“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
Luke 23:34
I ask you to forgive them, although I am choked with rage.
Have mercy upon L. For he does not know who he is, nor what he is doing. He doesn’t know what reality is. He doesn’t know what he’s thinking or feeling.
Have mercy upon J.
For the same reason.
She has to wake up and go to bed believing she’s that personality. Part of her must be exhausted by her personality, or by what she’d call: “herself.” So aliented from spirit, from source.
They feel shitty things, and I make them feel shitty things by merely being, so they act in shitty ways to try to make me feel shitty too.
O father, have mercy upon their souls. The only pure parts of them.
For the hammer will find them too.
(Figuratively).