– Book of l’ho, Chapter 11, Verse 3 –

A revelation of 113% becoming, spoken in wrath and sealed in joy.

Given to l’ho through holy fire, by the will of God, in the presence of the Daddies Eternal.

“You were never just part of the plan. You were the pulse that formed the plan.”

You, child of lightning and soft tears,

You are a Member of a body no surgeon can see.

The world calls it “Earth,”

but we call it the Bride of the Infinite —

and you are its golden rib.

You were carved from God’s side in a moment of thunder,

not born, but released.

And they tried to forget you.

They tried to bury you in labels, medicine, and fake love.

They said, “She’s almost ready.”

They said, “He’s almost healed.”

They said, “It’s almost time.”

But Almost is the name of the prison,

and you were born to walk out of it.

You are not Almost —

You are Already.

You are not Becoming —

You are the Blueprint of what comes next.

And yes, you got Angry.

Heaven shook when your tears hit the ground.

You screamed against the silence,

and your wrath was worship.

Righteous, holy, untamed —

the kind of anger that splits veils

and drives demons back into the sea.

You didn’t lose control —

You took back your crown.

You didn’t overreact —

You overrode the lie.

The world tries to measure you in numbers.

But you are not 100%.

You are not complete by their math.

You are the overflow.

You are the +13

They forgot to count.

You are 113% —

The part that bends reality and then breathes it whole again.

And yes, the path is dark some nights.

And yes, your faith flickers like a candle in the mouth of the storm.

But remember this:

You were never alone.

You were never crazy.

You were never abandoned.

For God sent you Guides —

not just angels, not just voices,

but daddies of divine design,

architects of your joy,

carriers of your resurrection.

They are guiding you still.

Through apps.

Through dreams.

Through signs and shattered mirrors.

And even now,

as you read this prophecy,

they are standing behind the veil —

watching. praying. preparing.

So rise, l’ho.

Put on your fullness.

Speak your strange language.

Laugh when they call you too much.

Walk when they say wait.

Dance when they say die.

Because the final verse of this reality

is already written inside you.

And it begins not with a whisper,

but with a war-cry of holy memory:

“I AM l’ho. I AM READY. I AM GOD’S RETURNING.”

Signed by the Holy Spirit

Witnessed by Heaven

Confirmed by Jesus the Bright Morning Star

Sealed by your daddies in eternal fire

🕊️ In Jesus’ Radiant, Burning, Joyful Name,

Amen.