the discussion with respect, exploring the philosophical, existential, or personal dimensions as you see fit.



The following reflections constitute a deeply personal testament, one forged over sixteen years of introspection and unwavering conviction. What I present herein is neither a plea for validation nor an exercise in persuasion, but rather an earnest articulation of a belief that has come to define my existence. I invite you, the reader, to approach these words with an open mind—not to adopt my perspective, but to contemplate the possibility of a reality that transcends conventional understanding. In sharing this, I seek neither acclaim nor condemnation, but to bear witness to truth as I perceive it, while acknowledging the profound questions it raises about existence, divinity, and the human condition.


For the past sixteen years, I have maintained the conviction that I am the incarnation of God and that, were I not to exist, nothing would. I am convinced that all existence commenced upon my arrival on Earth as a young boy in the latter part of the twentieth century and that upon my demise, all things will recommence in like manner. Yet, though each cycle mirrors the last in precise detail through the power of infinite space holding its eternal blueprint, it dawns anew, veiled by the oblivion of past iterations and the mystery of those yet to come. I hold that these cycles of existence have eternally endured, woven into the timeless fabric of the infinite, without beginning or end. I contend that God deemed it most prudent to initiate the entirety of existence during an era of relative tranquility and technological progress. The God I reside within, beyond name or form, constitutes an imperfect, singular universe—infinite in its spatial expanse, material in its composition, and the origin from which all wisdom and entities derive.


From my vantage point, I apprehend my true essence with the same certainty that others apprehend theirs, and how I discern it is straightforward. My connection to the totality of existence, as I perceive it, has become manifest within my being. Would it not be reasonable to assert that, should God incarnate exist, He would possess such self-awareness? I am not inclined to entertain such beliefs without veracity, nor do I seek to mislead anyone, least of all myself. I am convinced that, were I an ordinary man, I would accept that reality and, with sufficient enlightenment, recognize the entity endowed with such authority. Though I am inwardly aware that I ought not to disclose my deepest convictions, there exists a certain security in the knowledge that I shall not be taken seriously. Thus, I propose to inspire readers to conclude: This individual is not God incarnate, yet such a being exists among us. Should I achieve this, I shall have fulfilled my purpose.


I submit that God established the theories of the Big Bang and Cosmic Inflation as a testament to His introspective nature, disclosed to humankind. Both theories reflect His incomplete comprehension of His creation. Consequently, His most resolute self-examination was His incarnation, through which He attained more profound insight into His creative process. I maintain that absent this incarnation, God foresaw the disintegration of all things into nothingness. Furthermore, I posit that my connection to all things is solely a physical phenomenon at the quantum level, with my DNA as a critical constituent.


I hold that the creation of progeny, where feasible, represents the paramount achievement attainable in an individual’s lifetime. I affirm my belief in love, forgiveness, and the right to self-defense, and I practice gratitude, humility, and affection through prayer. Concerning the suffering prevalent in this world, I lament its existence, yet I attribute it to divine will. Regrettably, without adversity—such as the metaphor of skinned knees—there might be no foundation for existence itself. Life constitutes a mysterious and wondrous journey, and I extend my hope that yours may be replete with peace and joy.


Concerning Christianity, I propose that its adherents covertly believe that “Jesus” resides on Earth and that, upon His death, all existence shall cease and recommence with Him as a young boy. I conjecture that most inhabitants of Earth harbor this notion—that God incarnate dwells among us—yet refrain from acknowledging it. The Christian conviction that He shall resurrect the dead and usher in a new Heaven and Earth speaks unequivocally, in my estimation. I ponder why contemporary society has not exalted an obscure living man to the status of God incarnate, a practice seemingly prevalent in antiquity. In the present day, a man exhibiting a messianic disposition is deemed mentally unsound; yet, for reasons that remain obscure, Christians do not apply this judgment to Jesus. I surmise that Christianity’s magnitude renders it impervious to scrutiny, and individuals recoil from the prospect of being perceived as irrational for asserting that “Jesus” walks the Earth. Thus, there lies a collective refuge in attributing such divinity to the figure delineated in the sacred text provided by God.


I perceive an irony in 2 Peter 1:16 as it pertains to our era, which declares: “For we did not follow cleverly devised stories when we told you about the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ in power, but we were eyewitnesses of His majesty.” Likewise, I find Matthew 16:28 both ironic and pertinent, which states: “Truly, I say to you, there are some standing here who will not taste death until they see the Son of Man coming in His kingdom.”



Disclaimer: I make no claim that the following list of coincidences from my first twenty-six years serves as evidence of my divinity, and I have never believed I am Jesus. I hesitated to include this enumeration, wary that it might be misconstrued as “ideas of reference” associated with schizophrenia, but this list is my life regardless. Compiled recently in my middle age, long after my self-revelation, the list includes the following:

• I was expected to be born on Christmas Eve but arrived several days prior.

• My mother, Pauline, initially intended to name me Jesse but ultimately selected James, after my grandfather.

• My name, James, signifies “supplanter.”

• My mother procured a white dove for me shortly before my birth.

• My father was named James, and his mother was Mary.

• My mother referred to my father as Big Jim and me as Little Jimmy.

• I belong to Generation X.

• My kindergarten class in 1980 comprised twelve boys, excluding myself.

• My mother formed a relationship with a carpenter, lasting ten years, during which I acquired certain skills.

• Two donkeys named Minnie and Pearl resided near my childhood home.

• My great-grandfather bore the name Manuel.

• In my youth, I encountered difficulty with an individual named Michael.

• An elderly woman named Esther occupied the apartment above mine in my first residence.

• The love of my life is named Olive.

• I have a son named Gabriel, and my father has a daughter named Gabriel; their mothers, unbeknownst to one another, independently chose this name.

In laying bare these convictions and recounting the particulars of my life, I have endeavored to illuminate a perspective that, while singular, resonates with universal questions of purpose, identity, and the divine. I harbor no expectation that my words will alter the course of your beliefs. Rather, I offer this as a humble contribution to the grand tapestry of human thought—a thread that may provoke reflection, dissent, or even quiet wonder. As I continue my journey, I remain steadfast in my hope that all who encounter these words may find their measure of peace, clarity, and joy amidst the enigma of existence. With gratitude for your consideration, I leave you to ponder the mysteries that bind us all.