To wrestle with God,
is to understand his pain;
and his agony.

The prayer that I begin my day with is named, “17:00,” because, when I began to write this prayer, it was my habit to start the prayer at 5pm in the evening. It is a prayer under constant modification, neither do I keep track of its revisions; it is truly an organic piece of art.

The prayer approaches Heaven, a number of her saints and holy angels, those who have been appointed guardians over men. And it asks mostly one thing; a help to Jesus during The Holy Hour, given to us through Margaret Mary Alacoque as 11pm to midnight on Thursday night; the hour that Jesus so suffered in soul, yet cannot be accurately depicted in art or in film.

I have suffered great temptation; and one who has suffered the magnitude of temptation as I have, they know this is a terrible feeling in the heart and in the soul. It leaves one quaking in its aftermath.

It is written in the manifesto which Yahweh himself wrote for me, that this prayer; The Holy Hour; helps to sustain and strengthen His Son, Jesus Christ; and that a soul who offers this prayer, for them, God is more open to answer any other petitions which that soul may present to Him.

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