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Not by me, mind you. They are armed. They are intrusive. They suggest these things are for my benefit. And so it shall come to pass.
Just some samples of what opening Pandora's box can bring.
Some puzzles aren't what they seem.
Don't play with fire.
This, Desert Cat, is Burning Man. And that child I dreamed of so long ago.
You will find what you seek here. I will let you, without guarding or guiding or offering hope. If you come here in secret, unbidden, unwelcome, for reasons you know to be false.
I have wearied of protecting the indefensible. You are on your own, here, now.
You will find darkness. Not mine, yours, only magnified through that which I left. Without faith, without God, this is your truth.
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If you find that darkness, and it finds you, and you don't want it, seek forgiveness from my Father, then go and sin no more. With the innocents gone, I have left the box untended for the thought thieves, save for this warning. Some fruit should never be eaten without invitation. Some knowledge is death.
The only secret people here allowed are ones with a personal history with me. I will know their psychic scent and... will keep them safe. So long as their... loyalties are not split.
Oh, and Merry Christmas!
"I have wearied of protecting the indefensible. You are on your own, here, now."
ReplyDeletePutting it another way: you have to be THIS TALL in order to ride this ride.
What a joyous post! ._. Have wonderful day, Doomster!
ReplyDeleteBe well, find peace and Merry Christmas, eh!
xxx
:-)
Oh, and Merry Christmas to Michael W!..
ReplyDeleteI'm really to short to ride this ride. But, I stand on tippy toes and cheat and sometimes close my eyes.
ReplyDeleteMichael,
ReplyDelete:) Only, instead of "this tall", "this honest". And, actually, this isn't a threat, but a gift. You'll not hear a whisper on this topic again, mostly.
And, again, Merry Christmas. Truly.
foam,
"I'm really to short to ride this ride. But, I stand on tippy toes and cheat and sometimes close my eyes."
See, in truth, that is the same for me, and probably everyone who is here. Writing, reading, even the arithmetic is... beyond me. I just write, I don't know.
Oh, and I am having a Merry Christmas. Just my... strength was slipping, and my interest in sheltering. I thought to yell "timber" for those who... might be in the path. No more.
You have a fine Christmas yourself! I know I heard something about apple pies, at least, and vanilla ice cream. Yum!
Hmmm... "this tall" works.
ReplyDeleteYah, got up at 5:00 am to put the sirloin roast in the crockpot. I forgot to get vanilla ice though. Luckily we have chocolate ice cream and whipped cream.
ReplyDeleteOh? A beef roast? I thought I was the only critter who did that for Christmas? I did mine early, but, well... And, if someone tries the chocolate ice cream on the apple pie, I would love to hear the feedback.
ReplyDeleteSo, you woke at my bedtime? Way too early, but I know, I know. It's the mom gene thing. It kills me, with laughter, to hear feminists lament the lack of power of women. Women only power, or used to, every home in the world. Men can make it, power it, get water to run to and through it, move it, lift it, but not make it into a home. And we would do no such thing for our own druthers... Caves, barbeque when we bothered to hunt, although... football, television to watch it on, and beer would have been invented! Not a home at all, but...
No, you are not the only one., I have been doing a beef roast or hefty beef stew for years.
ReplyDelete"So, you woke at my bedtime? Way too early, but I know, I know. It's the mom gene thing."
ReplyDeleteOn Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve my Mom hardly slept. Rather she would spend practically the entire night operating every aspect of her kitchen domain, and God help anyone who dared invade while she was occupied. Yes the noise was sometimes cacophonous. But it was also sort of comforting. Mom was preparing another miraculous holiday feast, and all was right with the world.
@Foam --- sirloin roast. Mmmmm.
"I'm really too short to ride this ride."
(I was by no means ready to do battle, but at least I could stay in for the full ride ... all the way on the downhill side. ---Ellison---)
And back at you! Merry Christmas. And the same to all within sight of these words.