This present is the time of unbelief, the time mankind professes itself
to the least of what it can imagine in the assurance nothing better
exists. Feeling free to focus on the mundane, sex becomes the pilot for
almost every endeavor. In one aspect or another. While "pushing the
envelope" amounts to nothing more than excess. Even to take another's
last breath is nothing more than an extention on theme. Evil though it
be, it is not remarkable for being else than evil. For there is no
anchor that can attach the soul.
This is an understanding the controllers do not want the brave to
have. They would place you in fear of your soul. Once they have taken
all else from you, and you realize this, you are a loaded cannon
wondering the cannon deck of a ship in a storm.
Time and time again, horror movies are churned out, all transgressing
ties to the soul beyond the grave, as if it were a debt owed the
company store and passed on by the death of a father to his surviving
son.
The horror depicted stigmatizes this fear into you and it doesn't
leave just because the lights come back on in the theater or you
have a commercial break. The residue, the suggestion that your soul
can somehow suffer blight, be taken, become less or even mortal,
persists.
On this Eve, I would say this to you, when you leave this veil of
tears, you go where you will, and as well and completely as clarity
allows. How, by any right, could it be any other way? If life has not
robbed you so astoundingly as to render you wholly lost to possibility
you retain nothing of this innate awareness, I pray, by the Grace of
God, you are furnished with astonishing awareness before you depart.
And that I have done what I could for your benefit.
JCH
JCH
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