It’s me, the purpose, the creator, perfecting your understanding of many worlds. Come close with your ears and hear my story. The story is the birth of magic was before man, to make sure man survives their doings with their time here. It’s coming fast and swift with man not understanding, not admitting he is the culprit. Within the universe, by way of god, I bring understanding much closer to simple reality. Watch the night sky for a signal my friend. Close your eyes when making that wish causing me to see you blink.
With the purpose of saving man I speak of his demise with a miraculous prayer:
My children, my prayers are within you to seek yourself and become the man offered to you at inception. The prayer is yours to continue, but wiser men have found themselves without prayer, without my guidance, without my tongue guiding them. Listen to my words for they are yours to keep. Magic has collapsed without you talking completely to me. Half prayers are just that – half ideas are just that. Whole being is that which moves with task and understanding. Move forward, become my tongue, move with me and go forward with the ideas of your soul. My pleasure is yours, trust in me, trust in yourself, then move, understand that your that important and that man and god are one.
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