I like my Elven music a lot. Feels like an appropriately somber frequency written by angels who were totally comfy, and then Peter Jackson just stole it so he could jack off at Miramar*
cf obscure Norse mythological ref. - - - Tolkien and all them neoplatonists loved their Norse myths, which are basically Egyptian, which are basically Sumerian, which are basically… well you get the idea
Humility, kindness and love are my favorite things about men. Just gets hard to keep them preeminent with all the ego, fear and anger.
I never realized this loser was so important. Such long-lasting poison.
If it's a comet, it's the Father's hand saving ALL (well 95% of) humanity. but gotta also ask if it's really just [their] wishful thinking though. They're so sick they'd like the ratio flipped by such calamity. They still think an antarctican bunker can shield them from this. Very hard to reach them at this point. They're all-in.
I wanna connect, it's true.
^^^^THIS^^^^
Um… dude…
“But about that day or hour (or the the hey hey)* no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father." ~ Matthew 24:36
PQV (edit as found in the Post-Q Version)
Check Pythagoras, Plato's philo-daddy (hint: Dionysus is important). See also 'masks'.
It's happening. Didn't you notice things are kind of… weird?
Guess you ain't never heard about no Great Commission. Keep reading. It's super illuminating.
I smell teen-fear-spirit.
This place is really a big whiteboard for brainstorming at a meeting of angels, but the demons keep interrupting and throwing out stupid ideas cuz they're assholes.
I understand. Being demonic is hard. But it'll be done soon.
There ain't no cohinkydinks, none never.
The top level kontrolaholics are too possessed to see much now. They're cursed by a strong delusion. But many beneath them haven't been completely lobotomized. I pray for them to choose to know the truth and be set free. There is a path out. It looks dark and strange, because it's unfamiliar, but it emerges into beautiful true light without fear. The opposite of love is probably fear.
Feels like molasses, but when it happens, it will not be slow.