The Rise: Protective Spirits Abound
He lay under refuge, under assault, sick of the conflict, sick of what was happening, horrified and despairing at the state of everything, while dark forces and treachery and broken promises and an increasingly totalitarian government circled all around. It was wrong what they were doing, faring farewell, noticing a kaleidoscopic slight, haunted by demons which had entered the house, trapped in a situation he had allowed to happen, moving, moving fast. The sheets of coloured armour would wrap around him. It was essential to move on; to preserve safety. That's what they always said, take care of yourself first. But the nastiness, the viciousness, not just of the malfunctioning apparatchiks who had focused on him for reasons which sounded insane every time he tried to explain, so he lapsed back into silence. Silence. It was a safer place to be. But these words, the fragments of the threads that had been broken and then strung across low flung clouds, the contradictions, the c...