I remember feeling like I had a particular calling. I remember the many times that normal became great. Whether that was due to my natural charisma or work, I can not say. I notice that same thing may be what draws demons. My light? If I was anymore unlucky I may be dead or in a extremely bad situation. My mind has twirled around this subject for a life time. I gaze at the sun and flex the beans of sun with my eyes. The energy it brings me is not queer and the familiar warmth is gratifying. My conclusions about being blessed may not be summed up in short words.
I think that my short life span and the irritation of having completed my goals with people clutching to me. During which time I have tried to come to grips with who I am. I hide it, my hatred for the things I face puts things in perspective. Demons and wrong doers.
What is a lighter? I noticed the symbols in my hand change. The idea struck me immediately, the symbol looks similar to… A lighter kind of like a zippo. So the question remains who are these other supposed “white” lighters. I already have the feeling for what you are. So I have decided to see you. Speaking loudly about what your calling is makes me laugh. Funny how all of what you are “called” to do seems similar to me. I can guess which of the seven deadly sins you come from.
The seals or different gates of hell: My symbols make me a protector, I may have many titles. Your names will be burned into nothing and you will be known as false prophets and traitors. Oblique.
The serious tone of my thoughts do not match my surroundings. But when you live in reality you can not always escape the regular nuisances of life. My not quite irritated thoughts try to find happiness in being severely out numbered. The pain associated with having this title is not always mind bending. The worry of trying to fulfill my and the Lord’s expectations are not always crippling. The self doubt is not to troubling. So I challenge it.