In Peace with God

From: Jesús Antonio Bermúdez Silva (jabs05@yahoo.co.uk)
Story type: Angel
Location: London
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Sep 28 09:37:30 2011

In November 2006, at the age of 49, I did not know myself. I was under the influence of the depressive phase of Bipolar-I. I had abandoned myself completely, was defecating on the streets, and had no hope no future.

I did not know whether I was a good person, or a bad person. I was very naive, I did not know who were my friends, my enemies. I did not know that there are different type of people, the pushy, the bullies, the selfish, the greedy and so on.

So I went to see an old client of mine, I had developed an excellent program which had sold over 1000 copies and run over 8 years. When he saw me he said this to me

God has not created a creature, so nice, so good natured and humble as you.

In those days, I wanted to end my life, I had these most terrible suiciedal thoughts, beign under the depressive phase of the illness. I left there and went to a pub and said to myself, I will not die.

After a while, I went to the university of where I worked before, the University of Westminster. My state was terrible, I truly looked like a vagrant.

A colleague offered me work, thinking that I was on holiday, he had no idea that I was ill in those days.

Then I worked under the effect of the illnes, this is act of massive courage. This was 5 months of ranging on the streets, and teaching. To my knowledge this is unique in the history of humanity. Once the illness began changing course as I began working, then I phoned a very reliable friend.

Sr. Jesús I have never seen anybody like you before, to me you are like a God, so humble, and now you have shown courage come back with your head high.

Then I remembered this. Prior to all of these I had set up a business under the name of two people I did not know, 80% for them, 20% for me. Someone who saw that, said to me, who do you think you are God?

I had these thoughts, and what will I do afterwards? I will go to the top of the mountain and let the vultures eat me.

Given that what has happened to me, was that I played the life of God, I understand that the vultures are humans.

Another thought, was I want no richness of this world. I understood that now. Why? Because what I was before had the virtues of this world. Humbleness being the greatest of virtues.

These are only bits and pieces of the story, but my life story is the closest story to providing refutable evidence to the existence of God.

At one point, many years ago, when in my 30s, I was with two people. One of them was doing research into genes. He mentioned that he felt there should be a creator, given that the probability for spontaneous life was small. My reaction to that was to ask this question. And did God create the emotions?

Basically for 49 years I have been an emotion, the emotion of the heart.

I have now resurrected and become a normal man.

I can back up this story with paper evidence.