Fox Biddable (20)

   
   "Fox Biddable (20)"
   
   Healing Eagle was back at his picnic table on the Rosary Beads, knowing it was the forgiving season of a Lamb's Lent; at the same time, as it was a Friday, he meditated upon much odious neglect and insidious abuse, and while a good crowning with thorns may invoke "love of humiliations" upon us, he knew the Great Spirit had gelled with him on this day to showcase the more savage side of a mighty Christ, a true God/true man--One able to endure tremendous torture and still sweetly smile into the Heavens and upon His immaculate Mother.  
   The Virgin-Phobia of the day, Her mentioning two thousand years ago that She would always be remembered, and She is--more statues of Her are forged than American Flags, and God comes even before a soldier's country, which Saint Joan of Arc knew, but loving her France as well, and in that country the negative blood type is not like unto a niddering, but displays itself with the powerful potency of mystical voices.
   But back to the Queen of ALL Virgins, as She is the Ark of the Covenant, holding the Living Torah in Her inviolate womb, which held real POWER.  And as Moses offered the true LAW, knowing it brought life, so did She offer true LAW, knowing it brings life.  Yet people are ignorant of their theology, always entering into another's house without Christ's knowledge to bless or salute it, breaking the Beatitudes, which of course most, again, are ignorant of, only blessing themselves.  
   Yet as Ezekiel saw the anti-gravity craft and the Four Living Creatures within, before the invention of science fiction, he was told near the river Chebar that a man must turn from his self-serving ways and embrace virtue, without which--there is no life; therefore, follow the true LAW, and no worries; otherwise, bibble loudly in someone's house when they offer you wafers and you have monkey protein in your blood, yet you can still turn to the Law, having a macrosmatic knowledge of the real wafer--the non-symbolic Flesh of  Christ; next, Healing Eagle came upon the ten remaining beads, contemplating the gore-spiked Crucifixion, weeping like unto a child, and believing that he was not the center of the Multiverse, but knowing every man is the face of Grandfather, him having carried us in the sac of his allegorical scrotum before time itself, us being a candle intended to forever flicker lovingly, save for those angrily annihilated by abortion.  But Christ forgives ALL--if we follow Him.