Its that time again to return to the place of sleep. For its there is where I prepare for tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow brings. I must say there was a time when Jesus asked me to be his messenger but I was going to die first, it would all happen in three weeks the preparation the first week the death the second week and released from hospital the third week. My friends said I was losing the plot and teased me the first week . Then I collapsed in the street and rushed to hospital with only hearing the rest was quite dead. A man said put him in the little room at the end and I will get the nurse to prepare him for any visitors that will want to say goodbye if we can find any accordingly and all stopped no hearing, nothing. I had died, the next thing I knew was a nurse coming in the room and she got the biggest fright of her life and ran reporting I was alive. Some time later they put me in a ward and I had recalled all that Jesus had told me before all this took place. and on the third week I was sent home with a bottle of vitamins the apologetic doctor gave me for he could not find anything wrong with me. Now I was officially Jesus messenger. Once a day after a few days home I wrote to you Jesus message. My friends were to nervous to raise the subject again and soon after he sent me to a place I live today in Australia. My landlady is a dear friend and a true believer. So God knew what he was doing when he sent me here. I have been here two years now and I weep with Joy each time I give you his message. So tomorrow is another day, Goodnight God bless I love you all.