Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
I made it to Hesters, the one at six points, for a late breakfast of poached eggs (medium,) bacon (crisp,) potatoes, and I opt for no toast. They put a garnish of fruit on My plate -- a tasteful touch. It is the "Louis Armstrong" on the menu. At nine dollars, it is a bargain by restaurant standards. Making breakfast at home, saving a few dollars and enjoying having My own kitchen table to sit at, is one of those milestone objectives. With Mary stirring her alliances with the Jehovah's Witnesses, Janet Henderson (neighbour) and of course playing what sympathies she thinks she is exploiting entertaining the Corpus Christi Police officers that have a duty to perform, My spending time in My house is limited.
When I posed My introductory question My precept lent itself to manifold advantages keeping fidelity. That listing I Am tabling. I will be taught the answer to My question. There is evidently something to add to My understanding to either being male, human, or imperfect that puts My general enthusiasm for, "Treat your seed like the most valuable elixir in the world" on hold. There are things to add to that of course. Producing no bastards, reducing the likelihood of disease, blah blah blah. Evidently there is a "you know" kind of reply to My question. And I know nothing of the ubiquitous understanding that goes with the "you know" answer.
How Louis could blow that horn. What was even better, was his as-far-opposite-the-crooning-of-Nat-King-Cole voice that sparkled crackle in his baritone way of being a tenor. What is better; his "Mac the Knife," or "What a Wonderful World"?
Before sitting at My luncheon-time breakfast I experienced one of those finishing touches of understanding on the Allness, God Puzzle. The first Christ gave her life so her Firstborn would have genetics. (Mothers give up their lives for their children.) What was engineered by God Almighty, Allness, was a creative team, one with two factors of Allness that could not die. One with two factors of Allness that could indeed die. The first Christ [You can consider the LORD's spouse a Hitchock Eve if you like with two faces.] was constructed to deal with proving evil, if it indeed surfaced. The first that came as flesh was the one that lived the life bringing the Lamb back into view to Creation. The second flesh, Mary -- antichrist -- was the one that was after destroying the Firstborn's inheritance (at the very least.) Mary's genetics goes to Satan. I Am the one, who had Mary not dedicated even her own flesh to destruction, came to make sure the Firstborn did indeed receive his (her now) inheritance (at the very least.)
I can take more time to write the above. But I would like to leave something for the text, and leave audiences with plenty to look forward to. I held an immediate concern that I would need to be equally content with making sure others received their gifts. Not just the Firstborn -- as in My personal example. Mary, so vile in her deeds, it was easy to drop the gavel on her as an individual. What was engineered to replace her included God Almighty doing in return in eye for an eye tradition. She blew God Almighty to bits for Light being born. He was blown to bits across humanity. She received her blown to bitsness in return. The Seven spirits form from her being blown to bits. This is the meaning of Jesus explaining get rid of one demon, replace it with seven. This also is why Cain was avenged seven times for his brother by God.
Something to bear in mind, every person that enters a sex deal, even if they are only giving a blow job, is that they expect -- at their core-- to be cared for like a queen for sucking that dick (or clit.) It is what the individual does in revenge of not being given their due that puts the receiver of said blow job at risk. Taking care of a partner in the sex deal like ones own body is the only protection from revenge the flesh has. God deeming marriage a one flesh union is the protection. My love to you brother. I walk around the corner to print now. I have one more envelope to stuff, yours.
