As He told me, I took a pen and a sheet of paper.
As He told me, I dimmed the light and sat down.
As He told me, I started writing, and He did stand behind my back the whole time.
“This is over”
The only ritual I ever needed was the one to set myself free, alone in my room backed by the shadow of who I thought was my demon, but appeared to be my goddess, my Mother, right after I put the pen down. Since then, we talk often, She and I.
This is a true story, the one with a twist, a déjà vu, and a happy end. The producers should be getting ready for season 2. More gods and dragons, more blood, more sex )))
8 “Those who cling to worthless idols turn away from God’s love for them.