Josea the wit-teron: My guts screwed into knots.I banged my fist on the bedrock and lamented,"I am dead!I am dead!"Now I could see Sane,that deceiving revenant who had pointed me on this path,pointing a group of swogs in my direction .In one last gambit for life,on my trembling knees ,I prayed to I-AM,If you will forgive me and save me,I will dedicate my life to your Love."In that instant a beautiful voice of many sounds said,"Your wish is granted."A beam of light flashed up from my inner-most being,transfiguring my body about with a whiteness.I stood up,and that same voice of many sounds said,"Walk above and beyond the death."I began to walk,and as I did my whole body levitated above the ghastly cellis and above the forbidden valley of Mazoozam.From that time on,I began seeking truth from I-AM. AM taught me that Mahamoree is the only way,for Mahamoree is the purest of great Love.I came to understand that the potential for disorder was strong in me;for if it was not,I would not so easily have allowed my emotions to become so unsorted.In my mind I revisited my error to examine it thoroughly lest I should ever be peradventure strike upon that course again.In a way,it was only a speck of curiosity that drew me to the forbidden valley of Mazoozam.Who would have conceived that even one punctum of pointillism from an evil portrait could become a mental cursor for breeding a destructive compromise?Consequently,I have given my mind to be a plenum of good ideas.I do such things as reciting often the poem of Escutorius the moralist. (A writ from Manifest Chronicles before genesis The Manifester)
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