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Divine Spark Rising
The phrase rippled outward.
By 19:12, four people spoke it in that town.
By 19:18, three thousand across Portugal.
By 19:24, hundreds of thousands—Lisbon, Porto,
Coimbra, Faro, and villages in between.
It wasn’t just a phrase.
It was recognition.
On the Cristo Rei broadcast tower, Henry and
Carolina watched the data spike.
Carolina read names off the incoming feed,
almost breathless:
“Jordan… Kenya… Recife… Mexico City…
Toronto… Kathmandu…”
She turned, eyes wide.
“They’re not just listening. They’re answering.”
Across the globe, people were posting their own
fragments: raw, unrehearsed, tagged with a single
word:
#GodWord
“I believed I had to be perfect to be loved.”
“I thought I had no voice.”
“I forgot who I was.”
“But now I choose.”
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