There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

What Matters Is Discovering Myself Under The Veneer, Under The Layers That Are Wrapped Around Me. There Are Two 'yous'; There's 'you', The Real You, And Then There's The Image.

The Light Had Simply And Utterly Destroyed The Darkness.

She Suddenly Began To Jump Up And Down, Screaming At The Top Of Her Lungs. "the Arks Are After Me! The Arks Are After Me! Help Me, The Arks Are After Me!" .... "the Arks! You Don't Understand, I Have The Ring And The Arks Are After Me!" .... (and So The Police Officer Is Puzzled Long Enough For Miriam And Seth To Escape)

It's Critical That We Use A Very Dark Brush To Paint Evil. When You Bring The Light Into That Darkness As Characterized In John 1, That Light Is Very Vivid. When It Dispels The Darkness, We See The Brilliance That's There.

Perfect, That's Our Plan Then. But You'll Have To Give Up Being A Priest First. I Wouldn't Want To Just Sit Around Whispering And Sipping Hot Chocolate.