Someone keeps fiddling.

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Fair enough.  I suppose.  They see one thing, and think one thing, or way.  I ought to clear a few things up.  Starting with the stones they cast.

A definite accusation keeps sounding.  Sure.  I came from darkness.  Fully, that is where I am from.  No doubts.  Don't think I don't know.  I doubt if you can know, not the fullness of it.  The depth, coldness, darkness.  Did I want to be there?  Did you... want to be where you were born?  How old were you before you could even begin to understand?

I get it.  As mentioned, I don't think you do.  Unless you have seen hell, you simply can't understand how dark, hot, cold, fierce, foolish, evil that place is.

A dark walker, to this day?  Some suspect.  I am what I am.  Nothing can ever change that.  For good or ill.  If a firearm is made, it really can't be turned into a plow.  It can be destroyed, but that will never change the intent of it's creation.  God knows, He was the one who called.  It took living between life and death for decades for me to be able to hear.  But I heard.  Took... a while longer to fully respond.  Limited now by my proximity to death, but I heed Him as best I may.

Hallucinations, this way or that.  If you... must believe such.  Then do so, with my blessings.  Whether for this, or that reason.  I get that too.  It... doesn't change the truth of things, one way or the other, for you or me.  I would even suggest I am not the one living with illusions.  Fear... can break most men.  So many sorts of fear.  *grins*  I... do know.  I have left them behind, as the skin of a serpent.  Looking into the fire which would set me free, seeing my sins, all of them, clear and plainly... it... does things for a man most living aren't ready to know.

Tired, sore, pained, ill, old, and, yet... more alive than I ever have been.  With, probably, decades to go.  I'll have to sort this and that out, on the way, but I'll get there.

As I have mentioned, words I have spoken to the holiest ever to walk this place.  And, if seemingly darkly, only light slightly littered with forms of my darkness's.  As I saw before, but came to know fully, and not just admire, but respect, offer due offices, reasonings, and sensations, bending a knee in deference, in spite of my failures... past, present, future.  Only few could, should, speak this way.  They know.  Doesn't mean it'll save me.  Just... lets them know I know.

Odd how God can call even my kind.  And, if... we can hear.  We will abide.  As fully as is even possible, possibly then some.  While some of these messages are for you, normies, they are for others.  And, yes, they hear.  I am merely using your doubts as methods to reach others.  Though, there is some hope you may hear to some degree?  Not... my problem.

Oh, and women?  Some see them as flesh, or tools, or servants?  I see them as daughters of men, children of God.  Troublesome, no doubt.  But far more than the mere eye can tell.  I have done my best to find one.  Who knows, I haven't given up quite yet.  Still, they... aren't just fleshy beings.  They... can help, if you let them.  Far beyond the mundane.  She can't save you, but she can help find the way.  If a good woman, she will show the way by example.  As a good man, you too, will guide.  As two horses affixed to a plow or such.

Yea... well... it's my story based on... what I seem to be hearing, what I have seen, and what I now believe.  I saw some of these vids far too often to... not respond.  If you are offended?  Good.  My work here is done.  But, you are wrongheadedly offended.  Take your pain and enjoy, or learn.  Not my problem.