I don't know if it was because it came while I was feeling liberated or if the understanding it's self, it's impact was liberating:
Prophesies are given men to deliver to angels/spirits/"peoples" that have been shut out of heaven. We are just the messengers.
We get to keep on doing what we're doing, have a good life without trials. just now and then we are asked to deliver a messege to fallen angels. Simple. It's nothing personal. "Go outside and play, now!" says grandmother...you are free. free to be me. simply me. a human being, the animal.
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