Chapter Eighty Eight: A Voice Within

It could be mistaken for anything: whether as a voice, a rhythm, a percussion, or the faintest sound of a weak decibel. It could also be articulated as a voice, if only the ears will listen very closely, and with the required powerful intensity. Or it may simply be coming from within.

Inside the soul and its organic enclosure (i.e., the fragility of the human flesh), a recorded tone is composed and intrinsically buried within, waiting for the musical notes to come through the veil, located between the mind and the creative tendencies of the submerged utility of the related usage of the faculty. It may have been repressed or injured by the bluntness of trauma and the complex dynamics of psychological forces, in such a way that the behavior is ultimately affected where the evil motive is eventually exposed, the response to stimuli was unlearned, and then the resulting method is involuntarily relearned by the underlying factors of the adequately defined circumstances.

In short, the soul has an inherent learning of the composition of the beautiful notes to a wonderful song. It knows how to listen when the call of the decibel is heard from a distance, even with the slightest sensitivity of the refraction of the sound waves searching far and wide; the accompanying song is clearly heard enough to be recognized.

Many people indeed hear (and feel) this deepest calling from the depths of the rational soul, soothing and therapeutic, although most of the conscious minds who tend to recognize simply disregard the signs of the wonderful melody to the same fruitful song (there are many reasons to doubt) as it tries to awaken the slumbering passion for the individual dream. Sometimes, the soul itself is reluctant to oblige and follow the certainty of this calling for many numerous reasons, like the fear of death and suffering, the volatile nature of confusion and risk, the destruction of domicile and the measure of wealth, and the weakened sense of faith to the omnipresence of a higher entity.

As a result, the voice coming from the soul never finds itself into the benefit of deliberate cognizance. It simply dwells in a circular motion from the conscious thinking of the competence of human imagination, enjoying the mechanism of thoughts but without the immediacy of the desired action, and whatever is left after everything else was too dependent on the errors of cognitive bias. This certain feeling (the voice in essence) becomes most intense in a sufficiently clear manner going into the investigation of phenomena, as this invisible song, anew, travels far and between, to be sufficiently recognized by the soul at once, but substantively diminished in the consideration further of profound understanding.

In an impending battle between goodness and evil, the recognition of the sound of this decibel (in whatever form it reaches the attention of the rational being) is of most crucial importance to the causes of celestial dominion, as these form of music and lyrics are the main element that compose the mystical prerogative of the intensity of known angelic powers, as it was in the beginning, as well as the same concept that is beyond the futuristic revelation of the universe with the promised journey to the eternal material dwelling.

The Christmas Corporation must, at all times, be vigilant from now on, because the voice from within is the core element of the Holy War that is in complete peril to be happening without adequate warning; it is most likely going to be a surprise attack, and so it seems.

The Pairing Game must be perfectly executed just as the impetus of love is also perfect. All the voices of goodness must come in absolute unity, and for the common identity of humanity to be united towards a common purpose. 

There is always hope. There is a recognized longing, without a doubt. Nothing else shall overpower the faith afforded to the forces of nature, and of love.

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