When I was a very young child, my nightmares were terrifying. The places they would take me in my powerless vulnerability forced my eyes and heart open to see truths underlying everything while I was so aware of my powerless vulnerability.
I witnessed the torture and murdering, the tearing apart of pure goodness and repeated rape of innocent virginities by an unfathomable lust and rage against beauty that not even killing countless numbers could appease in evil’s insatiably-craving hunger.
Why show me these things – as if I were a soul that had been hopping through lifetimes, leaping frantically while seeking where it could at last find safety in emerging?
I was an isolated unit called by great purpose, but left disconnected from my sisters and brothers to discern meaning.
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