God has spoken! At 09:05, I heard the familiar rumble of the black-colored Mustang coming from the left, just as the three of us stepped out to the brick-lined area outside the main parish doors. I looked to my left and confirmed with my eyeballs the last three digits to the CA license plate number ending in 173: It was the Squirrel! Alas, the wifey twit was not in the passenger seat. I hurried the two old timers along because I didn’t want anything to happen this morning.
We made it across to the parking lot where we parked/waited for five minutes until we saw people leaving the 0700 mass. While we waited in the car, Maw inquired if the Squirrel tried to call/contact me. As part of my path, I cannot lie! So I told her that he did text me: “I don’t want to fight anymore sis.” Maw wondered when he texted me and I told her that was on Friday. She wonder further what course of action I would take in response to the text. I told her: Nothing. Because I didn’t want to add more data of “confusion” to his Spirit of Freewill than necessary.
En route home bound Maw started her rant and we were just stopped at the slight hill to leave the parish parking lot. But I assured the emotional/hurt one/soul, that I have faith in the Squirrel and that although he, like Paw, me and the rest of his ungrateful relatives have done wrong by resisting “change” through defensive mechanisms and have fought back with tooth/words and nails/fists, the Spirit of Freewill calms down and relaxes enough to remember/return to God/Source.
The reason for the akward avoidance/lack of communication is because the Spirit of Correction has done all it can to “enlighten” the Spirit of Freewill, who wants everyone to be happy for him, regardless if he rips down a curtain and turns it into a cape, like Super/Batman. Maw started to cry in the garage when we got home. But I dropped the ball on her feelings and told her that the Squirrel actually attended mass. I was giggling inside with relief that the old woman took the good news so well.
After she got dressed she started to cry again and told me: “I don’t care to see him again as long as he doesn’t hate God/Source and disrespects/disregard the church/mass.” Eventually, I hope to see the Squirrel again. Maw told me don’t forget the Squirrel. Of course, not! But maybe later on but not right now. Honestly, people have gotten hurt around the Squirrel’s energy signature. The wifey twit and I have gotten physically hurt while participating in his outdoors activities of biking and snowboarding, respectively. Maw and Paw have gotten emotionally hurt while defending their point of views to no avail.
So while the sun shines and the skies are partially misty white and the air is cool, have a Happy Easter with your family, by yourself or whatever you do to make peace with your God/Source, chumps!
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