The night before battle causes tremendous reckoning. Any soldier will tell you that. Tomorrow might be your last. Hopefully you can look back on a life well lived. If not, there will be sorrow. I felt like throwing up. I knew I would.
John taught me the art of illusion as part of my resurrectionist training. I gained the ability to shroud my true thoughts and confuse the inhabitants of hell. They could never gain true sight into my soul and mind. I learned to project phantom images of wickedness and evil while allowing the love in my soul to continue burning. It was tricky business. Slipping up meant the possibility of being consumed by my evil projections, giving them life and making them reality.
All humans experience negative thoughts. It's not until mind falls away and we reach a st
