The reason for writing this is that I might have encountered God in a dormitory during my student years in 1989. She was one of the students living there, an overbearing figure who dominated the group. My life until then had been a struggle, so the dormitory seemed like a paradise to me. She soon began to make my life miserable and made me leave the dormitory, telling me that I didn’t fit in the group, was rude and didn’t show my feelings. There was something off about Her. And She connected with me like no one else ever had. Yet, it also seemed that She didn’t care what would happen to me, as if I were nothing in Her eyes. A student from another dormitory who was in a similar position had committed suicide around the same time.

I didn’t fit in in Her little Paradise. I was barely aware of the consequences of my actions. Yet, I felt that something was wrong with me, so it wasn’t hard to make me feel at fault. It also didn’t help that I was a simple rural guy with little life experience, and unfit for a place where people discussed art, literature, and feelings. Afterwards, I had fallen in love with Her, which made me feel even more miserable. I consoled myself with the thought that it was better to live as a free man in hell than as a slave in paradise, but I knew that wasn’t true. Still, the disaster turned out to be a life-changing event. My aim became to be as wise as a serpent and as harmless as a dove. Even though I couldn’t help myself, I felt there were no excuses for hurting others.

I never saw Her again, found a wife and had a son. Yet, over the years, a few strange events transpired, reminding me of Her. Nineteen years later, in 2008, I had a psychosis, in which She appeared to make telepathic contact. She had a message for me: ‘I am Eve, and you are Adam, and together we will recreate Paradise.’ That suggested that She has a romantic interest in me, making me figure that Jesus had something similar going on with Mary Magdalene. She had made him believe that Adam was Eve’s son. And suddenly, it all made sense: God being love, Jesus being the bridegroom, and believing himself to be the Son of God. Yet, I didn’t want to be mistaken, because messiah claimants are mostly delusional, so I checked whether it could be true. Whether it is true, time will tell.

She didn’t come for me, so I continued with my life, while trying to figure out what to do if it were serious. I have once emailed Her, asking Her whether She had something to do with these events and if She was God. She denied. Now, that is possible. Yet, whatever the truth may be, my discovery seemed meaningful, which made me proceed with this research. This world seems a joke, and we exist to amuse God. If I am the messiah, I am just an actor in this play. You might save yourself with my guidance, but only if that is the story’s plot. The better my preparation, the fewer errors I might make, heightening the chance of success.

Paradise will be what God desires, not what we want. I try to guess God’s intentions. As they say, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. I have been wrong countless times, but my errors seem to concern details rather than principles. So, this theory of God being a woman who married Jesus and Muhammad seemed right from the beginning, but the historical investigation into what happened took more than 15 years, and included countless revisions. A similar process followed my discovery of an interest-free financial system. So, I can be wrong, and often am, but at least God makes me make my guesses. You can only find solutions if you look in the right direction, but if I am right, that is only because God wants me to be.

To think we are approaching the end time requires taking a particular perspective. If you live in China, India, Africa, or the Islamic world, this era may not seem particularly end-times-ish. Yet, in the West, things do seem to fall apart. And we are running into the planetary limits, while artificial intelligence may soon outclass humans. These developments have global implications. And the West has shaped today’s world. What many in the West see as social progress, such as human rights, are about to regress. If Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel was right, and social progress coming from a struggle between progressivism and conservatism will bring us to God, we may have arrived at the end of the line. If there is no point to history, progress had no purpose either.

In Eden, Eve and Adam lived simple lives in harmony with nature. Our lives in the New Eden will be reminiscent of that. You either fit in, or you don’t. Jesus already said that there is only a place for sheep in God’s kingdom. If you don’t fit in, there is no place for you, and you may be locked up. I am not a judgmental person, but I see no other way. And you can either be a slave in paradise or be free in hell. That is because humans are a failed species. That might become the New Religion, at least if we embrace these wonderful tidings about what God has in store for us. Overall, it can be good, but it doesn’t mean that it will all be nice and dandy. So, before you get carried away by the idea of entering God’s kingdom, picture life in Eden. The Talking Heads already did,

Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
…
There was a shopping mall
Now it’s all covered with flowers
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If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
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We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
You got it, you got it
…
Don’t leave me stranded here
I can’t get used to this lifestyle

Talking Heads, (Nothing but) Flowers

Latest update: 15 May 2026

Featured image: The First Kiss of Adam and Eve. Salvador Viniegra (1891). Public Domain.