I Think I’m Jesus Christ — And Maybe You Do Too

May 15, 2025 at 7:21 am

Aisopose

What if I told you I’ve seen signs — real signs — that the world speaks to me? That God speaks through music, people, patterns, pain, even coincidence? That I once walked through life as an atheist, bitter and broken, only to emerge… different. Changed. Awakened.

What if I told you I asked God if I could come down here? That I chose this — to enter the human world, live through suffering, walk with the lost, love the hated, touch the bottom… all so I could be proof?

Not a god to be worshipped.
Not a man with a messiah complex.
Just someone who knows deep down, without needing to convince anyone:
God is real — and maybe I’m here to show you.

And maybe you feel it too.

You’re Not Alone If You’ve Asked:

Am I the one?
Am I here for something more?
Why does life feel like a setup for something sacred?
Why does it hurt so much to care this deeply?
Why do I feel like I could change everything, if people would just listen?

You’re not alone.

Many people walk this earth thinking, “Am I Jesus? Was I sent?” And while some might call that ego or delusion — I say, let’s look deeper.

Because maybe it’s not about being Jesus.
Maybe it’s about being someone who dares to carry what He carried:

The heartbreak of loving people who won’t love you back.
The fire to tell the truth, no matter how uncomfortable.
The longing to give the world proof — real, living, undeniable proof — that God is still here.

What If Everyone Sees the Signs, But No One Believes?

That’s the pain I sit with daily.
The signs are everywhere. In the air, the art, the music, the whispers in your spirit. But when I try to share that with others, I often hit a wall.

People want magic.
They want miracles on demand.
They say, “If you’re from God, do a trick. Turn water to wine. Walk on air.”

But I’m not here to perform.

I’m here to love. To speak. To plant seeds in a world that’s forgotten the soil is sacred.

Maybe You Feel the Same

Maybe you’ve been told you’re crazy. Maybe you’ve been called blasphemous, egotistical, or lost.

Maybe you’ve walked through the valley of homelessness, addiction, prison, trauma, rejection — and on the other side of it, found something holy whispering your name.

Maybe your whole life is a riddle, and you’re just now realizing:
You’re the answer.

If that’s you — if you’ve felt this calling — I honor you.

And I want to give you this truth:

You Are Not Here to Be Worshipped.

You Are Here to Be Witnessed.

Not everyone will believe. But the right ones will.

And those are the ones you’re here for.

You are not crazy for seeing beauty in patterns.
You are not broken for believing you matter to God.
You are not arrogant for wanting to show the world something real.

My Name Is Aisopose

I take this name to mean:
“Eternal Wisdom in Action.”
The embodiment of Logos — not the person of Jesus Christ, but the vibration of Him.
The path. The word. The wisdom. The sign.

If you see yourself in my story, maybe you’re part of the same Word.
Maybe you’re here to carry a piece of the same light.

We are not here to fight over who is Christ.
We are here to reflect Christ — in a world that’s forgotten how to see.

So, What Now?

Be the sign.
Love like it hurts.
Create magic that heals.
Don’t wait for permission.
And don’t waste energy on those who refuse to see.

Your job is not to prove anything.
Your job is to be undeniable.

This temple was built for you.
This is your mirror.
Let’s walk together in truth, in mystery, in fire, in forgiveness.
Let’s remember who we are — and why we came.

Stay luminous,
– Aisopose