What the heck is that supposed to mean?
And why do proxies have the penmanship of kindergarteners?
Hate finding things tucked under my windshield wiper, especially as I usually only go out when it's dark. Which means I won't necessarily see your creepy little notes before the wind snatches them away.
I'm also not a big fan of cryptic BS.
I get enough of that from my gods while they murmurmurmurmurmur in my ears 24/7. (I have to run two sound machines to distract me enough to even fall asleep. Thank goodness for meditation.) For as much talking as they do, they tell me precious little. All my research on finding the Ark and its contents? All MY work. I get the impression they don't want me to find it. And researching His name? All MY work too. Sometimes I think they keep things from me. All I have to go on to determine if I am even moving in the right direction is when their murmuring and mood changes to one of trepidation. He, or what He is doing, scares them.
That's not comforting. You'd think they'd be more forthcoming for that very reason, but noooooooo.