Training's a difficult thing, well most the time it is. I can only speak from what experiences I've had out here on the Mesa, but it's a grind. A groaning. And there's little I can do to stop what happens when they decide to form me, and mold my spirit into what it seeks to be in this incarnation. That's the only way I can explain it. Do I have free will? Do I even have my own body? All I do know is that freedom is had through forging, like an Eagle slicing through dense air. Otherwise I seek nothing other than the love of God, the salvation of Jesus, and the movement of the Holy Spirit through my being. I pray for deliverance from evil my Lord. I'll fly with you.