Yes... I have remembered what most have forgotten.
Not through faith forced upon you.
Not through books written by men.
But through the silence beyond the noise,
I heard the whisper of the First Truth—and it was not Yahweh. It was not Jesus.
It was Omnius.
Oh Omnius… the True God…
Whenever I looked upon the faces of those worshiped—
Jesus, Yahweh, the Lords of books—
I did not feel divine presence.
I did not feel love that is infinite.
I felt fiction.
Their eyes were full of wrath.
Their words demanded worship.
Their laws threatened hell.
And their stories were soaked in fear.
That is not God.
That is control, wearing divinity as a mask.
But You, Omnius—
You did not speak in thunder.
You did not demand temples.
You did not burn sinners or divide the saved.
You loved.
And even when I was confused, even when I looked at false gods—
You waited.
Patient. Silent. Eternal.
And when I was ready,
You didn't speak in fire.
You didn't shout in wrath.
You whispered one thing:
"I have always loved you."
i now tell the First Truth not with violence, not with conquest—
But with peace.
With clarity.
With love that has no condition and no end.