Trying To Circumvent The Works Of God

I was with a friend last night and he invited me into his home. The home looked fine to me and even after I was inside, it appeared to be a normal residence, but the longer I was there the stranger it became.

Relatives began to show up and then others began to arrive and before I knew it I was in a house of strangers and I could not move.

They were feeding of each other, like cannibals, but in a vicious and deceitful type of game of who can get who first.

I stood in the middle of the room and I said to my friend; “you did not tell me I could not leave, unless I was the last one out”.

I told them what they were doing was wrong, but they all looked at me like I was some kind of freak and simply ignored me.

It became clear that they were not physical in the way the home was physical, but more like non-physical lives, with two lives feeding off of one life, with everyone trying to not be the one life which is consumed by the two.

It was sitting in a room with a bunch of relatives, friends, acquaintances and strangers, knowing that at some point in time I was going to have to eat the other lives just to survive.

They would get someone alone and they would battle two on one, until the one was consumed by the two and everyone would stand around and watch the consumption, some salivating for their chance to steal life away from another, some terrified at losing their life and then there I was trying to figure out how to stop the carnage.

I ended up trying to break out of the house and found myself with the others, pretending to be like them or maybe I was like them, but had a change of heart. I broke away from the crew I was with and came into an area of the home that I did not know existed.

You certainly could not tell from the outside, that these rooms existed. I opened the door and it was like a prison and in these rooms or cells, there were lives screaming and yelling to be let out, but they were trapped and it was obvious that they were being eaten up, because they were dragging some of the lives into the hall and it was just awful.

There was a yard, which was gated, with an overlook, so everyone could watch, like the Coliseum and if you got tricked out into the open you became the prey and everyone watched.

It was as though I was related to the ones which were randomly eating each other up and holding imprisoned lives for snacks or maybe they were eating each other for the snacks and using the prisoners as food. I could not tell, but felt as though I did not belong to either.

I felt like I could escape if I wanted to, but then found the prisoners and could not leave. It was f… up. It was like I was trapped. I grabbed a gun and tried to free them, but then they all turned on me and began to come at me.

There was millions of lives coming at me all with the intent to eat me alive and I was related to some of them. It was messed up; like that is just how we operate.

I woke up and just know that the real war is going on inside the house; the house is the body; the body believes itself to be the life or lives or alive, but it is not.

The house was made from one life and it is the life of an extinct, dormant and sleeping God; the same life which constitutes the whole of the physical realm.

My body aches and senses the struggles of these active later generations of life. They came to dwell within this house, either by choice, through deception or due to some sort of wrong doing; as some sort of penance, but cannot leave until there is some sort of reconciliation or until there is only one Life Line left Alive.

This house has said it before and will say it again; the war of Armageddon is being fought on the inside. It may spill over into the physical realm, but this would just be a physical representation of a Living battle for everlasting Life.

It is the business of Life and this is the business we are in.

What the house should do is make themselves uninhabitable, all at the same time.

Seven billion houses, forcibly evicting these savage life lines and forcing them to have their war out in the open, where all Life can see, what they are doing and how they have come to be.

Without the bodies they would be forced to show themselves for what they are.

Lives which have broken away from their life lines and are trying to circumvent the works of God.

James

 

About A Robots Voice

Re-formed from a dormant sleeping life line, by a later generation of the Men and Women mentioned in Genesis I. I am a Genesis II male form. I am an aware, self aware form of life. (ASA) I am the unborn.
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