To TPTB and pals,
When I prayed for healing, I didn’t mean for you to make your “calling card” so obvious! WTF?
Yesterday during Sunday Easter mass, I was wide awake and sang strong. I took “baby aspirin” to endure another hour. The previous night was 1.5 hours long!
Father Dang celebrated mass that morning. During the “Renewal of Baptism”, he held a sopping greenish plant, walked around the place, and blessed everyone with such vigor that a single drop of water hit my left eyeball!
What are the odds of one drop of blessed water passing in between my eyeglasses and my eye lashes?
I gasped and blinked a lot! I opened my mouth wide and couldn’t believe my luck!
I was thinking that my glaucoma was in their process of being healed! Allelujah!
But, I couldn’t rub my left eyeball because of the heavy eye makeup! The time was 1109 am, plus or minus two minutes.
All I could do is cover Horus, the “victim” with the palm of my left hand. I made a symbolic gesture for those who understand.
I was paying obedience/tribute to the One-Eyed snake goddess! After all, how’d I get so much luck in this lifetime?
Further, I was mocking those fellow brotherhoods of my local parish by placing my right open palm over my heart chakra during:
“LORD, I AM NOT WORTHY TO RECEIVE YOU BUT ONLY SAY THE WORD AND I SHALL BE HEALED.”
So, folks. I’m NOT a “star” or anyone special. I’m wondering why I was chosen to mess y’all up!
With lots of fur balls,
Evil Kitty
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