done

There is nothing else to voice here.

There is no Breath with which to.

The stages gone through along this way have been, each of them, chronologically very lengthy.

There is no sense the current plane would not follow the same pattern.


Part of what Jesus did was parry and block.

Then it was time for His hands to come down.

And they did.

"There is a time to live and a time to die...a time to kill and a time to heal...a time to break down and a time to build up...a time to mourn and a time to dance...a time to rend and a time to sew"

A time to publish and advance, and a time to relent.



I have no idea if there will be a time to speak again.

It's not now, and honestly I couldn't care less if there ever is.


If there is, it would be in a different place.

Another place was set up a while back, when resurrection seemed more.

It was set up fully public, not private or requiring permission. Yet it's realized some would not wish to view, and so the name isn't put here openly. It would be easily findable and accessible for any wishing to find it.

If it remains largely void, so be it. If something were to genesis, so be it.

The duration of stages is so unbelievably lethargic.

There are no promises besides.


Jesus had a new body upon resurrection. If resurrection were possible, so would I.

Goodbye.