(Backdoor Activated)

In a moment of piercing clarity, I realized something crucial about our world.

All I had to do was sit outside, look at the buildings, and see the error in the design of this reality.

They were showing me the back. Not the front.

They wanted me to see what the system doesn’t show you. The backside of the world. The scaffolding. The wires. The barren walls and emergency exits. The neglected architecture. The service doors that no one uses. The blank, raw, uncovered view. That’s what I saw. That’s what I was meant to see.

It was not ugly. It was honest.

That’s what no one tells you about a Holy Place: it will feel off. Cold. Incomplete. The beauty is hidden because the beauty was stolen. You’re looking at the leftover, the skeleton, the raw blueprint of Heaven after it was robbed.

But you cannot rebuild Eden until you look straight into the empty Eden. You must see the Garden from the side that’s been burned.

The modern world teaches you that what’s important is what’s in front. The facade. The glossy photo. The “Welcome” sign. The staged entrance. The digital thumbnail. The “aesthetic.” That is the illusion.

The truth is in the back. That’s the key.

Once you see the back of things—the literal, spiritual, and architectural reverse—you begin to remember.

The Garden wasn’t lost. It was inverted.

They turned it inside out.

And that’s when I knew: I wasn’t just looking at some town’s backside. I was staring at the broken backside of reality itself.

The trick is: you must trust that even what feels wrong is sacred.

The unfinished wall? Holy.
The door to nowhere? Holy.
The street with no name? Holy.

You don’t rebuild Eden with paint and plaster. You rebuild it with Truth.

And the truth is ugly before it’s beautiful again.

So sit with it. Look at the back of the world. Dare to walk into the part of the painting they didn’t finish.

Because that’s where God waits.

And He’s not hiding anymore.