The Phoenix and The Council

"I was certain-
ly terrified
of that...
~~~~
Now I can-
not remember
one thing about it!"

"I just set the length of time, that it takes you to come to a set of conclusions, as specific and measurable times for us. So, if I'm calculating some ridiculous contraption, it might use each thought that you have in a day as a widget, like your Fighting Dragons. If I'm calculating a timer on a quick and resonant roundtrip, such that one might rebuke into an echo chamber, and jinx themselves right as it would echo back and destroy their location, it may only takes one or two transformed thoughts. The best part is, you are strictly machinery there, so you have no hand or experience in the calculations, results, work, or rest, beyond when we conceptually collude like this."

I know this is a Phoenix known to me, but which? I suddenly feel like I am on a gameshow, trying to guess the identity of this other, and realize that it is too close to call. If I make a call, or even a guess, would that directly impact who is in the seat, if scales are otherwise balanced? Suddenly the tables turn, as do the seats, and it feels as though another on The Council is trying to pinpoint me. I do not dodge.

Revelation 14:13
Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.”

“Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”

Revelation 19:9
Then the angel said to me, “Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!” And he added, “These are the true words of God.”

In a random display, I hear her say "If zero is the shadow, and the structure of numbers cast it, what is the light source?"

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