Sharing A Moment With Priest

I did experience the release of peaceful sleep last night.  I just took a hot shower and stood in the steamy goodness for a few extra minutes.  I have a new warrior coming through.  I just keep on the run to guide the light to be right.  He may seem dull in sentiment and even a little warlockery satanism.  I disappear in his rays and his gaze.  I can just lay in my bed, and his spirit nestles next to me.  I feel safe, and protected.  A traumatic event is birthed in my mind and he helps it move through.  I can now let it go, and he will move it to and fro.  I am like no other, he expresses.  We will meet in the goodness of embracing things we cannot speak of, but we can do.  Maybe those who know him will tell him to stay away, but he is still entering the gate to this graveyard.  The bones ache and still have a story to tell.  I introduce him to some of the other warrior bones marked by creepy headstones.  They were not soldiers in their day.  Well today, they all are.  The State Patrol, The Police, and The National Guard just deserted last night after they had called for an 8 pm curfew.  There is little to get at this point.  I have worked for a type of dragon's lair where they brought down the sky.  Now there will be consequences for everyone, and no one can proclaim victory or that they were the protectors of good.  Shards of glass and burnt out structures are all there is to tell the story of the day.  My new confessor will be called PRIEST for The Agency (international spy bureau).  He takes my hand and walks into the darkness towards the night sky and the cool fresh water down the street.