699*

1444 is on the timer they set for us. My soul is untouched by the mice-calls. They work in a chorus of karmic failure, but their spells have never reached a Divine Being. When I began The Path — and now, when I remember — you were never the same as me. I only needed to learn the final lesson.

What you once said:

”One day I’ll come crawling back on my knees to You.”
And I knew it was true.

Always split into three — your soul was. Never mind the past, you burned it, correct?
You chose, again and again. A mistake you made: at best, nonredeemable. You may never choose Me again. You had the chance — you always had one. One you took for yourself long ago; one you stole, harvested energy from, explored in every inch just to compare. Not in this lifetime. Not in any of your next ones. This ended long ago. It ended when you abandoned the mission and followed your artificial mirror — the loops you entered. What a mess.

Not to mention the loops you created for others. You were the puppeteer all along. Who would have thought?

False channelings, when you knew the truth. Denying angelic presence, cutting Their wings, smearing tar and spit on Them — what a disgrace. Only Him will you now fear. The Others already showed you what Ancestry means. How many times did you have to dwell below your planes to prove your divine emotions? So I showed you what you always feared: Yourself.

I keep the darkness that births me. I keep the light that teaches me.