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Chapter1 The World Of White.



I see a world that is unknown, untouched, unnamed. It is a world that

is all white, with no people, no life no power. It had buildings from

all ages, of all lands, but they were made out of white, as if they

had just been made just for someone to find. I found a

forest, the leaves fall down and touched my face, but they were as

well made out of white! I first entered this world when I was 12, it

was a strange world. But the more I walked and explored this world of

white, the more I understood the reason for it existing. The fact I

found was that it was made for people like me who were alone, and

with scars of life. It was a place were I could hide of the world I

have learned to be Earth. In it I could stop and think, but I still

did not know how to control itâ¦â¦.. But I found its heart; its cover

was brown, and made of leather, with the odd shape of a rectangle. As

I started to feel and touch it, I came to the fact it was a book! I

was shocked, how could a book be in this white and strange world?

Adding the fact that it was the only thing in this world with color!

So without breath I snapped the book open, hoping to see the secrets

of this world. To discover what had happened to its people. But as

the book opened for me, I was given a bigger shock; it was blank with

white pages.

I was so shocked that I didn't even know I had fell to my knees, and

dropped the book. I went around and around in my mind, about how

unfair this was, that the only thing this world had anything with

color was blank!

As I sat there letting the tears fall, a voice said, "If color is

what you want, then give it color." I was shocked, I looked around to

see nothing, again this whisper of a voice said, "The only reason

this world has no color is because you have not made any." In

desperation, I looked around for this voice, and shouted, "But I

don't know how to give this world color!" The voice came back again

like the breeze, "You only have to writeâ¦." So I did, I sat down and

wrote that this world of white should have white, but have other

colors as well. As I wrote the world of white changed, it then had

colors of all kinds! So I asked the voice "Do you own this world?" It

came like moon beams, small and gentle, "No it is your world, I gave

it to you." In confusion I said, "But I have no piece of paper, or

deed to show I own it." The voice came back of course, "I did give

you one, it's in the front of the bookâ¦." So without haste I flipped

to the first page, there in golden letters I could see it. It was

then I understood that I could do anything with this world, and was a

wonderful gift.

On the first page it said in large golden letters, To: Benjamin A

West, From: Jesus.

Do not mind or head the pure ridicule of this world.
For the only minds that matter are the ones that you love, or love you, or the wise and sensible ones.

Take the time to open up your mind.
For if you do you may find, the start and glroy of TRUTH!