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Show 85 was receiving messages, but whoever was doing the in-between work in heaven must have had his head up his ass. Helen asked for peace of mind and Jon pounded his head on the wall. Helen asked for guidance in her marriage and Jon told her Red was trying to kill her. Helen prayed for help with Jon and Jon told her she needed a psychiatrist. "Who are you talking to?" asked Jon. "The Infant," said Hiaiaxx Helen. "You should deal with somebody older," said Jon. "Somebody with more experience." "The Infant has been around a long time," said Helen. Jon sighed and shook his head. "Who's talking to you?" Helen axxa asked Jon. Jon stiffened. "Helen, there's a war going on. I can't divulge that kind of information." "I'm your sister, Jon. This is my room." "If you were intended to hear those messages a. Helen, they'd send them to you. That goes for everybody else, too. I take my orders from the Man at the top." "We're all soldiers in the army of Christ," said Helen. Jon smiled slightly and patted Helen's hands. "I'm a navy man, myself." I guess the angels ...\r-:the air force, Jon looked deeply into Helen's eyes. "I know what it must be like," he said to her. "Living with a heathen." "Which one?" "Why Red, of course," said Jon. "Red's letting you stay here, Jon." Jon nodded sadly. "There is no light that can proceed from darkness. Sometimes we find something good in the darkness, but it's by accident." "Say that to Red and you'll be out of here on your ear," said Helen. Jon stood up. "I'm not afraid of Red. I'm not afraid of the asylum. I'm fighting a desperate battle, but I am a light that will never relinquish. It's you who should worry. He'll kill you some day and there will be nothing but Hell waiting." Helen shook her head. "Poor Jon." |