I've talked to people that this thing looked at it and wanted a murder on it, but something

was stopping it.

It was me, I'm saying I'm the witness, it was it, there was nothing in between us.

I wasn't even, he wasn't even armed, and this thing was looking at him with murderous

red eyes, putting a fear of God name, but it never took a step.

It let him go.

It happens over and over and over again.

And it's almost as if there's a rule, though some of them break that rule, there's

a rule that they're not supposed to hurt us.

It took me a long time to hear the same pattern over and over before I realized Jesus.

They're all saying the same thing, like this thing wanted it.

There's no way, I mean sometimes I look at you with pity.

I've talked to guys where it saved their wife, pulled him drowning out of the creek,

reached in, snatched him out, threw him up and looked on and smelled him and just stood

up and walked away.

And there are other stories, it's a subset of these things that really don't like us.

And maybe it's for good reason, I don't know.

It seems like there is an unspoken rule.

When I say that, when I'm really telling you, there's another party involved here.

There's a llama, there's us, and there's the rule maker, the one that's in the shadows

that has told these things.

Don't mess with the humans, just leave them alone.

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