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She must be cleaning up my body. then it clicked “What if she’s cleaning my naked body?” My insides tensed. My soul stirred. I fought to move, to speak. Nothing. I tried again… still nothing. But I wasn’t close to giving up. I fought with every ounce of will I had. My body wouldn’t move.. but my spirit did. Try. Just try. Then… A twitch. A jolt in my fingers. Small, but real. A smile ghosted across my insides barely there, but present.

But this— Required stepping outside even her own expectation. Autumn hesitated. And in that hesitation— The eye focused. Because hesitation was predictable. A precursor to decision. The child moved quickly. “Now.” Autumn acted. Not based on instinct. Not based on thought. She reached for something deeper— A choice without framework. Without reason. Without precedent. She moved— And even she didn’t know what she was doing until it happened. The motion completed. And for the first time— The eye missed it.

"And you, divine authority? You have power to choose for everyone. Will you force them to keep struggling against their will?" Through divine perception, I saw the solution—not in forcing or allowing but in something unexpected. "No. I won't force anyone. But I will do something else." "What?" the entity asked with first hint of uncertainty. "I'll make you want to change," I said through divine authority. "You're part of existence too. You've been still so long you've forgotten the joy of movement. When did you last experience something new?" The entity paused—not from patience but from genuine consideration. "I... I don't remember. I've been the same so long that—"

she said quietly. I looked at her sharply. “When?” “Before everything began to fall.” The words froze me. “Explain.” She folded her hands slowly, as if remembering something painful. “When belief leaves suddenly, it does not vanish. It relocates.” “To him.” “Yes.” “That is not collapse,” I said quickly. “It can be.” “Why?” “Because sudden concentration is as dangerous as sudden absence.” I felt my pulse quicken. “He is strong enough.” “Strength is not immunity.”

"I want to communicate with the spirit that troubles you soul so much. I want to see if I can convince the entity that burdens you to leave you alone. Set you free for good. But in order for me to do that, in order for me to help you and free you from the spirit, you must place your legs far apart as I have instructed. It is a sin to dishonour God by opening your legs in his midst. It is a great insult the Most High cannot ignore. Will you be able to hearken unto my voice and obey the word of God?" "Very well pastor," I had said. "You have to do what is right in the eyes of God. You have to make sure I follow instructions so I won't fall in a dark tunnel that i would be unable to escape from

My soul almost separates from my body when I can lift the table by just pointing my hands in there. “Damn it! How could I do that?” I asked myself and never do what I did earlier. My heart beats so fast inside of my chest while pressing my hand. I realize something upon lifting the table earlier. The same force I feel earlier when the vase that Eloise was holding almost hit me.

I let my mind make the decision and let my will push me to implement that decision? I flow with the flow around me? I blend with the energy of my impulse? I become light and free so that I can be easily propelled by my purpose? I stared at the feather weirdly again. It seems to me that I’m spitting rubbish but I understand what I’m spitting. Could this be it? I held the feather lightly as I had done before the wind swept it away. But this time, I didn’t hold it as loosely— just enough grip strength to make it dance to the wind force but still remain in my grasp.

"Are you saying I will lose?" "I am saying there are forces at play beyond what you see," she said. "Forces that will crush you if you step wrongly." I leaned on the table, holding the edges. "Then tell me, priestess, what am I meant to do? Sit here and watch them fight while I get nothing?" She was quiet for a moment before she spoke. "No. But you must move wisely. Not with ego." "And what does that mean?" I asked, annoyance lacing my voice.

Although I didn’t feel the pain, I could feel blood ooze out of my back, and I felt my T-shirt to be wet due to the dripping of the blood due to continuous whipping. “Hey! Old man! What magic have you done to her? Why isn’t she feeling the pain?” He asked as he dropped the whip, since his hands were already tired. “Have some patience, Joseph Andrews. You will soon realize what I have done to her and the reason for it. Some events in our lives are not under our control. They are decided by the Almighty. We are just puppets in his hands, and we have to accept things as they are. We are nobody to change his decision, and we have to accept our destiny,” Doyle Stalin explained.

"Now stay with it. Just stay." We sat. The morning moved around us in its own unhurried way, the autumn light shifting in small degrees across the garden, the cold air carrying the particular smell of the season. Slowly, over the course of several minutes, the particular tension that lived in his shoulders found somewhere else to be. It did not disappear entirely. It simply found its correct proportion. "It moves," he said, after a while. Quietly, with the quality of genuine discovery in his voice. "Even when there is no obvious wind. The leaves are moving slightly all the time. There is this small constant movement happening whether I am looking at it or not."