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Mix and match, new and old, questionable all. Doubt if you must. I do. But don't doubt who I serve, wrong or right myself, God is never wrong. And, in Him, neither are we... if only in the end.
the boy
the ghost warrior
Bold, perhaps. But not intoned without great... fear. Quiver, to the bone. One can always hope that what is seen is seen through the eyes of another. Barring that? Bring it on. I'll play with the devil while you run. But... don't just stand there, get going. You won't be able to help me. That's God's job, if in His time. Run!
Uhrm, don't even conflate me, or whoever's eyes I am seeing through, with Him. Or think I do. No, but there was a David, there was a Moses, there were lessors like me, even those who failed until the end, such as Sampson. There will be many who attempt to fend the evil off, and die, or not. Some lions were called to be with the lambs, for a reason, I suspect.
"You won't be able to help me. "
ReplyDeleteSure. And iron never sharpens iron, and we were not given the fellowship of believers for any particular reason.
Also, if God does not use human agency, then why do you believe you have a role to play?
ReplyDeleteNot saying that I have a single thing to say to you, but in concept, that's bullshit.
And, BTW, some of your warnings are due and timely and well-taken, if not at first.
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Desert Cat,
ReplyDeleteI would love the help. But if you are not of, for, and by war, I'm not sure you can help. As old, used up, and weak as I may have seemed, what I can do in combat is... rattlesnakes really are slow to me. Unless you are my kind, you... won't survive helping me. God almost seems to be with me, too. The wind I spoke of at Burning Man? In battle? I won't say I dodge bullets, I will say... well... I am alive.
I have literally fought seven equals, by size and weight, at one time. I was made to destroy men bigger than me, much larger. That's actually my niche, in hand to hand. Crazy, yeah, tell me something the docs, and statisticians, don't already tell me. Even when they know that if it is crazy, and I am crazy, then they are crazy too.
Then again... you are full of surprises... to me... Burning Man function... Daisy Cat in the balance... Learning to walk the talk. Perhaps you, as you have become a manly man... have become a lion from a lamb?
ReplyDeleteYou are a rather unique Cat.
It is not in the battle that the iron is sharpened, but beforehand, and by different skillsets.
ReplyDeleteThe last step will be learning to... be a dealer of simple choices. There is no complex in war. Point. And shoot. Black. And white. Friend. And the dead. It's ugly. It isn't fashionable. It won't suit cocktail parties, the damned, or sheep. And, for it, you will, mostly, walk alone.
ReplyDeleteCan you do that?
There are two schools of though: one suggests that it is best to be overestimated, so that none dare challenge. The other suggests that it is best to be underestimated so that none notice until it is too late.
ReplyDeleteI am not at all suggesting that my path is the same as yours. Don't misread me.
ReplyDeleteRecall you compared me to Q once.
And, BTW, some of your warnings are due and timely and well-taken, if not at first.
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WOW. How did I miss that! Not gloating or being foolish or... just... Wow. Okay. Thank you. The fears of various sorts that created was... Well... Pleased. Happy. The world is back on the right path and the electromagnetic field isn't counter. That's all.
Well, yes, Q. Yes, and differently roles. Now I get, actually, some of what you discuss, more and more, myself.
I gave up being a sleeper tank in 8th grade. But you? Yeah, I could see that. Shadow of a shadow. Only in the night can I do that.
I'm pretty good at looking insignificant and silly and harmless, when it suits me.
ReplyDeleteThen again, the suggestion that I am anything but, could be the real ruse here. ;P
To be honest, I think even Super Man, if he existed, would understand that statement. I certainly do. I just trust that God will see me to where I need to be, put me in a position to act, or somehow invite me to whatever party it is that I am supposed to attend.
ReplyDeleteRemember, I'm mostly, really, dead. I don't understand what I see, always. Then again, I shouldn't be able to live on my own, or go camping in the desert, without my medicine to boot! My doctors herniate their brain thinking about my case. So... yeah... His plan is flawless, even though it uses us! Just wish what I saw would make more sense, or that I could use some of what I will be needing then, ahead of time, to be better prepared.
Not our call.
I... ought to admit something. The 'ghost warrior' is just for the 'child' and the reverse. Anyone else helped by either will have to make a quick choice in times of doubt and dread. What is shown is the relationship between the two, for each other. Just... saying.
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