Chapter Eighty Three: The Diaspora of the Agency Defiants

"And what is truth?" retorted Pilate.

With this he went out again to the Jews

gathered there and said,

"I find no basis for charge against him. . . ."

John 18:38 NIV

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It was a war of semantics. Dangerous rhetorics are everywhere. Words have suddenly become sharp swords that can easily cut and kill, and the related grammar and spell of the dramatists became the eventual catapults that serves as the main avenue now associated with the several Readings of unsurmountable disgrace.

Fantasy has been blinded by the tempting allure of darkness, and as the voidness of space quietly envelopes the entirety of the dimensional perimeter involving several and crucial classes of substances that permeates the very sacred clothing of the created, the same essence of fantastical utility seemed to have been depleted by the sudden change within the context of the prevailing narrative; however, the might of the paradoxical necessity has sustained everything into its proper place, despite the poison of death beginning to subdue the efficacious functionality of faith from its rather verified and abundantly sanctified quality or state of being.

Emptiness has never been more pronounced.

But, of course, just as in any other case of a potent venomous trap, the necessary effect of the system works its way into the vulnerable specie for quite some time, allowing the presence of time to work its magic, slowly and very methodically, before it can fully corrupt all the divine qualities that make up the subject matter of the created. As everything is bound by eternal light, beginning from the intrinsic power of the trinitarian union of the theological virtues, there lies a series of complications within the fabric of creation that not even the prince of darkness can cleverly decipher from the mere utility of his own self-ordained intellectual ability.

It lacks the desired revelation, to begin with this particular consideration of possibilities, for power must fundamentally flow from a particular source in a manner of necessity, and that nothing shall be able to block this distinct source of power from pronouncing the very essence of divinity (otherwise, this class of power loses its inherent meaning, and with it comes the obligation of the attached impetus as well), and from which all powers bring forth the mighty interaction of the forces that then defines the exact formal conveyance of the spell, color, or truth that such impetus or force wishes to perform.

The phrase, "you are only as good as your last performance," which was coined by a rather prophetic genius who exercised such great enlightenment in the discernment of right and , wrong, as it was formally articulated with direct correlation to the bounds of time and the potential of love as a basis for divine action. Thus, the ultimate liability of the proposed action is directed towards the actor who substantiated the means of such direction in a clear production of the staging of this specific performance, and coupled by the presence of the obligatory correlation of implied means of the director himself, with nothing more or nothing lesser than what was contained in the original intention of that which was performed, as it was fully being deflected towards the main conscious efforts back to its undeniable formative idea as the main product of its source. In essence, and by explication, the same original substance was conserved as it travels far and through.

It sounded very trivial (at the time of this writing) for fantastical reference to be sufficiently guided from the bombardment of very confusing barrage of information (and in large quantities) that does not even make sense to the paradox, context, duality, or associated effects of the major, and often times, excruciatingly familiar discourse related to it as such, that even the very foundational force of the truth has been deliberately doubted and relegated to a lower value of essence. Truly, it clouded the path of vision in order for one individual to see the main source of the truth being misrepresented from the factual dimness of the acquisition of knowledge that brought everything down into a complete disorder of blackness and space, and in a well-demeaning and defeating manner, as it was the case in the beginning, and all over again.

A repechage, if one may suggest, especially in this case when life is considered to be a race, instead of an adventure waiting to be explored in all of its hues, shapes or forms, and accorded with its proper place in the soul's grandeur and depthness. Truly, this is a magical world that is full of fantasy to be marveled by the perception of the human senses, if one may only see rightly into the horizon of boundless time.

As the same Catholic devotional goes:

"As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen."

It is the affirmation of this same old Catholic prayer, especially during the solemn recitation of the holy rosary, that repeatedly declares the truth about the eternal presence of the infinite God, omniscient and omnipotent, made whole in the flesh by the undivided Trinity, one true God, a profound revelation of the mystery of faith that is fully utilized as the main instrument of proof in the continuum of the effectual promise of the possibility of the state of eternity to be found in the diverse, unrelated literature (both hidden or expressed, parallel or corroborating) of all the secred texts available for the perusal of mankind.

But none of these methods were ever considered in all seriousness in order to ultimately search for the essence of truth, simply because of the lack of comparative analysis of matters of virtues to begin with. When the fantastical creatures were totally sealed in an enclosure for quite too long within its storied history, the thinking of any fantastical appreciation became more confined to its own acquired constructs of the episteme, and there it lacks additional resources to supplement the very essence of its literary merit, and ultimately directed in contradicting the same actions towards the movement of the Fates in the free falling domain of space and time.

Paradox, if you will.

In the same way, and unhurriedly arriving within the complexities of the matrix, the Agency Defiants managed to enter the system of a newly declared independent Congress to continue to do its work of eternal wickedness. While the known fantastical dimensions clearly omitted the crucial ingredient of the force of time (as it was clearly exempted from the bounds of space, in this particular instance), still, there are members of the Congressional delegations of sound mind who have gladly opposed the arrival of illegal diaspora in comfortably settling (again and again) within the midst of unfamiliar habits. Yet, the enacted effect of moral lessons have kindly prevailed in this world full of Congressiobal aspirations, and soon evil triumphed.

A clear pattern of events was clearly unfolding, nonethless. Those who have their eyes seeing clearly is watching every shadow move from the heat of the scorching sun to the same crevices of secrets and quiet dealings.

And the rest, as everyone will later realize, is just history.

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