I... sense something.

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Questions?  Eternal.  Oh... no worries.  I have them myself.  Which is why I was... a sort of atheist for longer than you could imagine.  Was it pride, or strength, which kept me from seeing?  Hearing?  Finding.  I was seeking.  For I knew what I had heard, led to believe, was false.  But I was sure there was a truth.  I was eating of it when it... helped me understand.  If too?  That is... what it wanted.  Take this, eat of it.

Whatever the case, this isn't about my journey, or questions.  Someone keeps... asking.  I hear it.  Not just one.  A few, a few more.  Not... many, but some.  So?  I will answer.  But in the way I do.  After having seen the gate to heaven, but having to walk through fire?  I... remember the songs, music, and so love that part.  That... I... use it, even here.  I take what others make, for I cannot, here.  And I bend it to the understandings I have.  Or find some who seem to understand.

Your... question?  Who am I?  Well... I'll show you the general story.  Just... understand... I only fit in that story.  Or... so I suspect.  I am not the whole of each.  Just... they... describe the general way.  Nothing new.  But... you asked, I suggest.

Insane?  One... could almost hope.  God?  Or not?  Life?  Death?  Eternity?  Divinity?  Powerful truths, or fables, stories to comfort children and the childlike in us?  I tell you, I have seen.  I have no doubt.  At the time, I was a disbeliever.  I still... try to be?  I test... everything.  Either it fits, is true, beautiful, real, honest, or it is not.  Though... all things, here, even me, is... corrupted, to some extent or other.  Worse for me?  I can see it.  Better for me?  I believe I have found as much of a remedy as is possible here.  Just a bandaid, of divine nature.  Taken with humble grace.  But I... accept.  If too I am now glad for that second chance.

Right.  The... stories.  Nephilim.  Or... so I say.  Made to be a corruption, evil immaculate.  But, as with the murder of Christ, all things can be turned to good through God.  So it has been, for some of my kind.  But the path was not easy.  No... it was not.

Brothers.  Bound.  By blood and more.

Brothers indeed, and... one greater.

Well.  That is the story.  Stories are either true, or false.  If I were you, I would doubt, at the very least.  Though... what... does your heart tell you?  Skepticism is of the mind.  The heart, is a secondary measure.  Neither is perfect, here, yet.  Give it time, and one final heartbreak.  If righteous, or even if not, you... will find out.  Amen.

Oh... if... you decide to be of God's children, army?