We've all been there...here...wherever you are; listening to this or reading this. We've all ran away, curled into our shells in hopes of self-preservation as the nearest form of salvation. We've all left where we were or where we were kept; we've all been displaced, dislocated (not by bone alone but away from joy or the magnitude of peace). We've all been distant from GOD and it’s always by our own making.
In a sea of crowd-opinion and options of saving, a messiah is one voice louder than others showing the way because they are aware of the way out. The true test of a messiah is found in their ability to be right or be wrongly perceived.
There is no query without a thought, nothing is actually without a cause; there is no course – either of self-discovering elements or self-destruct pigments – that is what it is without a cause. There is nothing without another which causes it to be.
The plagues upon Egypt were GOD's way of letting Pharaoh know that there was more that he did not know and more than he did know.