Writing according to the Muse
It's funny how inspiration comes and goes. A short time ago there was a burst of inspiration where a certain amount of prophetic inspiration flowed forth. But then it stopped. Why? I cannot entirely say, but in large part the fault rests on me. I have a propensity to allow frustration to turn into anger over little things that shouldn't matter. I see that as an assault from the hells, a direct assault on my spirit and my flaw is that I allow those spirits to possess me in moments of frustration. That turns into the most inappropriate anger that is always targeted on God. It is appalling and it is most certainly from hell. You see, we allow the spirits from hell into our consciousness. They love to impersonate us, because they are of death and the only life they feel is what they take from us when we permit them to get close to our loves. Even more so when they possess us because we invite them in, by failing to recognize the deception and falsity that they invert int...