Psychic noise, in the background, again.

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Only this time, I laugh.  Oh do I laugh.

I heard it in the wind.  Whispers, several, many perhaps.  Discussions and thoughts, alone and in groups.  I scare the hell out of people.  Down to their roots.  They wonder, worry, aren't sure what this or that means, how it might affect them.  Yes, I scare the hell out of people.

Laugh?  Why, of course.  I MEAN to scare the hell out of you.  You can't get to heaven with even an ounce of that stuff in your soul.  So, yes, I hope, pray, and want to scare the hell out of you.  For my part?  You are welcome.


If only it were that easy though...  But, yeah, for Him, if that works, I will try.  Or, more really, I won't cut the medicine with sweetness that might dull the truth of things.  As I see them, granted.

Why must it hurt though?  Why can I enjoy the pain of it?  Because it hurts to love God.  It means giving up the things that are wants, childish notions, and things I think I need.  It hurts to be true, honest, real.  That is the pain I sense on that part, and why I enjoy it and try to suffer that part of it gladly.