I walked faith’s path—a teenage Christian, chapel piano in my hands, campfires in my heart, and peers eyeing me for ministry. Then something struck. Same-sex attraction drove me to counselling and prayer, chasing fixes that wouldn’t stick. I pursued marriage with Caroline—not out of romance, but a spiritual moment—another encounter I thought was God’s plan. It ended like Abraham at Isaac’s altar. The marriage never happened—church pastors stood against it. For ten years, I grappled a vow with staunch belief, waiting for clarity. In 2013, something broke open. City Harvest’s leaders froze as a “burning bush” moment unfolded before me. Unwittingly, they were caught in the crossfire—seven mysteries spilled out as they stood, saw, and witnessed with me. When the sixth revelation was released, we realised they mirrored the seals in Revelation’s prophetic scriptures. The seventh seal locked it in. That moment unraveled my faith and set me on a new journey—twelve years deep into Hebrew, Greek, and Apocryphal scriptures, Paul’s Damascus moment echoing in my bones. Faith cracked, but something rose within. I’m not here to burn it down—but there’s a truth every soul must see. If you’re willing, take the first step with me.