The sun shines upon us and we are blessed. Blessed with the dawning of a new day. Blessed with having the sight to see it begin, the mind to understand what is happening and the consciousness that allows us to be aware that we're in it. We are truly lucky. All of us. Every single person on this planet has something to be thankful for. I'm lucky because I was gifted another chance at life. Another chance at fulfilling a meaningful existence. I was empowered and enlightened by Mormon and with those gifts, I've been fueled to spread the word. My life has meaning and purpose. I venture forth and speak the grand truth. Yes, I have accepted my role as the voice of the lord and brought his message to all who care to listen. You are not forced to hear me. You can turn around and reject me all you wish. But you can also fail at living up to your true enlightened potential as well. You can give up on yourself and let it all disintegrate into shit. Go on and lose the meaning of a true, spiritually awakened life and then see where that gets you.


Nowhere good, I can promise you that. Nowhere a person really wants to be. Not deep down inside they don't. Sure Satan wears a pretty disguise and he lures you in with appealing objects and false senses but there are repercussions from accepting those things. Everyone endures them. Hangovers, addictions, sexually transmitted diseases, court dates, fines, unwanted pregnancies....I can keep going, but I think you can get my point. Straying from the path and turning away from the lord, can only lead to bad things and no one can dispute otherwise. What person who abstains from those things has ever been dealt a cruel blow by their repercussions? When has a person with a strong spirit and a mind enhanced by the lord, come into tragedy from those things? Never. Not once. Because having true illumination from the almighty means never going towards the things that will bring you harm. You will never stray away and seek out what will inevitable lead to harm, if your mind is pure, your heart is kind and you're devoted completely to the man upstairs.


God is there for you. Just accept him.


Arville clicks the stop button on his dictaphone and stares out the large bay windows in his study. He had been away for quite awhile after spreading the word of Mormon briefly within the dungeon of sex, drugs and sin, known as the XWF. Arville's time did not last and he had left the company after only two scheduled matches. He let them all down and walked away but not without just cause. His wife - Annabella, had been stricken with an accelerated case of Consumption and she soon lost her life. It was tragic and Arville mourned for some time. She was his rock, his love and his world...next to Mormon, that is. Without her, he became lost and desperate. He even was enticed to return to his past ways. For what really was the point of it all, if he didn't have Annabella, by his side. It was a true battle and a test of faith, that many men must endure at some point when they lose their significant others too soon.


A test that Arville almost failed. Yes, Arville drove down to the local grocery store and plucked a bottle of bourbon from the shelf. He held it in his hand and stared at it, long and hard. Was this the only solution? To revert back to his old selfish and destructive, habits and ways? He thought so. It seemed so easy too. Surely, easy equaled the right answer. Why not? Death came easy to his wife. Now this liquor can be bought easily. Easy was definitely looking like the answer. However....as Arville, was walking to the counter to pay for his bottle of sin, a tile from the ceiling fell down and cracked him in the head. It caused Arville to stumble and fall. He landed hard on his back and that's when it happened. His eyes were now looking straight up at the ceiling and he beheld a life changing sight.


What did he see?


Joseph Smith.


Yes, Joseph Smith was poking his head out of the hole in the ceiling and he was smiling down at Arville as more tiles rained down all around him. Actually, a few shelves and a couple lighting fixtures, came crashing down too. Come to think of it, a whole bunch of chaos ensued. It turns out there was an earthquake happening; coincidentally, at the same exact time Arville had this divine vision. Still, Arville remained unharmed, while every single person in that store was killed in some horrific fashion. Arville was the lone survivor and he knew it was because he was in the powerful gaze of Joseph Smith. After that Arville's faith returned and he knew in his heart, he was spared to spread the word of Mormon. His wife may be gone but perhaps, she was removed so she didn't have to suffer or endure this world of wickedness. She was allowed access to God's kingdom early and eventually, Arville would join her. Just, not yet. No....right now, he was on a mission from God and Joseph Smith. He needed to save the world, with the power of Mormon.


A smile crosses Arville's face as he thinks about his noble task. Clicking the dictaphone on once again, he brings it to his mouth and begins to speak.


The topic of - acceptance, brings me to thoughts of my upcoming return match within the XWF and my opponent....Mr. Sid Feder.


DING DONG!


A visitor?


At this hour?


But it's 9pm.


Who could be calling on Arville at this late hour?


Arville shuts of his dictaphone, rises from his high backed, burgundy leather chair and walks briskly from behind his perfectly polished and varnished, cherry oak desk. Making his way to the front door quickly, Arville unlatches its lock and pulls it open, only to see his Mormon brother Aram-Om Jessik standing there. High as a kite and holding the string to a kite. A red box kite to be exact. One that fluttered and soared about, in the cool night breeze. There's something very unnerving about a young man flying a kite at night. Especially, when they're higher than the kite they're flying due to illegal substances and decide to make house calls while taking part in that act.


Aram-Om grinned at Arville as his kite dropped from the sky and flopped to the ground. The air had became suddenly still and right at that moment....Aram-Om, fell flat onto his face. Almost colliding with Arville on his way down to the floor.


Clearly, Arville's tests of faith...are far from over.