Thursday, November 2, 2017
US
"US"
There are many of you, maybe me, maybe not, that experience negativity and hatred on every occasion; specifically, people make you the monkey, rattle your cage, when in fact--they're the monkeys!
That's why they gawk at you when you walk and talk. They know you are not like them; indeed, your light shines brighter, and it is their job to induce lies into your sub-conscious, make you doubt yourselves, when they're the ones with doubt, because they are not spirit and blood.
They turn you down for promotion, when you're the best. Or they promote you; next, use you--it's all Donkey Kong for them. Even when you've rescued a child from falling off a cliff, they call you a bad person, because the child's destiny was to fall off the cliff.
We asked for this. We gotta make the best of it. Some of you know, many. Some of you don't.
Some of them know, some of them don't. It's all too impossible. That's what they want you to believe. You're just a carnival act. A freak. And they throw everything they have at you. Wonder what happens when it all goes back to them, and they are unmasked. They're uglier than even you imagined. Sometimes beauty is born on the inside, and grows outward. Sometimes not. Sometimes beauty is a boy in a wheelchair, always with a look of triumph on his face, though his parents dismissed him. Even in your own house is there turmoil. It is true, He came not to bring peace, but a sword.
It's NEVER over
"It's NEVER over"
I've went to hell and back, numerous times for you. Shit on left and right. Laying in the hospital bed, those morons telling me there was nothing they could do two years ago. In a southern house of bones and skulls. Them cackling. All that negativity, yes--focused upon you too. Licking their chops like carrion eaters. You just gonna ghost it and haunt like a well-dressed specter? Possibly.
There are other ways. Channeling. Divine Energy manifesting matter. Christ gave us Authority; indeed, He changed the rules. There are no axioms with God save that He is GOOD. He is never limited, nor His flock.
Every Good Shepherd needs a sheepdog. So play it like you want. But I'm still gone pester with potency. They need to know: they're not the first, and they won't be the last. Gonna puke in the sink now. Thanks. It feels like I'm preggers. Can't get enough pickles, salsa, and Coca-Cola.
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