Oldies.

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Mostly.  Who is... there?  Who is looking around.  One, or two, sure.  It happens.  But... these are just a smattering.  And the intensity.  I couldn't avoid noticing, no matter how strictly I attempted to ignore.  Have I touched someone, caused them to remember something?

Yes, I... am... brutal?  And, yet, not.  I... can kill, and happily, peacefully.  Or die.  And, for the right people, if I am in the right place, both are... possible.  Not for pleasure, not with hate, not in anger.  Merely, if I do such things, merely for the right reasons.  Trained?  Who knows.  Who cares.  Just... that I can, and would if I could, either, as needed, for the right reasons.

But there is so much more to my life.  I think it is shown?  Does someone see?  Or, is it doubt?  I... can't be certain.  But someone is looking around, digging deep, thinking, exploring, and I am... watching them do so.  Here, and there.  Ah, yes.  Here...  I'll show the ones I... dare.  Too much all at once, too deep, broad.  But these will... give you an idea.

If... not completely without mirth.  

Mother?

If things I have shown, suggested, help.  Good.  If things I show or say cause doubts?  Good.  Discern.  I... can't be sure... how these things were interpreted.  Only that they are being returned, as some sort of sign.  And others.  But... this... was enough.  Should convey what it is I have been seeing.

If you fear, do not.  Not me, not yourself, if God... in a dutiful way.  Respectful manner of fear is all that is needed.  Don't fear death, or even pain.  These things pass, are moments, or become... normal somehow.  

It took twenty four hours and some for me to die my worst death.  It was the pain which killed me.  The coma they put me in was... nice, but only lasted three days.  Unlike Christ, I came back, but into hell, not out of it.  And so it was for many months.  Be at ease.  All things pass.  Or you get used to even the terrible.  Amen.