Tortured dreams.

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Sent to deal with uncles, a clan of them.  Evil ones.  They hadn't regained flesh.  But they had formed a beachhead into the normal plain, and were progressing, as progressives do.  Their evil was leaking out.  I suspect they had been called by ignorant adherents to evil on this side.  Leaking in through them.

Why God doesn't just... because man must choose.  Then why us?  Ah... a) because He says so, b) because man isn't always aware enough, and c) because we are part men.  Well, and who really knows.  God Is, and He works in mysterious ways.  I ask, question, but not really.  I merely suspect.

Why me, for example?  It isn't from raw holiness, if my faith is deeper than any ocean, and pure.  My hope is beyond life, pain... all of it, death.  And my charity is what it could be.  Those... well...  I actually think it is because I sought Him, impossibly for my kind, as a child would, sincerely, without actually knowing His name.  I believed He existed, had to exist.  He did the rest.  Though to, I don't try to hide my sin from Him, or put it above or beyond Him.  I keep Him there, pray forgiveness, even as I am weak.  As when I am strong.

Anyway.  I had to deal with spiritual blight.  Wrestling, physically and spiritually, all night.  I woke in a broken body.  Knots in all major muscles, cramps as well.  My very bones hurt.  Neck strain, and headache typically associated with it.  Muscles and lungs burning with exhaustion.  A few hours, and aside from weariness and mild aches, most has passed.  I haven't been using my pee bottles for... weeks?  Yea.  And before that was down to a quart every other or third night.  But last night I filled over a gallon.

I did win, but I see the scourge growing.  I see other areas becoming infected.  No coin offered.  Demons, unlike devils, have burned that bridge.  Demons, for that, are easier to handle.  Still, an infestation of them is no small trifle.  My siblings will... be much more difficult.  Though, possibly, often, more amenable.  We, most of us, have been looking for better.  Better than ourselves, far better than our elders... as gen-xers to boomers.  We know they are evil and we are corrupted.  But there... is yet hope.



I have great hope for certain segments of the generation just becoming men.  If the Chinese virus can be used to invigorate American production and opportunity, allow for the creation of local wealth, destroy the foreign grips on our nation, there is great hope. Don't give money to international corporations, those which don't utilize America or Americans, those (like the media) all but operated by our enemies.  Help our oil and gas, let those who weaponized finances through usery die... hand out money to those who will do and have done right.