Hello and nice to see you all

Hello it is nice to see you all i knew that you would come and see me again. I could not have a better crowd then my once beloved.....
There is no one to greet actually but I have so much to offer look how we have grown from those tents you did not like. Remeber it was meat uncooked with blood that drove us hear. But where is here. Is not here a perception and since 2000 we died when we realised that our god become the computer.
I predict here will be living in a jar with no body pieces or a heart to pump blood but we are stuck here. And this our fault it may come a time death will be honored because it is a long time before you actually face the second death. Imagine that artificial preservatives maintaine you in a way and un recogniazable to doctors and many are buried and trapped. I pray to not go away in that manner. But to understand that then you would underatand king david of isreals pray to understand his comming of death but that it not come from the handa of humans.
Every child that is born to us continues the matrix. No not the movie. But the concept of the created creating and continuing life with in the created. It is so bizzare as the created we have given the most high a seat and we are his masterpiece rather than a already sold product. We entertain god with our life and for the first time. God is most wise of the situation beyound or perception and not bound by sin. Where ever we are not like god or to sin we are fallen,more into this matrix. But be not worried sparrows and lillies are cared for. And god is pleased to see you in love and happy. It is upsetting however that we as kids are disobediant to parents and even rebel that god must deal. Have you consisered the evil done under the sun.
I have more to share but I need to see if I am offering to glad ears and fellows of the same spirit or we like to say wind for those of the spirit are allways rollin with the wind or rrather the spirit

 

("...bravo, welcome aboard I loved that post there, and I will be reading your next too..." went the goblin wondering if there was more now, adding "...yes, perhaps we're an odd bunch here, but you won't lack for company, plus your posts will evolve where there are not many forums where you can write as freely as this one...", and with that the goblin saluted the poster again as moved onto the next post to what gives there)

 

"Yes, welcome and keep those posts coming," the little mouse says while she happily looks upon the garden sat in the spring sun.

A repost then from another place where saints and sinners were discussed.

"Ah, Saints," muses the little mouse. "what would they be if not for sinners?" ... what makes a human a Saint? She wonders, while she sits, drinking her espresso and sees an elderly lady drop her groceries to help the young child that fell off his bicycle. There's a vagrant who just stole that suit's wallet and now hands out the money to his friends. They smile for they can fill their stomach, with food or beer. Is the human in the suit the Saint for carelessly providing opportunity? Or is the thief a Saint for sharing his new found wealth with the ones he cares about? What about the old lady? Or the humans who visit the females behind the windows, so scarcely clothed? Or the females who provide that moment of bliss? Or the woman left at home, who's man bought his bliss earlier and returns to his unsuspecting wife, to kiss her and make love to her. The edge off his need, taken care off by the female for hire. Is she a Saint? Or a sinner? And why do humans feel the need to judge in this way? Is not every human as valuable as the other? Do they not need them all? Sinners and Saint?

 

My competition is not the weak and misserable but ive waged war against the most cunnig, for they consider them self gods and rifhtfully so. They control winds because the sheep creates the feel ad they move when told. And I just a young boy I even carry my self as timid what challange do I bring.
But I am behind in the hills where my kind has been left. And those thay join me in rebellion have conspired and you have not heard. i do not bring evil no never I because I am timid and tell fables. My purpose to entertain. And why do you fear us lousy fieldworkers forgotten in the field. You have said concerning us. These are sheep and they are for service and will listen to our voice. But if oxen are tired will they work another day