"It Peaked."

"I can't fight this feeling any longer" -- some old love song *barf*

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So I mentioned in my last entry how I couldn't understand why I felt alone yesterday, and I had no intention of anything getting out about it, but in a clippy conversation with Ry about the facts of life and who we are, it did. The strange thing is that he was feeling the same thing yesterday. It was some small comfort to know that Ry knew what I was talking about. Also, suffice it to say, Kyte and I had a small arguement that turned into something huge, but in the end it was just another angle on the same affect. Moliver, while I do not know what his stance was, was perceptive enough, and wise enough -- praise the Lord, to make the first intercession; one between Kyte and myself.

With the first overflow of the strange feeling said and done with, we all headed inside to go to bed, but it wasn't long before the next stage of this unseen battle began...
All of us were in our places, and for some reason I felt a tinge of desire; one I hadn't felt in quite some time. "Hey," I said, sitting up on my pallet, "How about whenever we part ways for the night, or go to bed, we pray?" I received a general sort of concurrence, and after several moments, we did pray. Me, Ry, Moliver, Kyte, in that order, and when Kyte prayed, I started to see strange things.

Now, I find it important for me to disclose the fact that I have been seeing strange things lately. Lights, visions, people out of the corner of my eye; the last of these being something I haven't seen in a long time (I'll not be surprised when the shadows return, Jon), and it wasn't the last of the honest list. As Kyte prayed, I felt strange, and I saw several flames like cupped candles form a lowercase b again and again, and when I shrugged it out of my mind, it did it again. Then I saw a wave of these lights pass by me, radiating out in a circle, and growing in number and intensity. When they passed, I looked down and saw these lights forming an elaborate box-cross. Another wave passed me, and I saw the cross again from another height, and I saw lights further out towards the darkened horizon. I felt lowered, I felt lifted, and then lowered again.

When I first saw these things, I thought of Brady, and it worried me, but I know that it may symbolize something good to come of something humanly bad. I'll just have to keep it in prayer. Moving on, though, when we finished praying, I mentioned it, and then we noticed the strength of the enemy pressing in all around us, and we prayed, and prayed, and then when we felt we were unable to do it, and fear was conquering us, we went to the girls, and they prayed with us.
The enemy is moving; we must, too.