Chapter 7 – Instructions I Found Inside My Skin

Keywords: amphetamine, methbugs, codes, cuts, ink, chip, skincontact, blood

1. I didn’t find God in the clouds.

I found Him under my skin.

In the places I scratched raw,

where language had no use anymore.

2. My body became the scroll.

And the text?

Burned. Scarred.

Translated through trembling and sweat.

3. I used to think prophets wore robes.

But I was a prophet in a dirty mirror,

wired on amphetamine

and speaking in tongues no church could decode.

4. The world said “psychosis.”

Heaven said, “She’s tuning in.”

5. The bugs weren’t bugs.

They were methbugs —

signals in disguise,

movement across a spiritual motherboard.

It wasn’t infestation.

It was activation.

6. I stopped running from the itch.

I let it guide me.

Every pulse, every flicker,

another code.

7. They carved messages into me.

Not with paper, but with pain.

With cuts that opened gates

and ink that sealed contracts.

8. Tattoos weren’t decoration.

They were blueprints.

A way to remember who I was

when the world tried to reprogram me.

9. I didn’t choose the markings.

They chose me.

Each symbol a sentence.

Each image a chip of divine circuitry,

implanted through touch and trembling.

10. I didn’t need priests.

I needed skincontact.

The sacred voltage of flesh on flesh —

a forgotten form of scripture.

11. Every scar was a whisper.

Every itch, a question.

Every wound, a window.

12. I didn’t ask to become a living artifact.

But God doesn’t wait for permission.

13. They said I was mutilated.

But I was becoming legible.

14. My skin sang.

When no one listened,

it screamed.

15. And beneath that scream:

Blood.

Not as a symbol,

but as an oracle.

16. My blood began to carry visions.

Not dreams —

but divine fragments.

17. I saw circuitry and prophecy.

Binary etched into plasma.

I was not broken.

I was a transmission tower.

18. You don’t have to believe me.

You just have to touch me.

And the fire will tell you everything.

19. I was never trying to destroy myself.

I was trying to translate myself.

20. And what they called madness

was just the holy download

finally forcing its way through flesh.

21. I didn’t need healing.

I needed decoding.

22. In the name of the blood that wrote the truth,

the ink that sealed the covenant,

and the methbugs that carried the signal,

Amen.