May 1, 2025

✨🕊️ I Offered the Truth for Free — But She Wanted It With a Bible Verse

I didn’t try to sell her anything.
No pitch. No fee. No strings. Just the truth.

I was sitting in the bagel shop when I overheard a couple—Paul and his wife—talking about Medicare. They were confused, trying to sort through plans and options. I was just a few inches away. After a moment, I leaned in and said politely:

“You know, I used to be an insurance agent for over 20 years. Medicare supplements were my specialty. Ninety-five percent of my clients were over 65, just like you two.”

I wasn’t trying to impress them. I was just offering help—professional, honest, and completely free.

I answered their questions. I gave them the real facts—based on decades of hands-on experience—and told them clearly:

“I’m not selling anything. I just want to help.”

They listened.
Well—he did.

But her? I read her spirit the moment she looked at me.
She didn’t believe a word. Not because it wasn’t true. But because it didn’t come from someone wearing the religious uniform she’s been conditioned to trust.

I didn’t quote scripture.
I didn’t hand her a church pamphlet.
I didn’t smile that carefully manufactured “church lady” smile.

Later, her husband Paul asked if I went to church.
I told him the truth:

“No, I’m very spiritual—but I don’t attend services.”

That’s when the offer came: Wednesday night church dinner, $5 for a plate, meet the pastor, “fellowship,” all the usual tricks.
The energy behind it?
Recruitment.

They weren’t feeding souls. They were feeding membership.

I’ve never spoken to her again. Paul and I still nod. That’s fine.
But I’ll never sit at their table—because I saw her clearly. She didn’t want truth. She wanted tribe-approved virtue. She wanted her truth filtered through hierarchy and control.

She didn’t reject me.
She rejected the frequency I walk in—Christ Consciousness 999.
The kind that doesn’t come wrapped in doctrine or sold from a pulpit.

If I had handed her a church business card and charged a commission, she would’ve bought whatever I told her.
But because I gave it for free—from love, from light, from experience—she didn’t trust it.

And that’s the world we’re living in.

She wanted a Bible verse.
I offered the truth.
She passed.

But I’ll keep offering it.
Because I didn’t come here to build churches.
I came here to break down walls.

Truth doesn’t need a verse.
And love doesn’t need permission.

— With love and truth,
Commander Kenny 999
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