In transparent form, I flew off into
the vistas of the night praying and asking for
guidance as to what I should do next.
Everything seemed dark and dreary on the
edge of my defeat, and I didn't know where
to go. I'd done what I should, protect the
order, but had lost my place within the order
in the same mechanism.
As I flew invisibly through the streets
of the city, a large muscular man who was
jogging ran right up to me, taking my
invisible arm into his visible one. Conveying
telepathically that he had come to assist me
in re-proving my status as a member of the
warrior sect, I welcomed his assistance.
Spending several moments
evaluating his inner spheres, I knew without
a doubt that he'd been sent by the eternal,
and that he was not another clever ruse from
the dark side. Because I'd lost everything by
soaring through the tubes, in a sense, I had
momentarily even lost my identity.
Directing me to another location, the
scene of a staging of many initiants, all were
exhibiting their spiritual prowess. Many
battles of the spirit were occurring between
two at a time in several locations, these
things being done for the practice of spiritual
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