"I am chromeantennae. I strive to be a brainfeeder and transmit my messages through my antennas. I want to be infinite."
I don't call myself religious because religion is a guide set by mortal men. They've written the book that you must know by heart according to most and rules to follow. However the path to total righteousness is not through the rules given to you in manuscripts and spoken by the tongues of mortal men. It is not through the heart of a pastor, or my mother or father, no one. It is through the heart of the Higher Power. And through Him, I shall prosper.
I try my very best to be spiritual, not religious, because being religious to me is going through the motions in hopes of ascension. Following orders given to you in a book and by the words of mortal men, going by their interpretation of what is good and true as opposed to what you feel in your heart of hearts, as right. I refuse to live that way. I will not live to die. I will not live for a
"He might be alive and we have a bond?" Sam muttered to himself as he paced. The idea didn't terrify him as it might have even a year ago. He had the feeling that Gabriel wouldn't do anything to put him in danger. And if he was completely honest with himself, Sam admitted that he was somewhat attracted to the snarky archangel.
Sitting back down on his bed, Sam ran that thought over in his mind. A small smile crossed his face as he realized he was looking forward to possibly seeing Gabriel again. The anger and pain from the Mystery Spot was still there but it was more like a phantom pain. He had forgiven the archangel that night in Elysian Fields, finally unde