"Be careful," is what I see feel and taste and hear inside of me. I feel as if there is no power within me. I feel the tree next me shaken in doubt. What I have known is now in a time of reckoning. I try to calm the spirits in disbelief. I shall move forward as the escalator moves backward. I am not on my knees, but I am not feeling the comfort that was in his presence. Will he ever come to me? I shall trust enough to see 3 doctors in a week. I need to feel the holy water on my skin. Is there reality to the becoming of the fate of The Line Deputy that can be seen in modern society other than galactic authority. It matters not what he can do because he is only one, and my powers can be used against him and me. He is the one who is the holy deity that this world sees as God. No one will break him as long as I believe. God is male. Even the mightiest of you is a tiny Yugo next to his space ship the size of Jupiter. His small gifts to me are are like the levitation of a modern cruise ship for an entire week trip. He rocks it when I get a migraine and need to sleep. Line Deputy is beyond disease, but not beyond deceit. If he puts mail in your box it will flow for 3 years straight. It has been hard for me to be without him at my side. I have moved up the tree and shown the guilt across the board and a new hierarchy is rising. It is a military of line deputies who eschew urban societies. The bling bling will be less, and love will be more. Those who have hidden away will now be the light of creation. The owls know "who" I am talking about.
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