said. "For this mess is yours to clean. The
Lord will not be sending help at this time."
Wailing harder, the angels continued.
"What you do now with the mess you have
made will determine whether or not the
Lord will EVER come to your aid! If you so
desire such help, we suggest with all
earnestness that you bring this true
contrition from a subconscious level to your
conscious world and stop wreaking havoc
with God's will all around you." He was
hyperventilating between tears. "And then,
you must not only stop such wreaking, but
you will have to repair - as much as is
possible - the damage you have already
done! Do you understand?" He nodded,
"Yes."
He tried to hand me a broom to start
sweeping up these bugs which were coming
in from everywhere, hoping I might still
help him because of my deep and true caring
for his soul. But the angels would not allow
me to take it. "The Lord has specifically
bidden that you shall ask no more sacrifice
of her for your own gain. She will not be
allowed to assist you. May I suggest you
take the broom yourself and get to work
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