Is God real? Or have we just made Him up?
Kai Meka believes that God is not a myth. More than that, he believes that he is God.
Not a god in a loose or metaphorical sense but the God. He states that he is 'the architect of this existence.' Kai believes that he is 'the creator of the numerous Gods that are worshipped in the many religions found in the world today.'
Could it be at all possible that his claim is true? It is up for you, the reader, to decide.
Join Kai as he recounts his first few years on the planet, starting at the age of three. Follow his unlikely and at times hilariously funny story, which is set against the background of southern Africa. Will he be able to complete his life's quest and prove his real identity to the world?
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About the Author
As a child, I was never sure if God existed or not. I mean, the idea of an all-powerful supernatural being had always seemed a little far-fetched, especially since no one had seen or heard of Him for hundreds of years. If God was real, why wasn't He fixing world hunger, or war - or even making me rich?
However, I could never completely rule out the existence of a Supreme Being either. To do that, I would need to discover definitive proof that the human race had in fact made up God. There was none. However, the scientific notion that universe was created after a Big Bang, seemed far-fetched in its own right. In the beginning there was Nothing and then it blew up? Come on.
But could I really argue with science? Science, who has given us electricity, computers and Facebook. Science that cures diseases, grows our food and lets us cross the globe in a few hours. No, I couldn't dismiss science - that would be stupid.
So I was torn - between God (who I couldn't rule out) and Science (which I wasn't able to ignore). In the end, I decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. I would secretly pray in bed every night (to a God that may or may not have existed) so that I could be sure I wouldn't incur His wrath when (or if) He decided to judge me.
Then one day, many years after my first prayer, something happened to me. I began to understand the world in a new light. I finally began to see clearly, to understand why I had been confused about the idea of God for the vast majority of my life. I began to remember who I was. It was me. I was God.
My book has been written as an autobiographical novel, set in Southern Africa. It covers my life from the ages of three to seven.
The book is autobiographical in that it contains actual events that happened to me. I can't stress this enough. I haven't made this up and, although I have written in a style to make it enjoyable to read (that's the novel part), I haven't fabricated the story for dramatic effect.
Of course I could be crazy. I am sure that many people will say that I am. However something tells me that if you have read this far, you won't be able to dismiss my claim so easily. I am God.