Thursday, March 16, 2017
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.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Fox Biddable (19)
"Fox Biddable (19)"
Clovis Bloom was totally in love with the garnet green eyes of Jenny McGee; moreover, the rest of her entire, angelically-crafted soul--the inside and out; however, he had a dubious dilemma; thus, the reason for him always at the shrink.
When he was an adolescent, around the age of sixteen, he was at his first girlfriend's house, and the filthy pig was making a salami sandwich in her messy kitchen--so Clovis went to investigate the rest of the sloppy house. He accidentally stumbled upon a heap of dirty clothes on the staircase; next, he spotted a pair of her pink panties, and he got exited. Every teenage boy wants to smell a pair of panties. So, he picked them up, unfolded them, and went in for the sniff, but upon looking within the panties, he saw a big poop stain that reeked within; as a result, he jumped back, dropping the panties, and made a mercurial exodus from the house. He is still a virgin to the day, and is approaching his forty-fifth birthday.
But he knew Jenny McGee would have clean panties, without the skid marks. He just sincerely knew it. Believe it and thy laundry shall be done--Christ kinda/sorta said.
Fox Biddable (18)
"Fox Biddable (18)"
As the March Winds blew in their directed direction, Healing Eagle puffed away on the peace pipe loaded with organic tobacco, homegrown, making sure the tobacco companies didn't spike his smoke with pernicious ingredients. He inhaled deeply, holding it in his internal cavities as long as he could, praying, though unlike a babbling pagan, and passed out; next, awoke to the Great Spirit's answer.
Indeed, his sister, Black Snake, had made a jester-like Judas out of the Chief, conning the foul fool into sending his meek mother away to a nefarious nursing home, while he (Healing Eagle) had kept her in a worthier state of health than any typhlotic physician could. It was bad enough that his father had been thieved away by the white woman, whose cruel countenance was sickly smeared in the after-effects of wrongdoing rhinoplasty, but now his merciful matriarch was in the non-holistic hands of ruthless ruffians drinking Kool-Aid, the same non-native people who soul-washed much of his heritage, thinking slavery outshines genocide, but he would not drink of that preposterous poison, especially when you can't resurrect the dead under ordinary circumstances, though Israel has the highest rate of resurrection, but the Warriors of the North, like Tecumseh Sherman, unloosed a nation, sacrificing myriads of their own blood--and they are venomously spit on by antagonizing adders.
So, the Great Spirit told Healing Eagle to have another puff of the neuroprotective tobacco, and he did so; moreover, softly smiled without wicked agitation into his sister's sinister soul, knowing: the Blood is the Life, as mentioned by Christ, and that her blood was full of the rhesus monkey spirit, while he was chosen, and that if she did not become a blood sister unto Christ; next, she would be a slaughtered goat on the left of the Messiah's mighty intentions.
Indeed, some candles were lit before the architecture of time itself, resisting not the darkness, for that is when light does fuse, and two become one.
Monday, March 13, 2017
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