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I will come through and say hello and to wish you a Merry Christmas. Now, I would play a Santa Claus for you when I am not playing a Scrooge because I want you to work harder.

Now, I suggest that you all take your break. I wanted you to know that I was here, but I also wanted you to know that I am keeping an eye out for your experiments in class and when you are not in class sometimes.

You have bird eyes. I will tell you, however, but not now. When you are ready for me to really tell you, I will tell you. I am on to your other question, however, because it is more pertinent.

([Lex:] “As we have nothing to really tangibly worry about on the ironic level from the past, then, so too, am I correct then that we don’t have to fear demons?”)

Now listen. Imagine an onion, and if there is someone here who does not like onions, imagine anything you please. An onion comes up from the earth and the growth principle is within it; and imagine our poor onion in the earth. You see, I am not using a flower, and the onion comes up and it insists that it must know who God is and where He is that makes him grow. And so our onion, with the full vitality within it to grow from the inside out, as all things grow, instead looks at the fine carrot next to him, and such a lovely hue, and examines the carrot in his mind to see if this is God. And then he looks up to the asparagus and to the vines and to the tree. And the tree is much larger so surely, the tree must be God. Aha, but the tree does not look like an onion so, therefore, the tree could not be God. God instead must be a giant onion, a beautiful giant onion, and so our poor and stupid little onion spends all its life waiting for this giant perfection of an onion to come by and save it. He may even hallucinate such a giant onion but all the time the principle of vitality and power and growth is All That Is, and all of it that you can understand at this point, is within the onion. The principle within it that gives it its existence. Now, if ever I find a church of onions, I will let you know.

([Joel:] “No demons to worry about, only red onions? Would you have any advice for me then in pursuing my own ministry? It appears that the church I am serving will no longer have any appreciable function.”)

([Joel:] “But I am a young man.”)

Now, I am going to say good evening because I know that it is close to the Christmas season, and you are all tired and how can you be born again unless you go and get some sleep. So I will give you a merry Ho, Ho, Ho.