The 8-year mission is over. It ends here.
I write in command of the Sacred. When there is no order, I naturally stop.
It is not free will. I write because I have to write. When I am done, I stop writing. Imagine, I managed to write an ebook in 2017. Where did the compulsion go?
So it is confirmed that I am just a subject of the Sacred. No more mystery and enigma to be uncovered. Hence, I recede.
Not even for the joy of writing. I am a servomechanism. Upon order, I stop.
It is quite timely too. Everything is calculated to the minute.
Now I know what my bounties are. The detail doesn't matter. What counts is the synchronicities are on track.
So if I want to according to the Sacred am to write the events as they unfold.
That will be nice. Surely this is not the end of it. The second phase has just begun. Definitely, the events will be revealed as we move along.
For sure as I write with joy, it will start coming back to me. I should not force these sorts of things. Let it come.
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