“A soul, as a great sheet let down, firm in texture, rather thin and gloriously white, but marred with small, regularly spaced, lady-bug like attachments on and through-out it’s surface.
None were close enough to each other to make a solid mass, yet all could agitate, and could agitate each other, whenever something…from the word, or from life…came near their little abode. (About their abode: the entities remained fixed and unmoving. Almost in appearance as freckles.)
The ‘freckles’ had become attached to the soul through different life’s traumas. Salvation, had turned the background canvas of the spots dwelling pure and white, ( most were attached before salvation cleansed the soul, but not all). Salvation changed the soul’s nature, and thus prohibited them from moving from place to place to join, and eventually take the soul over. ( a soul’s wounds, sustained over a life time, allowed to join together as one big wound would make the best of us perfectly dysfunctional.)
Some had been shaken off through salvation but the salvation experience alone had not dislodged them all either. A stalemate of sorts existed. A spiritual stalemate, fought out in the individual’s soul.
Salvation’s work must always be agreed with in the ‘saved’ individuals soul. I have not always agreed with salvation. The fear driven, power of choice, often slays, or at least hinders, the most ardent soul and on occasion the best of us vote against Salvation at times.
Going through life, one might not be aware of his own ‘ladybugs.’ After all, many of them have lived there for years and their owner may have grown accustomed to their sometimes… comforting…presence. In such a case, only through his own, or another’s, ‘electrical prayers’ would he ever be able to ‘vibrate’ them off of his very nature and personality. “