Not my stories.

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Close, or along similar lines, or with notions that belong.

When I was lost in what I saw, I remember... this.  Not all of that was for naught.  I learned and earned some hardness and judicial understanding in there, or my version of it.  But it was a hopeless place.  It was death.  I have come out of death to life.  Hard lessons.

The only way to kill without judgment is to do the actions required with true authority.  Men cannot provide that.

When I found the way, how and some of what I came to see.  Terrible, truly.  But there is rightness in there I don't fully understand.  Unlike the first, there is hope.  It is letting go of that which is lost which is difficult.  Hard as I am, there is a humility and love of life that is difficult to... I cannot tell goat from lamb.  That is for another.  Thankfully, for the most part, it isn't my will, or mostly way, that will be done.  Even as I participate, should that be the case, it is His will, and way.

Infusing just a touch of humor isn't totally wrong.  While thinking on this, I had this vision of about a quarter of the people, bent down, so intent on their smartphone, texting, that they didn't even realize they were about to die.  Just... had to laugh.

This is another story, but reminds me of the confusion of mine.  I haven't figured it all out yet.  That isn't important.  What is important is that my faith remains.  It is the only thing that will be true whatever may come.  Faith.  Don't let it be fairweather faith, that will see you to darkness.


It comes.  Many places, like wolves closing in on many prey, in several nations.  The second seal, has, is, or shortly will be broken.  Time is so messy, and fruition is not what it would seem, not instant.  As with the first seal being a goodly part of the early part of the last century, with plenty of opportunity for men to refute.  They have, instead, embraced the dark aspect.  It comes.