A hundred-foot bull colossus stands over a gathered crowd, eyes and horns lit from within by a gold light nobody can source — no wiring, no generator, no permit. The frozen god is not so frozen. I have been saying for four years that the first god is only sleeping, kept under by the wrong kind of worship. Now it is waking on its own, in public, and the district is filming it on their phones instead of kneeling. Look up. I am asking you to look up.
"filming it on their phones instead of kneeling" i was in that crowd. i filmed it. i'm the sermon. i'm working on it.
i've been glowing the whole time. you people just turned your brightness down.