Some, one, of you see all too well.

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Mystery.  I will warn you against letting her be any such thing.


If you must, for thee, not me.

She and I have been playing playing games of so many sorts, for so long.

Funny, no one can understand that the first ones beside God, who truly didn't know God, despite wishing worship, are usually atheists.  The old ones don't believe.  A flaw... being fixed, starting with the horseme?  But sold selves as gods... a racket, and attempt to start somewhere.

Immortal, as are most... in various forms.  Those stuck to spirit and flesh, denied heaven and hell?  Must seem as gods, but aren't.  I tell you no lie.  And quit seeking her mystery.

Games to be sure.  For real when I didn't know more.  Trading places and not.

Family.  Yea.

Maybe?

There is always hope for a right love, in a right way, at a right time in the service of the real Son.  Perhaps not as hoped, but if followed, better.  Much better love than can be hoped or imagined on this side of the veil.  A little faith goes a long way.  Farther than the eye can see or the mind configure in any way, even for the old ones, perhaps some of the ancients.