This evening, we attended a religious event for the “Prelate of Honor“. I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing away in my black, leather handbag, which was much heavier since I carried my digital camera and two small bottled water in case we gagged from the stuffy air.
In front of me sat four “white people”. The second woman from the left was as tall as the fourth man from the right. She had on a textured blue jacket. The tall woman left at around 6:15pm and returned to her seat at 6:25pm. She had at least one noticeable facial bump on her face. I “sensed” that perhaps the frequency of this orgone device was not comfortable for her.
The tall man had a facial coloration of DEEP “tanned” red. The Bishop actually waved quite profusely at this guy en route to the exit after the conferral. The OtterBox was directly underneath the chair of the VERY doughy-armed wife, who sat to the left of her “red-faced” husband. There were other “white men” with deep red coloration to their facial skin. Most of them are active in the “Knights of Columbus”.
The Bishop kept fiddling with his long “necklace” hanging down the front of his chest. During the homily, I can’t help but stare at his shiny, bald forehead. My mind created a long-necked Grey overlaying the guy. The eyes and head would cover the entire forehead, the long neck would terminate below the chin and the rest was a blur. I really did see a “shifting” through both my squinted eyes.
The OtterBox of buzzing away in my HEAVY handbag the whole time. While closing my eyes during several quick meditations, I was “claiming” that area back to “God”. So I talked to any and all the connected “grid” to this place and prayed for clearing and balancing. Lo and behold! Upon exiting the Cathedral, I did notice how the gray cloudiness of MY CITY has been CLEARED as far as the eyes can see, except some fluffy, puffy gray clouds south of Mt. Hamilton.
But Maw doesn’t believe me as I tried to explain the correlation between orgone and nice weather while walking back from the Cathedral to the Fairmont Hotel parking garage. Paw neither seemed to care what I had said or to understand much nowadays. The sunshine was hiding behind lots of overcast as gray clouds when I had taken the photo with the priest earlier that evening, by the way, and it had come out after I took the two photos – one showing Paw and him shaking hands and then the three of them posing for MY camera.
P.S. There were two, dark-skinned “Asian” nuns sitting directly behind me. They were wearing dark, navy blue outfits. I didn’t sense anything about them.
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