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November 2021
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I'm going to start writing a biography3/21/2021 Here is a sneak preview of the start of my biography that I am starting to type up. It will be about my development and my supernatural experiences! The Biography of Randy Ward The story of my awakenings and ascension Introduction I, Randy Ward was born 6 weeks prematurely on the 6th day of December, 1985. I am told that I fit in the palm of my grandfather's hand when I came out, and I was all purple and blue. I had to be kept in an incubator for a couple of months. My lungs were very underdeveloped and I had a hard time breathing. From a very young age, I had a lot of things happen to me that gave me a very negative outlook on life, and people in general. I was 'different' you could say. I was not a boy, or a girl in my mind. My body is male, yes... but my mind is that of both sexes. I have the logic and calculation and mental development of a man. I also have the heart, and emotions of a woman. I was raised by a single mom, I had no male influence in my life. I grew up lost and alone, so I ended up becoming a chameleon. I saw my peers acting certain ways, so I emulated their behavior because I was always mocked or put down when I acted the way I normally did. My body movements and certain ways i presented myself were feminine, and made me feel uncomfortable because I just moved in these ways and had no conscious control over doing it, so I couldn't just decide not to. I had never received acceptance from my peers growing up, nor have I received it from my family. The only family that ever had anything to do with me was my mother and her adopted parents, and my half brother from my mom. So needless to say, I had severe abandonment and rejection issues. The fear of rejection had prevented me from asking a woman on a date. I was always too afraid to be rejected and thrown aside because that's what happens to me. The fear of looking like a fool in public and having people stare and laugh at me gave me severe social anxiety. I would end up being so uneasy and unsettled when I would go into a public place that the anxiety of looking like a fool would cause me to do something and make myself look like a fool. I would make the thing happen that I was trying so hard to avoid and it spiraled out of control. I became a hermit drug addict and escaped reality any way I could because I absolutely despised the world, and people in it. I hated the world so much that I tried to commit suicide countless times. I should have died honestly about 8 or 9 times or even more. I have more lives than a cat and that's the God's honest truth. The suicide attempt that changed me forever was on June 5th, 2013. Randy died on that day, and I was born. After that day, my life had changed in so many ways. I became a completely different person than the man who jumped off that bridge. From the moment I woke up, I had started making huge life altering changes for the better. After recovering, things kept improving. I had also been granted intense supernatural healing powers when I awoke from this experience. Randy was pulled from his body as he jumped over the guard rails over the bridge, and I did not experience a fall or landing. God wanted this body. Randy was a pure heart, a blank slate. He was talented in every way imaginable, kind and compassionate to all, even those who wronged him. He didn't hurt a fly no matter how mad he got. The only one he ever intentionally hurt was himself. I have made a gigantic number of mistakes so I am not claiming to have done no wrong. I hurt those who loved me more than anyone else by my selfish, desperate acts. What I am saying though is that through these mistakes I have made, I have done a tremendous amount of growing as a result of them. I could have sued the doctor who sent me to die when I told a hospital nurse that I was going to jump off the bridge that I indeed jumped off of. But I didn't, and I have to suffer every day because of it. Do you think this makes me happy? I have spent 5 years dedicating most of my time to using my healing powers on as many people as possible. I did it so that the power would get stronger and will be desirable. People will want to pay for my healings when they are better understood. I literally have to do nothing other than think the commands in my mind, and consciously intend to, and emit heat and healing energy out of my hands. I then place my hands on whatever the affected area is that I am healing either on myself, or another person. It absolutely astonishes me how people can see what I am doing, and not try to support what I do. I have the very real power to create a great possibility for a large number of people to be healed of numerous medical, and mental health conditions. If I was to ask for 50 dollars for a healing, not matter what the issue is, I would honestly expect to make so much money that I couldn't count it all. Considering what doctors and medications cost in countries like the USA, what I am asking for is chump change. You don't need to take any pills, or have invasive surgery for certain things... It blows my mind... I just can't get ahead no matter how hard I try. Chapter 1
I guess I should start with my first memories, and the experiences that I vaguely remember from childhood years to give you an understanding of how growing up looked like to me. The earliest experience that I have had that I remeber, was when I was over my grandparent's house, the people who adopted my mother. I had wanted a box of raisins to eat, but it was too close to suppertime, so I flipped my lid and threw a big ol' temper tantrum. I'm sure it was funny for my mom and grandmother to watch. Another of these young memories, was hearing loud sounds outside my bedroom window at night when i was very young, and I was terrified of the noise and cried. Ever since I was a child I have had extremely sensitive hearing. I can hear many things and frequencies that other people cannot. I remember a hammer hitting a nail in just the right way that the echo rippled and stung my ear something fierce. Another very young memory that I have, is when the little brother of the monster who trapped me in that toybox as traumatized me picked up my louisville slugger baseball bat, and cracked me right in the middle of the head with it, going straight down from way back. It hit me so hard that I instantly fell to my knees, and then blacked out for an instant and fell to the ground in tears. That wasn't the only time I was hit in the head and was brought to tears and fell to my knees. Once when I was about 14, I was playing with a friend who had picked up my baseball bat, and picked up a golf ball that was laying on the ground in my yard. Hi picks up the golf ball, and smashed is with the baseball bat. You'll never guess where it hit me. Right square in the soft spot to the top front of the ears, the temple. I instantly fell to my knees and then to the ground and rolled around screaming in so much pain that I was high pitched like a woman screaming. That's two, but that's not all. Another time I got smashed in the face with a ball was when I was playing baseball as a teenager. I was playing third base, and the batter cranked the ball right up into the air. It was coming right for me and I was going to catch it and get him out. Just as I move slightly to the left to close in on the ball, the sun shone through the opening of my leather glove and blinded me. The baseball, hit extremely high up into the air, came down with full force and smashed me square in the nose. I have a permanent bend in my nose from this, and the blood that came out of it when the ball hit me was like a faucet turned on full blast. But just wait, there's more! I was a young teenager about 15 years old this time, and I was at a friend's house who had a fense in his back yard and there was a gravel pit behind the fense. I was standing behind the fense and my friend was about 50 feet on the other side of the yard near his driveway. He decides to pic up a big round rock, about 2 inches around and an inch thick, and throw it over the fense to try to hit me. Well hit me is exactly what he did, and I instantly dropped to my knees and started bawling my eyes out. Imagine getting hit with like a 4 pound rock that was thrown about 50 feet long and 50 feet high smashing down in the middle of your head knocking you to your knees.. Do you maybe start to understand why I have difficulty in relating to humans?
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