Tuesday, February 1st, 2011 – For You.
What should I call this war I am reliving? We did not even have a name for it then. Something ridiculously dorky like The Universal Soul War? No. But being that I am reliving it and therefore am recording it in my grimoires, I ought to label it something. Perhaps I will just call it the war of my youth.
Now then. I remember that I would fight for even one single solitary person, that they may know love. I could hear their crying, their pain. I tried to comfort them with motherly vibrations. That’s so strange. Normally I would not expect myself to act like a mother. Yet I can imagine, and halfway remember, myself looking down upon an individual human and descending with great conviction for their sake. I knew it would be painful. But I knew it was right to help them. There is not much more I can say on this… it is difficult to describe.