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Me: Okay God, here’s the thing. I’m scared. I’m trying not to be, but I am.

God: I know. Want to talk about it?

Me: Do we need to? I mean, you already know.

God: Let’s talk about it anyway…we’ve done this before.

Me: I know, I just feel like I should be bigger or stronger by now.

God: (waiting patiently, unhurried, undistracted, never annoyed.)

Me: Okay. So I’m afraid. I"m afraid I’ll do everything I can to protect my family and it won’t be enough. I’m afraid of someone I love getting sick or dying. I’m afraid my life is always going to feel a little bit unsettled and not get back to normal.

God: Anything else?

Me: EVERYTHING else!

God: Remember how your son woke up the other night and came running down the hall to your bedroom?

Me: Yes.

God: You were still awake. So when you heard him running, you started calling out to him before he even got to you….. remember? Do you remember what you called out to him?

Me: I said, “You’re okay! You’re okay! You’re okay!”

God: Why did you call to him? Why didn’t you just wait for him to get to your room?

Me: Because I wanted him to know that I was awake, and I heard him, and he didn’t have to be afraid until he reached the end of the dark hallway.

God: Exactly! I hear you, daughter. I hear your thoughts and fears racing like feet down the dark hallway. There’s another side to all that is happening in the world. I’m there already. I’ve seen the end of it. And I want you to know right here as you walk through it all, you’re okay! I haven’t gone to sleep. I’m here.

Me: crying. Can we sit together awhile? Can we just sit here a minute before I go back to facing it all?

God: There’s nothing I’d love more.

Me: Okay God, here’s the thing. I’m scared. I’m trying not to be, but I am. God: I know. Want to talk about it? Me: Do we need to? I mean, you already know. God: Let’s talk about it anyway…we’ve done this before. Me: I know, I just feel like I should be bigger or stronger by now. God: (waiting patiently, unhurried, undistracted, never annoyed.) Me: Okay. So I’m afraid. I"m afraid I’ll do everything I can to protect my family and it won’t be enough. I’m afraid of someone I love getting sick or dying. I’m afraid my life is always going to feel a little bit unsettled and not get back to normal. God: Anything else? Me: EVERYTHING else! God: Remember how your son woke up the other night and came running down the hall to your bedroom? Me: Yes. God: You were still awake. So when you heard him running, you started calling out to him before he even got to you….. remember? Do you remember what you called out to him? Me: I said, “You’re okay! You’re okay! You’re okay!” God: Why did you call to him? Why didn’t you just wait for him to get to your room? Me: Because I wanted him to know that I was awake, and I heard him, and he didn’t have to be afraid until he reached the end of the dark hallway. God: Exactly! I hear you, daughter. I hear your thoughts and fears racing like feet down the dark hallway. There’s another side to all that is happening in the world. I’m there already. I’ve seen the end of it. And I want you to know right here as you walk through it all, you’re okay! I haven’t gone to sleep. I’m here. Me: crying. Can we sit together awhile? Can we just sit here a minute before I go back to facing it all? God: There’s nothing I’d love more.

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Me: "Oh that was a great idea, oh yeah... Oh look at all those anti white variety niggers cheering at our programmed extinction.... All those fucktards, desert rat people, oh yeah that god chosen people too cheerleading that sea of fucking shits... Yeah you invented this too, fucking A, cherry on the shitcake. No really, wtf. It was that necessary, seriously? You really had to create those abominations, those fucken violently retarded murderers and degenerate scums? Oh yeah I'm sure the world would have been just worse without that... What the hell is wrong with you, why did you create all those pieces of trash? WHY???"

God:"..."

Me: "I mean don't act surprised when the whole place turns to absolute shit after that...That's like taking a crap in the punch bowl and act surprised that it tastes like shit. Seriously."

God:"..."

Me: "And you ask me and the rest of us to fix it. Pfff. That's like asking special need kids to win the fields medal, what did you expect?"

God:"..."

Me: "You want my opinion on all this? It's fucking hopeless at that point, way too much of them, way too much retarded scums to handle by sticking to the book. Start over. "Kill" them all. (yeah I use quotes because let's be realistic here; that's called mass murder). We can't do that for you, you explicitly stated it in the field manual. 6th commandment."

God:"..."

Me: "What? Go ahead, tell how I'm wrong. Tell me how this isn't turning to absolute shit already. Like, the project is fine, it's just fine! No it's not. It's a total failure. Look who's in charge down there, the worst of them all. What a great idea to give that much power to saudis for example, ohhhhh yeah, that one... Did I mention the chosenites already?... And don't start me on africa as a whole, niggtardia... What a fucking achievement... Really you should just add more of them, what could possibly go wrong?... And china, ohhhhhh let's talk about that one, of all the asian nations you really had to favor the organ harvesting commies... Of course it's all our fault, right? Of course. We just shouldn't dev anything, never use money, just eat sand and live in the cold, problem solved. I mean what the fuck, why even start the project if the conclusion has to be just that in the end? Your "told you so" moment?"

God:"..."

Me:"It was too difficult to just NOT put that much assholes in the pool? No you had to fill africa with retarded murderers, fill the middle east with violently retarded fucktards on a theological supremacist binge, and give them all the money in the world by putting most of the fuel right under their asses because why not?"

God"..."

Me:"Again you ask us to fix this. That's by far the craziest part in all this. I mean WTF? How are we supposed to do? Pray and wait for giant meteor?"

God:"...."

Me:"Eh, it's YOUR project, it's YOUR responsibility..."