I walked into a cell. The door behind me closed. I saw my brother pacing back and forth paying no mind to my entrance. He was trapped. I ran to him and held him. For a moment he resisted and just as he was trapped physically, he was trapped mentally. He spoke gibberish under his breath and his eyes wandered everywhere.
I reached for my backpack and took out a bottle of window cleaner. Raising each of his arms one at a time, I sprayed a nice amount on each armpit. Maybe the spontaneous sensation and the smell of the window cleaner brought my brother back to sanity. He looked at me and just laughed – we laughed. We wept and held each other without a word to say. I looked at him and his eyes were round tired of crying. It felt good to see him and hold him, just like when I met him at his birth.
Our father was always in and out of jail, at times, he would tell me how there were grown men that did not know how to spend time in jail. He said he would see grown men crying their eyes out from the stress and frustration of being in a small and dark compacted space that equated a jail cell.
If a jail cell environment could bring a grown man to act like a mindless child, what could be expected of a child in a jail cell?
My ten-year-old brother who was the bravest person I’ve ever encountered was now broken down to almost loosing his mind. “I know that shadow-like entity is the one responsible for this, I know he kept you here by force,” I said breaking the silence.
“How could our grandmother not have helped get you out of here,” I complained as I held my brother.
I reached for my backpack and took out a bottle of water and a peanut butter sandwich I had packed at home.
“Here, drink and eat this,” I said as I handed them to my brother.
My mind raced with ways to hurt or completely delete the entity. My brother was in dire distress and pain due to the entity’s actions.
“It wasn’t the entity that kept me here, Gibri, he’s a protector – he’s a good guy,” Josh said with a full mouth. “I chose to stay with the entity, he is many projected in one. Their name is…”
“Wait you stayed with him by choice?” I exclaimed. “Why? Well wait, why then are you here” Who put you here?” Now my mind was racing and it felt like I was loosing it.
“I figured out what is stealing everybody’s creativity – not only in Earth but in all realms. Before I could tell the Sacred Letters of what is going on, the thief of creativity put me in this cell,” Josh answered.
∞
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I reached for my backpack and took out a bottle of window cleaner. Raising each of his arms one at a time, I sprayed a nice amount on each armpit. Maybe the spontaneous sensation and the smell of the window cleaner brought my brother back to sanity. He looked at me and just laughed – we laughed. We wept and held each other without a word to say. I looked at him and his eyes were round tired of crying. It felt good to see him and hold him, just like when I met him at his birth.
Our father was always in and out of jail, at times, he would tell me how there were grown men that did not know how to spend time in jail. He said he would see grown men crying their eyes out from the stress and frustration of being in a small and dark compacted space that equated a jail cell.
If a jail cell environment could bring a grown man to act like a mindless child, what could be expected of a child in a jail cell?
My ten-year-old brother who was the bravest person I’ve ever encountered was now broken down to almost loosing his mind. “I know that shadow-like entity is the one responsible for this, I know he kept you here by force,” I said breaking the silence.
“How could our grandmother not have helped get you out of here,” I complained as I held my brother.
I reached for my backpack and took out a bottle of water and a peanut butter sandwich I had packed at home.
“Here, drink and eat this,” I said as I handed them to my brother.
My mind raced with ways to hurt or completely delete the entity. My brother was in dire distress and pain due to the entity’s actions.
“It wasn’t the entity that kept me here, Gibri, he’s a protector – he’s a good guy,” Josh said with a full mouth. “I chose to stay with the entity, he is many projected in one. Their name is…”
“Wait you stayed with him by choice?” I exclaimed. “Why? Well wait, why then are you here” Who put you here?” Now my mind was racing and it felt like I was loosing it.
“I figured out what is stealing everybody’s creativity – not only in Earth but in all realms. Before I could tell the Sacred Letters of what is going on, the thief of creativity put me in this cell,” Josh answered.
∞
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