It seemed like blasphemy to me, to kill on a holy day.
“Really, Guy?
Haven’t you pushed this thing far enough?”
A) Nowhere near enough. You ain’t seen nothing yet.
B) This is a full moon: I’m a werewolf, and killing is what I do. It’s about all I do.
Perhaps the transformation aside, killing is the one defining characteristic of who and what I claim to be.
And c’mon, guys … a Blood Moon?
I don’t think anyone reading this will have to consult a sorcerer to interpret that stuff.
So, now that I have your attention, this could be the biggest “put up or shut up“ moment of my five-month career, that you are aware of, anyway.
C’mon, be honest; you’ll be disappointed if I don’t kill, won’t you?
By now, my friends even got jokes:
When in fact, I’ve been tasting their green devil blood in the air for days now.
And their fear. It’s especially sweet today.
They, too, have read the signs from above.
There’s no stopping this train.
Except God commands?
The Werewolf of Roswell is submitted to The Lamb of God first; not my own hunger, nor even my mission.
So again, what would Jesus do?
Obey the book, that’s what.
Purim is not a day where sacrifice is built in. No … that would just be too easy for me.
One alter, no ladder … cake.
Like buried treasures, sometimes God and His will must be diligently sought —
“It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter” — Psalm 25:2
OK. King me.
He will reward your hunt with a new crown, so keep searching, friend.
Annnd, OK … I’ll bite …
(See what I did there?) …
Just what is this Purim thing all about?
Wait; what?
“The fall of the wicked,” you say?
Now that sounds like something I could maybe get behind … Tell me more …
“Computer!”
“Annnnd then?”
Hmmm 🤔
Apparently, I was bitten for such a time as this. It’s just good science.
Well, AI is no rainbow or anything, but I had already touched grass, hugged a tree before peeing on it, prayed without ceasing and even already bought the statues by the time I read that, OK?
I am not praying to AI or letting it tell me what to do, tho, OK? I am just trying to unpack the process for you a little.
I don’t need you to understand me, or approve, but like all of us, I really, really do crave just to be known …
Here is what I know and the truth I walk in:
The Maker of heaven and earth has declared the age of the occult is over. He can and does anoint His servants to be ten times better than the courts’ magicians and astrologers. Even now, He is raising up new stars to replace and outshine those fallen.
The Stars of Roswell.
More about that later, but as you were told in the Werewolf of Roswell’s origin story, I serve you not just as sage, but as spectacle …
It’s fun for me.
My performance art, made just for you.
If you’re so convinced that dead aliens are good for the Roswell economy, OK; God has chosen to bless you with even more of them.
Go ahead, mortal.
Choke on them.
