20150124-2216. Before end of morning mass today at OLP, around 0845, the sunlight filtered through the air and past the window upon the three of us. The sunlight focused on both my palms! I held them open and upward to submit unto the Almighty. I held them open in this manner while Fr Tom took his usual time to put away the Ciburim and wipe down the Chalice, of which I kept ranting they must autoclave!
Prior to the start of mass, I opened my eyes and decided to look up. It’s my usual unthinking sense that something needs to be paid attention. If course, I saw the elderly, thin, gaunt-cheeked priest come out with a nice white robe, like a shiny drapery. He knelt down off the left side where the Angelic Mike wall images were displayed.
Of course, I caught a couple of his glances, sensing the reptilian connection. Eh. I kept praying, “Whatever belongs to God is His. Whatever belongs to Me is Mine. Whatever else y’all want and need, we’ll work together.”
His sermon was about sexuality, too and about being gentle and NOT harsh in words. But, I failed because I’m hated for my potty mouth. Plus, I couldn’t understand his words well because my right hearing aid announced “BATTERY”. I removed those pair and decided not to wear my hearing aids before leaving home. Huh.
Paranormal stuff again. My own family members will never believe or understand me and my personal experiences until they cross the desert. They are also mind-controlled clones, drones, whatever and have labeled me as stupid/crazy. Huh. For some l reason, I’m hated for telling the Truth, though these may/might be demonic/djinns influences, I may/might never know for certain because all belongs to His.
20150124-2152. Beautiful, amazingly crispy clear blue skies. I exclaimed to my parents, someone must be happy today.
Then at around 0845, something smelled like Mr Skunk sprayed our neighborhood. We were praying the rosary and I went upstairs to close my bedroom window and used two electric fans to circulate the air back outdoors by using the oven range fans and bathroom fans downstairs.
20150124-2149. At round 1145, we were barely entered through the sliding doors of the CVS store when oblong-faced woman screamed fucking bastard. She’s Mexican and has the look of no wrinkles or emotion as the husband followed her from behind. I mumbled hormones as we passed by and the husband let out a soft snicker. I then said while indoors something about hormones and cat scratch fever, or toxoplasm, after Mom said that Mexican was angry to be that loud in public.
20150120. My parents reported that Javier called our main phone line at home using a different phone number from a Cervantes, Joseph.
Pulled dream here.
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