Do you see what is?

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Do you see what some choose for you to see?  How much is created, of what you see?  How much is fated?  Recently, in a series of events, someone saw something and wanted to show another what they had seen, in amazement.  Yet when that went to happen, what was seen was no different from the usual when the one to be shown was brought to bear on the vision.  Sometimes I do these things on purpose.  Sometimes I do them quite on purpose.  Just stories, mind you.  Recently, it was fate.  If I... retain no small grin for it.

More stories.

Sometimes it is difficult to see through many eyes and many minds, even many forms.  There is... distortion.  Innocence believed but not true, innocence that is real brought to guilt or raised to a true form.  The hard things, the mundane, mixed in with what really is... of what I can know that is.  Myself blind, just not as blind as some.

Death, for some, isn't even what it seems.  Another trick?  Or trap?  Yes, of course.  As with fated versus willful, though this time not always of my design.  Don't worry, it's just a story.  Oh, this vid is just an angel playing at a trickster.  It's possible, I suppose.  Oh, angels, as tricksters, do not die either.  Things of spirit are not bound by flesh.  Oh, but, sure, death of flesh.  But, that isn't death.

Just... thinking.  Yes, I did know what the shaman meant when he scattered in fear, if I had forgotten.  When he said it, I knew.  Even his bodyguard, who he sent to bar the way, was terribly fearful.  It's in the eyes to this day.  Never you mind.

Turning over hunger took a great deal of trust.  It has allowed missing out on many traps, mind you.  Even with your mild hungers, finding Christ will help you understand.  Now scoot.  I have things to do.  I'm playing at human today.  A human with things to do.  Shoo!