It was a never ending argument between us. I could not understand why he never accepted who he was. He was not the Keeper of this Domain, and he would never be the Keeper of this Domain. He was his own person, and he would always have his own soul. How much did he think I cared that he was Keeper, because I wasn’t? If I had buried my Keeper, then I would not be Keeper. I didn’t care about him. He was Keeper, and that was it. He was on this side, and I was on this side, and that was it. There wasn’t anything else to say, since I could not understand him. All I cared about was that I was a Keeper, and I was glad that I did not have to worry about him alone.
Then, a voice said to me, “No, I am Keeper.”
“No, you are Keeper.”
“NO, I AM MINE. YOU ARE YOURSELF.”
“No, you are yours.”
Our argument was interrupted by the sound of a person shouting, “Keeper. Keeper. Keeper!”
“Mine, mine, mine!”
I heard the noise of a phone being thrown on the ground, then quickly picked up. I could hear the person shouting, “CALL 911!” and he quickly hung up the phone. Then, he was there. I could feel his presence with me, and I could see him, too. I could see the human standing in front of me, yet I could also see his soul. He was looking at me, but I knew that he could not really see me. He couldn’t see Keeper in human form, because he was not Keeper. He was Keeper’s Keeper, and with this, he was Keeper. Keeper was the Keeper of this Domain, and he would be the first Keeper. Keeper would be the Keeper of this Domain, and I would always be Keeper. This was the only way it could work.
He was dressed in jeans and a torn shirt, and his bare feet were dug in the ground. His right leg was bent, as if he were about to start walking. He was bare-chested, with his arms crossed over his chest. His short hair was dark, and his eyes were opened, and I could feel his presence. This was Keeper, this was Keeper.
“Hello, Keeper. I am stupid, but I am Keeper.”
His voice was deep, but he was still young and boyish. I could feel this was a Keeper. I could tell he was telling the truth.
“Hello, Keeper. I am stupid, but I am Keeper.”
My dear Keeper, my dear Keeper.
“Hello, Keeper. I am stupid, but I am Keeper.”
“Hello, Keeper. I am sorry for what I have done to you, and I am Keeper.”
It was a shock to both of us. I could see his soul. It was bright and shining and he seemed to be shaking a little bit. He was apologizing to me.
“Hello, Keeper. I am sorry for what I have done to you, and I am Keeper.”
I could feel the pain that he had caused, not only to me, but to these people who were here with me. I could see our pain. I could feel it. I could see my pain, and Keeper was feeling the same amount of pain as I was. I could feel the pain in one of their souls, and while it was not as bad as mine, I could still feel it. I could feel that intense amount of pain that went right through me.
Keeper was apologizing to me, and I was feeling sorry for him. I felt sorry for him, too, because I could feel how much pain I had caused him. This was a Keeper. It seemed so simple, so simple. But, then, I realized that it was not simple. It was very simple, and it was very complicated, and it was very simple. I heard himself say to one of the others, “I am sorry for what I have done to all of you.”
Keeper was sorry for what he had done. He was sorry for what he had done. He was sorry for what he had done. He was sorry for what he had done.
This was not the Keeper that I had always seen. I had always seen him as the only Keeper. I had always seen him as my Keeper. He was a Keeper who was always on this side, and he was sorry for what he had done. This was ridiculous. This was not Keeper. This was not Keeper.
“NO, I AM KEEPER!”
I could feel this Domain. I could sense that it was here. It was me that was here, it was me that it was here, and me that was Keeper. It was Keeper who was Keeper of this Domain. Keeper was Keeper of this Domain, and Keeper was Keeper. Keeper was Keeper, and this was true.
Keeper said, “I am the Keeper of this Domain. I am a Keeper.”
“You are the Keeper of this Domain. I am a Keeper.”
“I am the Keeper of this Domain. I am a Keeper.”
I had accepted it. The new Keeper had accepted it. If I could make him accept it, then I could accept it too, and it was all true. He was sorry, and he accepted it, and Keeper was sorry.
I was not happy. I was happy with the new Keeper. This was my Keeper, and it would always be my Keeper. However, I was not happy with what had happened to Keeper. This was a Keeper, and this was something different. Keeper was Keeper, and he should not be denied. He had done nothing wrong.
I knew that I would have to stay on this side, and I would have to help him accept everything. If I did not do this, I would never be able to be Keeper. The new Keeper was starting in making a mess. He was not doing anything right. He had to help me.
I could feel Keeper and I were not always together. I could feel his soul more than I could feel his presence, so I knew I was somewhere else, and he was somewhere else. I tried to identify who and where I was, but I could not. Keeper was Keeper, and Keeper was Keeper, and we were not always together, but I knew that he needed to be, and I would.