You know, since I was a little kid, I have a recurring dream where my 'uncle', Archangel Michael, picks me up in the dream and we go to a hill to peek over and watch this 'horned Satan beast (At least I always seem to know the beast is Satan). All the beast does is move what I have always call cinder blocks, around from one place to another on the ground like in grids opening up something. He always seems to know we are there. Does nothing. Tries to get compassion from us. We give none. Michael puts his arms/wings around me again and takes me back. It's only been since Benghazi that I've been able to figure out the dream and keep moving forward. So, double, triple thanks for you guys and all you do! This photo and the rectangular dimensions with all the demon skulls and giant book bottom right are just like the recurring dream...
sorry for the ramble