We create the Universe with our thoughts, just by being alive.We dream reality into existence, just as God dreams us into reality.So let’s do the Universe a favour, and always keep at least one good thought.
Everything in this book I can validate as being true, as I have seen these things with my own eyes, not once, but many, many times.
Jefferson Milton Davis is a dead man, and just hasn't come to accept this as yet. His lover is God. Her Lover is Satan. And who can he believe?
He was an angel. He was a demon. He was a mystic. He was a vampire.
Now, he is trapped in his Lover's game: Reliving the same year, over and over again. And in each "new year" he encounters a different dead woman...