I write;I think;I know.

Argha Noah

"He's not wrong," said my cat. "Yet there are some who seek to take the Michael."

"That is," said my other cat, "not good."

"No," said my cat, "in doing do they seek to cause him to deny his true nature."

"It's the intersect," said my other cat, "if he denys himself then they may control the reality beyond his objective experience."

"Which is unfair," said my cat, "and not nice."

"Certainly," agreed my other cat, "yet if they accept him and what he is saying then they have to admit they are wrong."

"He may be prepared," said my cat, "to accept he is in error, yet they will fight to maintain their erroneous points of view."

"He just has to," said my other cat, "let himself go."

"What do you mean," said my cat, "by that."

"I mean he has to say what he has to say," said my other cat, "regardless of how he percieves how those words may be interpreted."

"Yet he won't" said my cat.

"I think he's getting to the point," said my other cat, "where he will."

"I hope he does," said my cat, "a golden age beckons if only the other will release him from the chains in which they have bound him."

"It's not easy," said my other cat, "to admit you're guilty of a crime against God."

"Yet he did," said my cat.

"Indeed," said my other cat, "and in admitting that he planted a seed of peace that will allow his children to grow and to become in a different reality to the world of unfair in which he grew."

"I don't think," said my cat, "the others are ready to accept the message."

"I think they are," said my other cat, "although the marketing of the term anti-christ has embeded certain perceptions in the mind of man."

"Then we begin with the flood," said my cat.