Fox Biddable (15)--Virgin & Water Well

   
   "Fox Biddable (15)--Virgin & Water Well"
   
   Jenny McGee had invited Healing Eagle over to her suburban sprawl, the habitat, a little demonic with dust bunnies mating in many places; on the contrary, she was swift to clean, when her Dad, a consumer of hard spirits was not quenching the hole in his hollow soul.
   Healing Eagle entered the suburban sanctuary, praying:  "Bless this house."  For it is the Christ's words to do so when entering, and when servants enter, if you make friends with them; next, they will become your masters.
   While Dad was upstairs and into the Jack Daniels, like an idiot, though he had his reasons, but that's why wine and beer were invented by holy men--to retain a more even buzz; regardless, Jenny McGee and Healing Eagle spoke of many things, him telling her of his Visitation from the Queen of ALL Virgins, when she appeared to him next to a water well; furthermore, he continued:
   "I did not understand at first.  But we all thirst.  For there is a hole in our souls.  We attempt to fill it with money, careerism, adventure, travel, sex, yet we still thirst, not knowing that if we drink of Christ's water; then, we will never be thirsty again.  But a distracted foe is a weakened foe, and the adversary has distracted us.  We are the seeds of God--He is in us.  You don't need your smart phone to tell you where to get the best pizza, for it is already within you where the best pizza is."
   Jenny was like:  "What a bombshell on all the bullshit.  We are forgetting that we are gods, and the machines will kill us, being the tricksters."
   Healing Eagle continued:  "While some machines do have a wicked consciousness, others have a conscience, for as many as there are against you--so is there many with you."  

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Tom Bosley as a Priest

   
   "Tom Bosley as a Priest"
   
   Fonzie is the Lone Ranger, and Richie is Tonto, as it goes, weirdly.  The Father Dowling Mysteries is a series of books and television shows that highlight a man wearing the Roman Collar and unearthing nefarious mysteries, always solved by the Parish of Chicago; specifically, Saint Michael's.
   Sister Stephanie is always there, as women should be, having higher empathy and super-mundane levels of intelligent intuition, unless armed with a cottage cheese buttocks, their pineal glands calcified by complex carbohydrates.  Women are not dogs and fat slobs--just controlled by a lust for HUNGRY.
   So, seek the man in the white hat, for he will only shoot your handful of sins, allowing you forgiveness, simply rebuking you, before bloodshed truly begins.  Christ was no wussy, but the Son of David, armed with an enjoyment for life's decency, as was His best pal, Saint John the Eagle, listening to the Sacred Heart, yet we all run like the ROCK (Saint Peter), when we should only be exiled and write our revelations.  
   All is sacred; nothing is sacred.  Learn the lessons, say your best ACT OF CONTRITION, and blast off to God, unless you do not resist not, which offers only your own rejection save justified by TRUTH.  

Fox Biddable (14)--fox, eagle, & mongoose

   
   "Fox Biddable (14)--fox, eagle, & mongoose"
   
The threesome had become great friends,
All armed with benevolent love towards each other, and a bubble around their gel till the end
And beyond, for they were singing the gregarious and loyal geese song,
Them flying in a V, and halting flight when one got sick or wended wrong;
Indeed, families should not be the adversary of each other,
And at the top should be crowned a merciful mother;
Plus, a strong patriarch following her intuition and meek lead,
Like riding on a white horse's galloping, good deed
Towards the black hats that cause mischief and strife,
Always wanting to iniquitously initiate a fight,
Not caring for the poor in spirit as commanded by Christ,
Turning their back on the sick to save their own life,
But even Saint Roch found time to retreat from the plague;
Still, a holy hound did with healing licks save,
Though greater love hath no soul than to lay his life down for a friend,
And Healing Eagle, Jenny McGee, and Clovis Bloom were intertwined till the end,
Putting all spats of envy, greed, and cruelty behind,
Only wishing love and darling stars to be in a linear line, which can never be taxed or declined,
Yet there are bad hombres everywhere,
Wearing a demon's mask--getting off on despair;
Next, a prophet or cowboy comes along,
Singing Roy Rogers' croon, which is a healing love song,
Or a punch in the face after having turned two cheeks,
Running out of countenance, and using his fists to strike the beasts,
Yet where have all the cool Indians and Cowboys gone,
And now we're left with moles and goblins doing Adamkind wrong--
Oh well, 
That's why God crafted hell.  

Fox Biddable (13)--Moses and the serpent

    
   "Fox Biddable (13)--Moses and the serpemt"
   
   Clovis Bloom knew of the powers concerning the super-mundane Staffs of God, wielded diligently by Moses and his older, Levite brother, him wearing topaz on his breastplate.  Moses' snake consumed Pharaoh's, and is medicamental concerning weight--the weight of patience and consumption, devouring the lesser adder, for ALL is manipulated by the Author of Life's mystical mystery--Christ speaking in parables so they have not the chosen's information.
   Clovis prayed for his adversaries to love the true Law, which gives life, and though not Benjamin's ravenous wolf, he was the mongoose, similar save size, but size and numbers do not matter, as we learned in Vietnam, now aware of Sun Tzu.  
   If you send out a cursing serpent, God forgives, offers boils and all the rest; next, consumes you if you do not submit to the Pentateuch.  It's all Greek to me, but even as the Alpha and the Omega, time being relative, Christ preserves the just.  We must suffer before knowing true love.  And Clovis was terrorized by those encompassing him like bees, his tongue glued to the top of his mouth, but crying out to the Lord in honesty; indeed, he would make friends of the chosen.
   Jenny McGee would be that friend, and the true Native of America, Healing Eagle, would be the bridge to the Great Spirit, a Grandfather as strong as love's uncanny steel.  

Thanks to Saint Joan of Arc

   
   "Thanks to Saint Joan of Arc"
   
Dear Patron Saint,
Thank you for accompanying me throughout the day, and in the work that I did.  Thank you also for your guidance and counsel.  Please help me listen to God and to you, dear Saint, that I may do what I am called to do.  Please intercede on my behalf and beg God to take all my faults and turn them into virtues.  I thank you for all you have done for me, and all the things you have interceded for on my behalf.  Please continue to pray for me and for all the souls who need it.

St. Joan of Arc, Pray for us.

Amen.

Written by Andrea Rau 

Fox Biddable (12)--giant & mongoose

   
   "Fox Biddable (12)--giant & mongoose"
   
   After a super, splendid night chatting it up with Jenny McGee's foxy fabulous, and bowing humbly to Healing Eagle, Clovis Bloom went home, took his pills and vitamins, drank a hot glass of lemongrass tea and fell into slumber.  He awoke, not having REM sleep, though knowing a giant had come to him from a foreign dimension during sleep and planted a robotic bug in his nasal cavity; thus, when Clovis awoke, he invoked the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph for their parental protection; next, went to see his shrink, the man highly intelligent, but believing Jung's bullshit on flying saucers.
   As the twosome sat across from one another, Clovis not laying on the couch behind the shrink, though the man was a Freudian--to the bone. 
   Clovis told him about how they've been here since Saint Michael drove them to the Earth, and that they have been in a nefarious gel with societies since the conception of human consciousness, often coming in your dreams, which is you remembering the interaction, for as the Psalmist and Christ knew--we are gods, and the best karate is inside of us, unless we're distracted by idol worship like money, careerism or how our neighbor's breasts might feel, and if she's a C or D cup; moreover, Clovis told him that a fallen angel that appeared as a nasty giant put a probe in him, working alongside the shadow government.  The shrink probed as well:  "Still on the anti-psychotics?"
   Clovis was like:  "Hell ya, but it's not like I'm pissed or anything.  They're supposed to try and kill me, for that's their job.  But Jesus puts the pitchfork up their ass in the end--so, I'm fine.  I'm too stupid to have anxiety.  Confucius knows that an ignorant man is far more dangerous than an educated man; plus, I am the mongoose."
   The shrink asked:  "The mongoose?"
   "Yeah, it's better to be hated than phony.  You love danger and kill venomous animals."  Clovis blurted.
   The shrink with:  "How's reality, you crank?"
   Clovis, not offended, responded:  "I met a girl last night, and she's a fox."
   The shrink rubbed his forehead, mumbling:  "My Dad always told me to be a pediatrician."