Preface

This book began not as a story, but as a whisper.

A whisper that grew in the silence between moments. Between hospital corridors and the hum of machines. Between questions no one dares to ask out loud—“Where is God when we are lost?” “Does anyone hear us when we cry without sound?”

And then I saw him.

Not in the flesh, but in the spirit of every soul I’ve ever met who felt misplaced in this world—those who have survived wreckage, not just in the sky, but in the heart. Those who have learned to speak through silence, who walk among us carrying stories carved in scars instead of words.

Keith Emmanuel Jackson is fictional in form, but not in truth.

He is every forgotten child, every doubting heart, every soul who has asked the sky for answers and received only the wind in return.

I wrote this book for those who’ve been through the fire, through the wild, through the cage—only to discover that the journey was never about finding God "out there"… but remembering the divine whisper within.

This story is not a religion. It is not a sermon.

It is a letter.

A letter from the soul to the mystery.

From the broken to the beyond.

From the silence we fear to the silence that heals.

You’ll meet the boy who survived the crash, the man who forgot his name, and the voice that echoed in a thousand hearts across the world. You’ll walk through forests, cages, deserts, mirrors, and memories. And I hope—above all—that somewhere in these pages… you find your voice too.

This isn’t just Keith’s story.

It’s yours.

And if you’ve ever felt unseen, unheard, unsure…Let this be your invitation to write again.

Your story matters.

Your silence speaks.

And maybe—just maybe—God is still reading.

With love,
Fredlyne Evbuomwan
Nottingham, England