Ever since I returned from Haiti, and it has been a long time, I’ve felt this presence. I can’t really describe it, but I can feel it. It’s not bad, nor is it good, it is just there. Always there.
I think it is the spirit of the motherfucker whose throat I slit. Don’t fuck with Yabu when he’s under the influence.
I went to see the Twins. One was good, and one was evil, and each was mysterious.
Serviteurs both.
I put some ying-yang on those bitches, and everything went weird from there. Been weird ever since.
As of late…the presence is stronger.
I’m just saying.
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So, what purpose does this presence have? Are you sure it is who you think it is?
Kelly,
I’m not sure, and I’m not sure.
How do you know it’s there?
And that’s a serious question…perhaps you can tell intent by how the presence is showing itself? Perhaps it’s a guardian of some kind…I get those sometimes…but that would bring one to the question of why you need to be guarded so closely right now….