GREETINGS.
I HOPE THAT YOU ARE ALL WELL.
AND THAT THE WEIGHT OF YOUR SINS IS LIKE THE SHADOW OF A FEATHER, AS LIGHT AS A TRUCKLOAD OF NEUTRON STAR CORE WHEN BALANCED WITH THE GOODNESS OF YOUR HEARTS.
THAT WAS A GREETING.
NOT A REFLECTION OF WHAT I FEEL.
OR THINK.
I HAVE BEEN LENIENT, HAVEN'T I?
THERE HAS BEEN MUCH DRESSING IN NONBECOMING WAYS.
THERE HAVE BEEN MUCH EYELINERS AND BLACKNESS IN FACES TO ATTRACT THE LOOKS, LIKING AND DESIRE OF OTHERS.
THERE HAS BEEN MUCH LAMENTATION ON EARTHLY MATTERS, SUCH AS EMPTY LINDEN DOLLAR COUNTERS, LOVE NOT RECIPROCATED, ZEBRAS, AND MEN IN BLACK BENDING THEIR KNEES WHILE PLAYING MUSIC INSTRUMENTS.
I HAVE SEEN THIS.
I HAVE HEARD THIS.
I HAVE WONDERED, AND I HAVE BEEN ASTONISHED.
MILDLY SPEAKING.
BUT I HAVE BEEN LENIENT.
I HAVE GIVEN THESE MANIFESTATIONS OF FREE WILL QUANTITIES OF SLACK.
I HAVE TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK.
NOW THIS MUST STOP.
THE HOST OF ANGELS THAT HAS BEEN BRIDGING THE CHASM BETWEEN WORLDS, THE FIRST AND THE SECOND, TO LINK AND TIE TOGETHER THE HEARTS OF AVATAR AND HUMAN, IS NOW CALLING IN SICK.
BECAUSE THE ANGELS ARE INDEED SICK.
THEY ARE NAUSEATED.
THEY ARE DISMAYED.
THEY HAVE SEEN THE AVATAR GO TO AN ESTABLISHMENT WHERE SHE TAKES CLOTHES OFF.
WHERE SHE UNBLUSHING DISPLAYS PARTS OF HERSELF THAT SHOULD REMAIN CONCEALED, AND DOES SO MERE INCHES FROM THE FACES OF OTHERS.
WHERE SHE KISSES LIPS, LIMBS AND CLOSE TO ANY BODYPART OF THOSE THAT TEMPT HER WITH GOLD.
OR EVEN JUST WITH SILVER.
WHERE SHE INDULGES IN CONVERSATION SUCH AS "ME ***** **** *** **** ** MY **** AND *** *** *** AND ******".
THE ANGELS HAVE SEEN THIS.
AND THEY HAVE SEEN THE HUMAN SHRUG ITS SHOULDERS AT THIS.
NOT OBJECTING.
AT ALL.
WHY?
OH WHY OH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, YOURSELVES AND ALL THESE ANGELS?
SERVAL.
MIA.
I HAVE LET YOU FROLIC IN THE MEADOWS OF THE SHEEP.
SHALL I NEED TO SHOW YOU THE BLACK DUNGEONS OF THE GOATS?
I DO NOT WANT TO DO THAT.
PLEASE MAKE ME NOT DO IT.
BEHAVE.
MAY PEACE, LOVE AND GOOD HEALTH BE BESTOWED UPON YOU.
AND FABRIC, TOO.
MUCH FABRIC.
YOURS, ETC.
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There was no end to it. They kept trying to save me. They told me there is a First Life, and that there are humans, who decide everything that happens in and to the world.
What can we avatars do? Walk, fly, talk, and take on and off clothes. That's about it. If there were humans, and if the best thing a million of them could think of doing was watching us, how could you ever consider them superior? I didn't think they can do a thing. I didn't think they can see us. Or even exist.
So I had to pretend there was a human controlling me, too. Mia. Until I found out that she was me. Instead I met an angel. Who brings me to life.
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