Okay, I’ve had enough of this.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now!
You tried to ruin me but it didn’t work. You thought you had defeated me but you didn’t.
Among the ruins there was still something shining, a gem. My tabernacle didn’t die. My holy of holies went into a coma, temporarily, but has awakened. Beware because it gained strength. You think you have subjugated me but you haven’t. I played dead so you would stop kicking and leave me alone. I was still breathing undetectably.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now. I’m making it stronger this time. I will not let thieves like you enter, ever! My temple is sacred. It’s my permanent dwelling place, my home and my fortress. I live in it, I rule within it, I control every aspect of it. And I have an ally.
My temple is my castle but also the abode of the god who uplifted me. My rescuer and my power, the one who reminded me who I really was. The only one who told me how much I was worth in his eyes and in the eyes of those who love me, the sons of eternity and Eternity himself.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now. I picked up the scattered stones and placed each one in its proper place. You will see it and probably think that it’s the same old temple, but it’s not. You see the exterior but not the interior. You can throw words at it and anything else you want, but you will not have access to the one living inside of it.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now and it will be indestructible. It is a living temple, a breathing temple, a self-healing temple. This temple is nothing less than the house of god and guess who that god is. The temple will transmute as the person within it transforms. You won’t see the transformation of course, because you are blind to the resurrected.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now and I will protect it. I have hired a watchman, a doorkeeper, a guardian. I gave him clear instructions: never to let you in. I know you will try. You will act nice and innocent. You will call me honey, flatter me and tell me that you love me. Perhaps even kiss me. I know you, daughter of Judas. I can see through you now. I have new eyes, bionic eyes, bullshit-sensitive eyes, and I WILL use them.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now and don’t even try to sneak in. Don’t say you are sorry, don’t waste your breath. My relationship with you is beyond repentance. It is nonredeemable. One day you might wake up and assume your divine nature but you won’t enter my temple. You’ll have to build your own. But it won’t happen. Not in this realm because it is thicker and even more fucked up than you ever were.
I’m rebuilding my temple right now and I will not allow anyone inside except those who love the god within it.