20141119-1851, Mom dreamt the other night that she lost something and she told Dad that she left it there and went back to ask if anyone saw her bag.
First the first time, Mom lost something and it was found or as least given back to her. No one touched her lost/missing bag.
She was so happy. The janitor had kept her lost/missing bag inside a closet full of lost/missing bags.
He asked her: “Is this you bag?”
She said: “Yes that’s mine!”
Then the scene changed in which someone gave her something that was too many for her carry that she kept dropping those items and finally gave up and told others that they can have it.
20141119-0922. An incoming thought came through as an added bonus. Don’t carry more than you can handle. Give out what you don’t need and let others have it. Another thought coincided with a recent gospel reading in which stewards are to sow their talents and not hoard it, lest it gets lost or goes missing, as in the above-referenced dream.
I asked Mom if she could dream what may have been the contents inside the lost/missing bag.
But she went on to suggest that her two prayers given by Gloria a full-Chinese, Tagalog-speaking parishioner and her prayer Novenas helped heal her.
I tried to explain to her that I sorta, kinda “released” her with my prayer that one morning during mass when she was holding the two laminated prayer cards by Gloria.
Then last night prior to nine o’clock, I tried again to tell her via Das Squirrel that I “released” her, meaning all this time, I held a deep, profound, personal grudge against the Mutha Fucka.
She started to lightly sob and claimed that she did nothing wrong during our growing years and up to now. I hate emotional parasites.
But she refuses to back down and continues to challenge this Truth upon which I had to rebuked her on the ground that I’m not the only one who can “silence” her and others who dare annoy.
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