spiritual warfare

  • Consequences of Division

    The demons had been unusually restless since the veil began to thin. They had always lived among us, although in earlier centuries they possessed the dignity to remain mostly invisible. They preferred cathedrals after midnight, the bedsides of dying kings, the corners of rooms where grief had been left unattended for too many years. They…

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  • Some people swear life happened to them. No. Sometimes life handed you a shovel and quietly stepped back to see what kind of person you really were. That is the part nobody wants to talk about. Because when somebody hands you a shovel, there are a thousand things you could build with it. You could…

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  • Some people get angry when my name is spoken. Others get quiet. Others laugh because they finally understand the joke. And then there is me. Sitting somewhere in the middle of the chaos laughing when certain names are spoken because life has a dark sense of humor once you survive enough of it. That is…

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  • I do not care to be liked. That sentence alone terrifies people more than rage ever could. Because people can handle anger. They can handle drama. They can handle someone screaming, crying, throwing chairs, posting paragraphs online like a wounded raccoon fighting for emotional custody of its own bad decisions. But a person who genuinely…

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  • Everybody worries about enemies. The loud ones. The jealous ones. The fake pages watching your stories at two in the morning like it is a full-time position with no benefits. People spend years looking over their shoulder for attacks coming from the outside. Meanwhile the real danger is sitting across from them asking if they…

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  • There is a strange kind of person in this world that thinks being ugly is a strategy. Not ugly in the face. Ugly in the spirit. The kind of ugly that smiles in your face while hoping your life falls apart quietly enough that nobody notices they wished for it. The kind of ugly that…

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  • It is written not in ink but in breath. There will rise among the ordinary a bearer of quiet fire.They will not crown themselves.They will not claim authority.They will walk unaware of the power folded inside their ribs. Where they stand, shadows will tremble. The deceiver will feel exposed before a word is spoken.The manipulator…

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