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| John the Baptist, Leonardo da Vinci |
You must realize, my dear child, that not everyone in the world is like you. There are those who walk among us, who have NO HEART. They may look like you and me, but where their heart should be, is only a rusted-out, vacant hole, rimmed by ragged iron teeth.
Most likely, their heart was torn out; stolen away from them, earlier in life. All that remains is an ugly, gaping wound. They are wounded, and in turn wound others. Get too close to them, and their jagged edges will rip you open.
Because they have no blood of their own, they delight in causing others to BLEED. Inflicting pain distracts them from their own desolation, and indeed, they often draw a strange delight and satisfaction from casting a spell of misery over those they encounter.
YOUR PAIN is their food, and they will seek to draw you into their gravitational pull and DEVOUR the light within you. They are the empty ones, moving through this world like hungry ghosts. I do not tell you this to make you afraid, but only to warn you that such souls exist.
You must learn to see past the smooth words and masks they will use to lure you into their grasp. Read the signs. Pay attention to your intuition, heeding the inward bells of warning. They walk among us, but they are not like us. — J. M. Green
