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War of the Sons of Light against the Sons of Darkness*

Please pardon the intrusion, it is Michael here. I must apologize for my brother Uri – he is at times intrusive and lacking the proper decorum for one of our kind. Some call him edgy and vulgar. I myself see him as young and impulsive.

His view of the human he has been mandated to protect is somewhat inappropriate. We normally do not discuss our humans lives in public, and least not in a such an open forum like what you humans refer to as a “blog”. I must admit to a tinge of embarrassment in what is being openly shared amongst you humans these days over cyber space. With the simple entry of a mere word an entire world opens up at your fingertips. What is this portal called? Giggle? Oh, no, Google. It’s as if “knowledge” is dispersed from an unauthenticated source yet is received as gospel (if only the real gospel was heard again). If you desire an opinion on any subject (or person for that matter) you only have to type it in and hit send.

It is my wish to return this forum to its rightful author. Uri is not happy about the loss of his cyber pulpit. However he has more important things to do and has agreed to return to his duties as guardian angel for Jamie.

Please excuse my forwardness. However in this moment I’d like to ask that you place your attention on the present state of your planet and its occupants. Just see what interactions are occurring between the humans; experience the vibrations of humanity. Are they calming? Is there less divisiveness? Less war? Less hunger? What is happening right before your eyes? And what part do you play? What role do you take on or not? What choices do you make and how do they impact your life? Your world? What kind of impact are you having on the Earth? Do you side with the Light?*

In any case these are simply questions. Not meant to inflict judgment or even a point of view. Just respectfully asking while I have your undivided attention. Again, my sincere apologies if I have offended in any way (and of course for Uri’s behavior).

With the greatest love and respect,

Michael

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