An observer, several, many?

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Someone(s) has been... examining.  To my oldest posts.  Seem to have some idea of where to poke, if the pattern doesn't seem... singular.  Various topics, or random reviews, are occurring.  Do they see, as I present, through the eyes of a darkness redeemed, but not blind to or done with darkness?


Do they think I am lost, asking them to join?

There is no request.  What will happen isn't in doubt.  The only question is which side you will join.  There are only two sides.  I will tell them, to do without crying what I cannot do without crying.  A sore truth for me.  Some think there will be an attempt at possession.  I assure, that isn't the case.  Choices will be given.  The riders are the sum of dark reflections... your children... servants.  They will bring the best of you the gifts to see through a rising darkness.  But, you will bear your darkness to spare your time.


Other things become clear, if not... as it seems either.  But... I did kill.  I did drive a spike, pierced His side, continue to do so to this day and will until called Home.  I keep God closer when sinning.  It's when I need Him most... sort of uncomfortable, if that is part of my plan.  If you must pour more suffering upon the Christ through sin, don't add insult to injury by trying to sneak the wounding by Him, and also reject His presence.  He is always there.



Such things seen.  A new one, this last, that ... catches the sense, my sense, of what is viewed.  Your last chance... or mine...

I wonder... if they... remember me, yet.  Or are working at it.  Blue, always blue.

Truth is, I am a huge disappointment.  I wonder if they understand?