Chapter 17: “Truth” Without Compassion Is BRUTALITY

And it came to past one day, after the existential Schism had completely ripped the body into two, that James finally decided to give up his quest.

You see, without renewal or support from fellow camp hosts, James’ forehead was carved with stress marks & sheer exhaustion. He simply had no more energy to give & the desire to had begun to fade.

After years of persistence & earnest diligence, the cost of participation rose to an unthinkable-ly high level & James cried out to The IS.

He walked out into the campground on a camper-less night, in the wee hours and looked up into the crystal-clear twilight. He spoke these words into the Air,from his heart;

” Why,IS,Why? I’ve been so careful to follow your instructions to a “T” , tried to be kind (excluding one arrogant Shaman) to strangers- even when they gleefully roasted me with the term “Faggot STARboy”- I did not retaliate.”

James went on to list for The Is all the many insane, perverse harrasments he had been receiving since accepting this task from Her.

James’ unsteady outcry was heard in that divine moment,just as the Rising Sun began peaking over the horizon.

For the IS had been paying special attention to James- inspiring him specifically to do something he did not wish to & the cause of The Schism: opening up & share his Craft in a public forum.

The IS did not plan to let James go during his onslaught for stepping out.

The IS had no intention of allowing her progeny to suffer unjustly at the keystrokes of talking monkees either.

Divine retribution was now called for.

The IS- in her infinite wisdom – wrapped James in a blanket of ecstatic,loving support while She went to work on a Grand Plan.

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