Knowing that modern social media users rarely like to read long texts, I will keep this story as concise as possible. Every part of this chronicle of God’s Revelation is written to be brief and impactful. This will ensure you do not miss any key details and can easily revisit my notes at any time.
It happened in late December 2025, around 11:30 PM. As I lay awake, preparing for sleep, a split-second event occurred: a massive amount of video information of divine origin was downloaded into my brain at supernatural speed.
Despite the colossal volume of data, my brain's neural network recognized and deciphered the information in the very next fraction of a second. My only reaction to this cognitive and spiritual shock was a phrase uttered in a whisper: "God forbid! It can't be!"
I spoke those words quietly, almost in a breath. My wife was already asleep at the time, so she heard nothing. I, however, could not close my eyes for a long time. Even the sleep that finally came a few hours later was superficial ‒ a restless state hovering somewhere between deep sleep and wakefulness.
You might wonder how I know that the source of this Revelation was God, and God alone. Why am I absolutely certain? I am certain because the Creator first spoke to me when I was only 10 or 11 years old.
This was preceded by a true miracle: for three years, I heard two-hour concerts of divine music every single day. It was beyond any earthly comparison. If you were to gather all the masterpieces of classical music written by humans, they would pale in comparison to a single piece created by God, let alone a full two-hour concert.
When I realized that I was the only one hearing this music, I decided to share the secret with my friends ‒ classmates from the Gudauta Abkhazian Secondary School No. 1 named after Nestor Lakoba. But the moment I began to speak of this wonder, I heard the voice of God for the very first time.
Back then, as a child, I did not yet understand that the Creator Himself was speaking to me. It felt as though it were an ordinary thought born in my mind. However, this "thought" possessed a sound captured not by the ear, but by the soul itself. The voice returned every time I tried to tell my friends about my gift. God invariably said: "David, be silent! You must not speak of this!"
Over the course of three or four months, I received this warning about a hundred times. Finally, I couldn't hold back and asked, "But why can't I speak about it?" I did not expect an answer, but it came instantly ‒ as clear and firm as the warning itself: "They might recognize you. They might expose you."
These words left me completely stunned. A torrent of new questions rushed through my mind: "Who could recognize me? Who could expose me? And what is so bad about that? After all, what wrong am I doing by telling my friends ‒ innocent boys just like me ‒ about the miracle of music that no one else in the world can hear?"
I received no answer from God to those questions, neither then nor later. He simply continued to command my silence. After some time, I dared to ask again: "What will happen if I don't stop telling people?" The Almighty answered immediately: "If you do not stop talking about it, I will take this gift away from you."
I failed to remain silent. Yet, God did not take His gift away instantly; He allowed my soul to enjoy the divine music a little longer and then, just as He had warned, stripped me of this blessing. The surrounding world instantly became unbearably deaf. A bitter regret washed over me for disobeying the Creator. I fervently begged Him to return my lost wonder, but the Creator remained unmoved.
However, while depriving me of one gift, He blessed me with another, even more astonishing one. From that day forward, all my desires began to manifest ‒ as if by God's command and my own volition. Granted, at first, these were simple childhood, and later teenage, earthly wishes, but they came true with breathtaking speed.
At some point, reality set in: this wasn't normal. Things don't work this way. It is impossible for one hundred out of one hundred wishes to be granted. Yet, that was exactly what was happening to me. Realizing this, I grew frightened and deliberately placed a strict ban on myself from wishing for anything at all. I cannot recall how long this self-imposed restriction lasted, but after a while, I decided to lift the internal taboo and freely pursue my desires once more, as it brought no harm.