Skip to main content

Where are the Wolves???

Molly's first memory was the scream, she still awoke, cold and shaking from his high pitched scream that somehow left his lips to reside forever, caught, held and trapped in her soul. Her brother's scream as they wrestled and she gasped in shock as she backed away, looking dazed as his blood dripped from his ear and the white snow became red.  She closed her eyes and moaned as she saw him again back away from her. Things were never the same after that, fear filled Molly, afraid of herself, she backed away from her siblings and watched as they played. She became their guardian, always watchful, always alert, always there to lend a helping hand. In winter she fed them, laughing at their inability to hunt for themselves. The family of four had faced many winters and summers.  It was at the death of their parents, when Molly found herself growling and snarling, the noise both frightened and excited her. Her siblings grief went unnoticed as she fought the desire to rip into the dead flesh of her parents. Confounded, a new fear arose in her, unable to control the urge, she turned and bolted.
     Days turned to months and moons later Molly produced cubs of her own, she had changed in ways that both terrified her and strangely liberated her.  She was hunting, the taste of wild rabbit delighted her, she avoided all contact with her family members.  The urge to kill was beyond her control. 
     And then she met him and her world changed forever. 
He was beautiful, his rugged coat could use a dip in the river, but his golden eyes sent a trance down her spine, He was everything her family had taught her to fear. He was the enemy. He was the wolf. Fear framed her and he sat down curiously taking in the long gleaming white of her coat, it was her eyes that drew his attention. Golden eyes alive with fear. he could smell it. This beautiful stunning creature was afraid of him? Stunned he sat merely waiting, assessing her, watching her. Molly stood timid.  He was the enemy and she was about to die. He flashed her his fangs and she went limp in the legs. 
"What are you waiting for?" she stammered as she moved slightly and his eyes swept over her, "If you going to kill me, could you just get it over with please?"
"Kill you?" He asked in amusement. 
"You are a wolf!" She pointed out through chattering teeth.
"and what pray tell are you?" He asked with a growl as he leaped  through the air and landed beside her.
"I was born a sheep." She told him proudly.
her words stunned him and for a second he thought he had misheard, but she stood there so proudly, that the realization that she was telling him the truth, he tossed his head back and howled.
Later, much later as they walked down to the river, he was older now and she was wiser, their cubs played beside them.
"Guess I am a wolf after all." She told him with a contented sigh.

 What if deep down in places no one is willing to talk about, just thinking about it chills me to the bone....what if....the enemy within is us....we are the aliens that have invaded this planet. All the world is a stage....if we have sheep.....where are the wolves????

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Here's a little Diddy about Jack and Dianne

 The White Parties.  The media reports that Diddy's ventures were making him ridiculously rich!!!  When you stop laughing we will get down to the fact that the FBI has based their case on the fact that every single dime Diddy made was off Jack and Dianne.  Not two American kids growing up in the heartland, no Jack and Di are living it up at the white parties, as stars flock to the laughter, room 19, they come face to face with pain, this is the god of this world.  The life that is sucked away, stripped from the human that entered to emerge broken and never whole again.  Blackmailed, living with fear and hungry to stay relevant current and attend the white parties.  Listening to the podcasts on YouTube, it becomes blatant as those channel his innocence, but Diddy is no innocent man.  The pizza parties and the plastic Diddy instructed his crew to destroy only confirmed to those who listen and watch exactly what went down in the tunnels and why these...
Post a Comment
Read more

TIME TO TESTIFY

fOR FAR TOO LONG ALL OF US HAVE BEEN DECEIVED by worthless insignificant slime that masquerade as greatness, but their stench of their actions is poisoning our very behavior and this we cannot tolerate! The buck stops here. This is Our opportunity to TESTIFY for the ALPHA AND OMEGA, JESUS CHRIST, OUR CREATOR AND OUR GOD.      As our leaders continue to align themselves against us, we are left working, selling our freedom for a value that we get to funnel back into their hands, they laundering their riches through us. The goyim, cattle and shiksta's. We slave to receive cash as we give it all back again.  We saying goodbye to all the luxuries and comforts and we stepping out into tents and camping out on the streets.  We raised our noses to the poor, the poverty, the homeless and the drifters. Condemnation, judgment and self righteousness brainwashing, but we are discovering that none of that stuff matters. The more homes we lose, the more that find themselv...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Ghost Army

 https://rumble.com/v71q004-what-does-christian-zionism-mean-and-why-are-we-hearing-about-it-so-much-la.html?e9s=src_v5_sa_o%2Csrc_v1_sa%2Csrc_v1_ucp_a What does "Christian Zionism" mean and why are we hearing about it so much lately? Zionism will devour Christianity.  It's the nature of the snake to devour it's pray...er...prey.  Zionism holds no claim to the Second Testament, only the first and of that mostly the five books of Moses.   To be Christ-like is to be someone, a power they cannot understand or a power that no one can destroy.  The Power of Love, Jesus Christ of Nazareth or Yeshua, Lord or Saviour, Prince of Peace, Hope of all Hopes and Joy of all Joys.  All eyes on Yeshua! Deception is here among us and many deceptions are confusing, but many can see through the mist of gossip.  The Truth is beginning to haemorrhage now as you sit there on a dead's man show, dancing on his grave and putting words into his mouth.   There simp...
Post a Comment
Read more