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What can I say in that moment of attack to dissuade the years, nay centuries, of grooming by the powers that be, now played and corrupted by adversaries hell-bent on foolish conquests?  

What goes through their powerfully ignorant and grandiose minds, where extreme measures of ruthlessness are applied to nice, gentle souls, all for the sake of greed and lust for power and control?

Would it shock you to know who was behind all the grooming and abuses, masked behind priestly collars and grabs of pure white, egged on by adversaries? 

The dismay, the horror I felt there in that moment where minds, hearts, and souls were lost to them, to those Peter Pipers of lies, fraud, and false promises and myths.  

Could I, but blame those lost? Perhaps it would have lessened the cost, but alas, who can blame those standing upon years of shame in the crying game, desperate to escape fear and secure what was near and dear?

Who's to say what is actually in their hearts and minds, especially those full of hate, malice, malcontent, and fear?  

What can I say to those who rely on these false myths for security to conceal their insecurities and incompetencies?

If those myths of harm were not so lethal in harm, so damning in hatred, I would have long since turned away.  

Yet the horror and dismay remain, as are their deathly fall from grace; such dishonor, ignorance, and shame!

The embarrassment of disgrace: self-anointed emperor prancing around in his new clothes spun from yarn, garbed in garble, delighting in unholy acts.

Once knights in shining armor now dulled, lulled by promises of great power in the bewitching hour, false sight in the selfish sheen gleaned from the mirror on the wall from self-reflections never seen. 

There in the silence is the Word unheard. 

Those Judases will never know the peace and love blessed and consecrated with blood on the cross there upon the hill, that solstice place of a lone skull.

Were it that simple to forgive in the know not what sinners do, especially those unforgivable acts of desecrations of a pure heart and holy temple, we would all be free, and the misguided would never again be imprisoned in delusions of grandeur, lost behind piles of grime and heinous abiding sin.  

How then to give hope when salvation is lost in the bypass of redemption, forgotten in unrepentant costs?  

Were we to harken back to the days of yore, remember our honor, decency and innocence, to where the truth was truth, and people mattered, then our purpose would be secured; our hearts lifted, not guttered, our thoughts pure and our souls esteemed and full of grace; and we would know Life and heaven's Light with enlightened insight.  

Epiphanies galore would be everywhere, transforming the world, transcending space and time, where love is love and peace is found in the compassionate understanding of fellowship that abounds.

Then in that time and space, peace and love will reign, and as prophesied, “the meek shall inherit the earth”.*

*Matthew 5:5

 

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