Here are my boring notes of boring events in my boring life:
2300. Intentionally delayed thought of seeing a very touching image of Santorum and his little Bella, the day he suspended his candidacy for POTUS.
2102. Intentionally delayed thought of seeing a flyer/page attached to the post, just outside the cashier area of the auto detailer on 05/02/2011. “Sierra” is a Spanish word for “serrated or saw-tooth” while “La Mar” means “sea”. So if you trolls have read my VERY old blog entries, the imagery/thought was in regards to a “seesaw“:
“Class 1: Fulcrum in the middle: the effort is applied on one side of the fulcrum and the resistance on the other side, for example, a crowbar or a pair of scissors or a seesaw.”
As in all things and especially regarding politics and the dual-nature of the OLD programming/universe, I saw/sensed that she might NOT be alive at that time. Symbolically that may mean a ritual/message that the NWO is being/coming in/to place.
2031. While twosome watch television, I re-read the Roswell Interview with an alien and found page fifty-seven interesting and as reference to the beginning of time/universe.
1515. Maw finished cooking 14 fluffy pancakes (Biscuit).
1409-1415. Saw mocking bird splashing around inside water-filled bird bath. Saw smaller brown bird looking onward from fence.
0817. The Monseigneur quoted Tip O’Neill: “All politics is local.” And he further added: “And so it is with religion”. I emphasized how we connect to God with all our hearts, with all our souls and to love our neighbors as ourselves. See to it that you help others in your immediate sphere and don’t trouble yourselves with the drama/rumors outside of yourselves/parish.
I noticed that Father Paul would ask the kids on separate sermons: “What would you do to volunteer your help/time?” I’ve a feeling that the priesthood is not all that popular a job as expressed but old/current priests who are figuring out that its really psychological ministering to lost souls who seek salvation in man-made houses infiltrated through the guise of charity work/organizations by fellow brothers.
0816. The Monseigneur told a story about how he and/or his uncle had gotten shredded tire and got stuck going/uphill. He had to hitchhike with a bunch of drunkards and came to a place where a ranger offered him a ride downhill. The ranger talked about shoes lace up in Lodi, the same store owned by his uncle’s wife’s brother but he didn’t say a word. Then he went on to say that at the age of sixteen, he survived it all and that there is a new shot in life of leaving a lot behind. And that’s just like a conversion (into the Catholic faith) and what Paul from today’s gospel did: shave his head and moved on with his life.
0807. The Monseigneur asked the parishioners this morning: “How many of you feel blessed? How may of you don’t?”
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