Maybe I’ve misplaced my super suit, because these days nobody listens to me. How many out there are living like crocodiles, floating like logs in the rivers of prophecy and eating peaceful creatures who came for their scheduled drink? I don’t know if these are the end times although it surely is within the birth pains [with the end yet to come]. My first instinct is to draw the telepathy out longer and longer until it matches up with the Tribulation events. People don’t learn by talking in each others’ heads but though harsh experiences on the _outside_.

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