Death is not preferred.

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Freak.  Call me what you wish.

God spoke, vicariously, through a dream.  The message was sure.  I heard.  Initially, in my grogginess, I could not fathom the meaning.  Death is not preferred.  I asked, debated, but knew.  Yes, I knew.  Further, about whom I knew.  I just didn't... want to know.  I wished only to end, end them, and it.  No, you don't understand.


Taxmen at the IRS, academics, bureaucrats, medical.  Currently, for the most part, they choose who will be given access.  To wealth, to health, to freedoms, and  to choices.  Many are in the damned fold.  Many are otherwise, but choose as they are told, based on falsehood, knowingly.  These are just the beginning.  The "system" is being turned to evil in these seemingly smaller ways.  A stamp to deny an education, or a minor procedure, will be turned into a stamp of death for innocent people.

Since God wishes life, so be it.  I will come to them.  Each who has a conscience with which to know.  The others are doomed.  Those, however, who know better, but choose worse, will pay a far greater price.  If I come to you, listen.  If you suffer for what you do, but can do no different within your occupation, then leave your job.  If you can choose otherwise, then choose wisdom.  I was only told that life was preferred.  God knows my task.  I will do as He requests, but I will not ignore the very task He has set before me.

And so it begins.  Listen, learn, obey what is right.  Or no pleading by your God can save you.  Christ will suggest that He knows you not, as you burn.  I will see to your burning.  Listen.  You get one scant chance, a chance offered by God, one I would not have offered.