The Long Night 🌘

 The Ball Is Rolling.

    Full Steam Ahead. There is no turning back.

    Things are finally in motion which cannot be undone. The ability to move forward, and create momentum, so that nothing can ever hold us down. I must become the master of my own ship. The captain of my own destiny. I must become the individual responsible for all which I wish to receive. The Universe works for me, and it is ready to reward my faith.

    Momentum is an addictive thing. Once you begin moving in a certain direction, it becomes more and more likely that the Universe will bend its will. You become a great force of nature, one which cannot be stopped by the outside force. The trick is, to get out of your own way. To allow the world to happen to you, rather than you controlling it. To bend your knee to no one but your own will. We must become true to ourselves and move in a direction which will create the most likely outcome towards our goals. That is the secret.

    Finally, after a long, cold winter- the fruits of my labours begin to arrive. The efforts and work which I have put in, from start to finish, begin to sprout. The important thing now is to keep the ball moving, regardless of the outside noise. Things are about to become extremely difficult, extremely challenging- regardless, we must keep steady and hold our heads high. The goals must never change- only the methods.

    Overall, a chapter in my life seems to be coming to a close. The long winter, the long night, finally vanquished by the rising sun. The demons and evil spirits took a toll, and they did their worst- no question about it. However, the light remains inside. Faint, tired, cold, and beat- but alive, none the less. The escape from hell is slowly starting to unfold, allowing me to finally regain my power and strength, which the enemy has worked so hard to rob me of. I pray for those who get in my way. For if I have not been killed- I have become unstoppable. The weapon formed against me, sent to be my destruction- has failed. The shadow of death, which was sent to collect me- has returned empty-handed. 

    The battle for my soul was an epic for the ages, to put it lightly. The bloodshed was great, as the enemy suffered a staggering defeat. Despite their best weapons being sent to destroy what God had created, their efforts were met with terrible vain. Despite the enemy’s best weapons being sent to destroy me- the script was flipped. Their forces were rendered useless, as the true power of the Supreme Cardinal were summoned and sent forth to protect my soul. The dreadful miscalculation of the forces of evil have cost their armies mass casualties, to the likes of which they have never seen before.

    Amongst the chaos, amongst the damage- a voice was able to break through the skies to cry out for victory. The sounds of the Archangel Michelangelo rang throughout the skies, as his horns summoned the very assistance which was needed. The enemy covered in terror, as the very mission they had been sent on quickly became a mission of survival instead. Together, the Archangel Michelangelo and I, Supreme Cardinal, vanquished the enemy back to the shadows from which they came from. We used the force of both our powers and strength, to drive back the hoards of evil to the very gates from which they emerged. No weapon formed against prospered.

    The battle is far from over. The victory, although sweet, is short-lived. Both myself and the Archangel understand that evil does not rest. Evil does not quit. The reality of the war is that the very forces which have been defeated, will rise again. They will gather their strength, restore their wicked ways, before reuniting and returning once more. Regardless, we will be ready. We will be prepared to face whatever the enemy throws our way. For our true powers have only begun to show themselves, in this epic adventure. The reality of the situation is, our growth will continue to move us forward- with no forces being able to slow us down.

    Victory is a time of reflection. It is a time, where the hearts of men must take time to look back at what was- and understand what could be. The battle, fresh off the field with wounds still bleeding, is a constant reminder of the nature of things. The nature of evil. The forces which will continue to push forward, with no regard for life. Despite this draining truth, one must always remember that the light is never too far away. That even the darkest nights, give way to the brightest stars. The truth that evil will never have its day- despite the long nights.

    For all the brothers and sisters we lost along the way, we raise our glass. We salute those who no longer are here with us, to witness our victory and success. We pour out our drink, allowing their graves to absorb the blood of our enemies. We allow them to know that despite their efforts, we have emerged victorious. We will never forget them or their stories. We will honour them, by continuing to think of them daily. And we will build a better life, for their own sake. Together, as one. As an unbreakable bond. As a force which cannot and will not bend their knee to evil. As a family which no weapon formed against shall prosper. 

Archangel Michaelangelo & Supreme Cardinal.

The entities which drove the forces of evil back to their graves.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.