progress. So they say “hello” and flash you their teeth and talk about the weather, but that is about as deep as it gets. Are there regenerate children of the Most High among this group? You’re not sure. Jesus told a story about this exact thing. The weeds would grow up with the crop til the very end. Until then it would be almost impossible to distinguish between the two. So it’s not your place to judge. It’s Iahweh’s job to recognise his own. The task he has given you is to carry out the government of the Empire on these people – to love them. There is a handful of people that understand you. They don’t seem to fit in either. You don’t see them all that much, but when you do, you recognise each other almost instantly. It’s like coming home, and there is so much to talk about! You swap adventures. You might be talking to a seventy-five year old woman, but she laughs like a teenager and her eyes sparkle when she tells you how she finally understood what the Moving Stillness has been trying to teach her. You tell one of your friends about something you read in the Book that excited you, and ask them what they think it means. It’s only afterwards that you realise you’ve been conversing with an eleven year old boy. There is an ageless quality about these people. They don’t seem old, but they don’t seem young either. Rich or poor, sick or well, young or old, the thing that binds you together is that you all want to know Iahweh for who he is, to push deeper into his heart. Together you try to understand and unravel what the Book says about the Final Season. This is what you gather: Somewhere in the dimensions of Planet Earth, invisible to the naked eye, there is a genie, humbled, destroyed, alone. He has no power, no influence and no authority. If the other ginn
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