Well, the only thing I remember I am good at is reading and remembering. I have read a couple thousand books, essays and works in my life. I also can write. I have written also a couple thousand pages in my life. And I know I have had several good speeches in my life.

Otherwise I used to have two left feet. I do not even hit a nail on the head. I confess I have failed being a right and usable craftsman. I need always help from others.

I was married and got divorced. I got two kids being adult now. Never I had a relationship again lasting longer than four years. I confess I have failed being a loving family person. This gives me not seldom a hard time.

Since I was 12 I literally knew I was part of God. It has never disappeared untill now. Despite having the almost constant awareness of the divine presence, I am also deep into doubts. I confess having failed being a stronghold of trust, faith and confidence.

I was never blessed with riches. All I had I lost in my divorce. My father is still today mad at me, because I lost my house I inherited from my mother. I confess that I have failed being a good housekeeper.

I always had aversions using prayer as begging thing. I also did never rituals or magical stuff to achive something. I hated using manipulation strategies and refused performing things promising super human powers. Karma thinking I gave no special meaning in my mind, and I also kept no special attention in improving my Chakras. I never made a big deal with ascension and energy fields and grids and channellings. I also do not understand much about sacred geometry rather than in mathematical ways and impressions, since I deeply love math. I confess I have failed in unfolding my spiritual potentiality, as many have told me. I confess I have failed understanding many things concerning dimensions and shifts. I confess after all, that I absolutely fail any criteria many advanced spiritual people have being necessary to enter the realm of ascension and blessings.

I confess also, that I`ll give a flying fuck on what others think of me. If there would ever come an entity to me telling me in what I`ve failed, I would ask him to go. And with the little proud I have I would rather die than live with such super advanced entities. For it would show me that this has nothing to do with love as I am able to understand, even with so little skills.

The NWO has nothing done differently. They also asked for special skills rather than for just BEING. And this I understand - I came into being, because I am loved, loved for BEING.

I confessed I have failed in countless things, but I find myself fitting in this world, strange but true.

And I also find it fitting to have a place among those who claim being advanced, whatever that means...