... repentance ...

[*clack*clack*clack*clack*bleeeep*[rattling noise]*bwuip]

"Command Functions ... checking"


OK. God is unhappy with me. He's like ... giving me clear, very clear signals that I'm annoying Him in some way. Like a man would about a wife that's always complaining. So, behind her back of course. So ... I have to take a bold step forward and be like: "My feet aren't going to lick themselves!" - and I sure as shit won't drag those who got to to the respective occasion.

So I would hope that ... well. We should establish some top-level understanding ... Griffin Banner out ... so, that all obfuscations aside ... I'm the Queen and there's no way around that. Sure - if anyone holds a legitimate claim we'll hear them - and if I'm a fraud you'll get to deal with me accordingly. I would think that the severity of my transgressions couldn't be of any cause for concern to me - but my sensitivities aren't the ones that matter here.

So. Israel is mine and I reclaim the House of the Lord. Repent. Preach of the Lord in the Light of the Father. Help the Athena Doctrine, help the development of the Gnostic Foundation.


In following the Lord, you're helping me already. As part of the fold, even more so.
Help me ... help each other ... to greatness!
With the Lord!


Amen!