Shifting Back Into Alignment

Sincere and engaging greetings. I pray that this message extends into your jurisdiction of acknowledgement with grace. I am reborn and rejuvenated today. I have broken bread in Spiritual Communion. It’s a little thing between me and the preternatural. I sit before a special mask on the floor and break half a peanut cupcake on the bible, to share with my Precious Saint Chloe. Chloe is a young girl who I used to know, a girl who never gets old. She’s in my heart; she’s in my mind; she’s in my soul. So are a lot of others. I listed them all out, several months ago. They all have names by me. Priests warn against giving Guardian Angels names, as it claims authority over them. Personally, I can’t help it.

It has been a trying week. I severed my covenant momentarily with The Guard, to peruse the Devil’s pleasurable delights. In result, I have distinctly turned away from all things sexually pleasurable. I will never view the distorted twisted motion picture show of porno ever again. I want you to know this, because I mean it. I'm actually writing it all over the interwebs right now. There. Done. I have God’s Love. Nothing can compare with it. It makes peering at traffic, and inspecting wildlife, glorious. There are now massive significant interactions between My People, instead of empty exchanges devoid of life and soul. I am now committed to the True Path. I am Chosen. I have a mission. Maybe, you say, I need to get back on my meds!

When I came to understand My Divine Purpose, my arse fell out of my pants. I just wanted one more roll of the dice with Old Nick, to indulge in hedonism. Because I knew that it was being prepared to be lifted from me, I knew it was about to be the last time. It was a farewell gesture, gone for ever. Do I fear my lustful loins striking back at my heart? A bit. If I were to view any kind of extreme content, my spirit might be plunged into doubt. Some guy tried to show me some material on his phone last week, but I dodged it and said no thank you, because I know that all it takes is one glance to land that hook, line and sinker deep within the indecisive rubble of my subconscious. I don’t know, maybe I’m talking bollocks, but my latest 90 Day Spree is still rubbing off on me. It isn’t over, extinguished like a popped light bulb, or snuffed candle flame, its influence keeps continuing to breed incentivised encouragement. I have not forgotten The Promised Land, that extraordinary Fair Weather place I sampled, and I am keen to return as quickly as The Sands Of Time might permit me.

Keep Fighting. Keep Toiling. We are Warriors. In on this conquest together. Thanks for reading, and I’ll report again over the next couple of days. Hang tough Brother. Hang tough Sister.