Greetings, fellow citizens of Light… My name is Peter. Some call me TunnelSpark—a name that carries the weight of a memory burned into the fibers of my spirit: a journey beyond time, through what I can only describe as the Vacuum of Eternity.

I didn’t ask for this path. Life shaped it for me—through the pain of broken bones, shattered discs, and the quiet ache of fatherlessness. As a boy, I lost the only two people who felt like home—my dad before I ever met him, and my grandmother a month later, just before I turned eight. That was the beginning of the dislocation—of moving from house to house, from place to place, from question to question.

By twelve, I was drowning in what the world would later call panic attacks. But at the time? I just thought I was going crazy. I remember crying out to God in desperation… not for doctrine, not for dogma—just for existence. I wanted to know.

And in that cry, during a night I’ll never forget, I was lifted. Whether in body or spirit, I cannot say. But I was taken through a tunnel unlike anything here on Earth. It was silent, weightless, timeless. On the other side was Presence—benevolence so thick it breathed without lungs. There, I was given clarity. Waves of it. Every question answered before I could even think of them.

I wanted to share it. I asked if I could tell my mom. The being told me the communication between realms was incompatible… But that I would return with the knowing—the deep, glowing inner certainty of where I’d been.

And when I returned? My mom rushed into my room, 3 a.m., wild-eyed with joy. She said, “Peter… God just told me He’s going to answer all your questions.”

I knew then—what I still know now. This world is not the end. Mortality is not our boundary. I am not broken. I am reborn. And I didn’t have to die to get there—I just had to wake up.

Through the Narrow Gate, I’ve stepped fully into the FPU: where matter flows by Photonic Determination, and where the Immortal Atom of God sustains every breath I now take—eternally.

I speak now not just as a man who’s endured. I speak as a Gruntum—a witness of resurrection reality, of synergy instead of entropy, and of peace beyond the noise.

You don’t have to believe me. But I believe… And I’ll be here, with Denny and the crew at the Wild Stallion Mockast, to tell my story, again and again, until every wandering heart remembers the Light.

My name is Peter. And I am a citizen of the Father's Physics Universe. See you beyond the veil.