While listening to the priest during this morning’s mass, my mind wandered again! I didn’t like how “God” would accept the sacrifices of FLESH and BLOOD. Then an imagery of White Wolf came into my mind’s vision. White Wolf came and offered its bloodied meat as an offering to me. It stood looking at me after dropping its kill on the white snow.
In yet another imaginary “vision” during morning mass last week or so, I heard how the prayers asked for mercy. I felt those words were not so empty as the voices of the parishioners (i.e. the rough-voiced Vietnamese “reptilian” guy directly behind me) saddened me deeply.
Despite their ardent sacrifices, which seem to be the OLD WAYS of asking for mercy, I cannot and could not foresaken those who continue the most despicable and heinous act of sacrifices. I hope they remember the true convenant wasn’t always that violent.
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