This is a Jungian story.
In this chapter, we feel the heat of Leviathan and have our bones broken by Behemoth as we walk the path of the desert prophet.
It boggles the mind the power of the infernal here in the dragon’s kitchen. I can’t let anything come between me and God.
The Jaliscan dream was never mine.
I’m grateful for the ear of the Little One’s friend, but I doubt she will be able to help.
The universe is trying to bring Daddy down as Israel is surrounded by wolves.
God is not going to let them take the Little One.
She will never accept her role in my pain, so I will just have to accept that this is the way of my things.
Something tells me this won’t be settled soon, but it when it is, it will be so in a big way.
So in the meantime, I can only focus on this last desert ride.
I’d love to see her smile one last time before my devil dance glory in Jerusalem.
Alternate title: How to live an 11-song tracklist in 17 days
