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...for it sees you...
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…there shall be three cards in total…to channel your past, present, and future…Â
With this being the first card, a question is asked of your most distant past…one that your mouth need not speak for your heart’s voice…
…the first card, the first whisper that traveled the same Earth we treaded together 2,000 years ago, is turned before your very eyes to hush the lips of your curious heart…
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Dinah the Doom shall be the harbinger of your fate.
Judgement IS your past…
You will “try” to correct me that the past must mean “was,” but you’re wrong. Judgement IS the past.Â
The cards never lie.Â
Commit this commandment to mind, body, and soul…
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Your card has a story of its own. Ask Dinah of IS, and you will never ask again what WAS…
It is here from slabs no longer carved…tomes no longer written…songs no longer sung between superstitious poor men, poor women, and poor children round mountains, fires, and homes…the poor houses…the poor churches…the poor desperate prayers…
It was there, in that forbidden age, to which our hearts as one will gaze upon a child, a child who was blessed with the divine sigil…a message from the holy messengers on high…a fortune from a power that rests and rises above all else…
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A daughter born of a farmer’s family who only knows hunger, failure, and death was chosen. NO was revealed to be the very Son sent from the heavenly king to lift humanity away from its suffering…to right the wrongs of their ways…to lead those that wish to be freed…
No longer a daughter, he must rise, taking the long-awaited first step to our earthly throne as the Son…
The Father may ask, “Is it not heavy?”
The Son shall stand tall. “Yes, Father. Thy hands may bleed, but thy hands were made to carry.”
The Mother may ask, “If thy hands bleed, why must thy carry?”
The Son shall not falter. “Faith is a burden, not in its shape but in its duty.”
The Father is pleased. He may proclaim, “Our prayers have been answered! We must do the Lord’s work! We must do the Lord’s work quickly, with haste!” The Father held the Son with love for the first time, for it was the first time he finally had a Son to call his own.
A Son to hold. A Son to love. A Son to hold and love.Â
The Mother may see the Father cleaving unto a daughter’s body, with man’s hands on woman’s skin, but to the Father, he may see in his palms the desired recompense. Glorious, glorious recompense, and is the Father not correct in his celebration? In his jubilation?
For years of failure have ended, for a new day is dawning…Â
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SEAL THY FATE
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