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Novena to the Immaculate Heart of Mary

   
   "Novena to the Immaculate Heart of Mary"
   
O Most Blessed Mother, heart of love, heart of mercy, ever listening, caring, consoling, hear our prayer.  As your children, we implore your intercession with Jesus your Son.  Receive with understanding and compassion the petitions we place before you today, especially . . . (special intention).

We are comforted in knowing your heart is ever open to those who ask for your prayer.  We trust to your gentle care and intercession, those whom we love and who are sick or lonely or hurting.  Help all of us, Holy Mother, to bear our burdens in this life until we may share eternal life and peace with God forever.  In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit--Amen.  

Kooky Lucy Frost (11)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (11)"
   
   Kooky Lucy Frost took the Eucharist; next, the day after, took Cleveland to the Doggy Doc, got him fixed up; then, the day after that, went to see the shrink, and was there now--in this time, concerning events outside, yet within.
   The psychiatrist, having wended his way to medical school due to the One, True God, nothing less, allowed her a few bread crumbs, but even offered her more, him wanting at least, to inherit Abraham's Bosom.
   Spoke parable-like, using metaphor but linguistic axioms, mentioning a shadow government, parasitic vampires, demons that understood Euclidean Geometry, able to go Multi-Dimensional, but reminding her of her internal crystal, to eat healthy, drink plenty of charged water, allow the Holy Ghost entrance, resist not the evil afterwards, for if it touches that 3rd Person of God--it dies.  
   Furthermore, he said we are not alone.  Newspapers, lawyers, doctors, everybody is affected, and only by allowing the Trinity inside can it be defeated, and to raise her vibrations with profound praise.
   Kooky Lucy Frost left with the Sacred Heart's beating symphony within.   

Fat Slobs in Nashville

   
   "Fat Slobs in Nashville"
   
   Needing to always take my therapy dog in the car, and I never get out for more than fifteen minutes a day, unless to see a physician or Priest; anyway, I drove my Poor Man's Wolfhound to the grocery market to get some orange chicken and Icelandic water for the holy hound--in there for under 4 minutes, leaving the cool canine inside with windows down, and a dog's hair can act as insulation against the heat.
   When I make my exit, some fat slob of a woman has her cell phone out, examining my automobile, and hollers at me with a demonic drawl, asking if I'm the owner of the vehicle with my loyal pal inside, her informing me that I had been torturing the animal; thus, I said that I was the owner and explained the scenario; next, she starts ranting, so I told her:  "Shut your face, and stay out of my business!"
   Fat slobs and unattractive people are usually those that start trouble, due to being pissed as they're locked inside bodies that swallow plenty of aggression, calcifying their pineal gland and having no telepathic sense of what it truly means to be downtrodden.  I don't eat myself into having a cottage cheese buttocks.  I don't drink myself into black-outs or stupidity.  As Christ said:  "Get the splinter out of your own eye, before attempting to get it out of another's."  And my advice:  "Consider salads and green tea."  

The House That Built Me- Miranda Lambert lyrics

Kooky Lucy Frost (10)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (10)"
   
   Cleveland was laying at Kooky Lucy's feet as she sat upon Pap's couch feeding him doggy vitamins to lubricate his hip joints.  The omnivorous canine wasn't yet 10 years old; still, he would limp a bit here and there, and as Lucy Frost's best and only friend for the past decade, she just couldn't comprehend life without him, but had no money to take him to the Dog Doc, and Pap had already done so much for her; thus, asking him would further ignite more guilt--she had always felt guilty in life.  Guilty for being pretty, guilty for being able to make her own comic books, which she had never shown to anybody, and very guilty in not being able to make friends.
   Pap, sitting across from her in his Archie Bunker-styled chair and smoking a cigarette, as if through a great, empathetic telepathy; plus, empirical knowledge, having observed that Cleveland limped her and there, politely asked:  "You want me to make Cleveland an appointment to see a vet?"
   Lucy's forest-green eyes swirled in fear, her saying:  "Oh no Pap; he'll be fine."
   Pap was like:  "Oh come on Lucy--your best pal needs a check-up.  Don't feel guilty.  Don't ever feel guilty.  We are both family, and family are those that do the will of God.  I'm just an old, lonely man--happy to have your company, and happy to help.  People can read you Lucy, and you could read them--if you would just not resist the fear, but let Christ glow inside of you; next, your fears would be afraid of you.  Look, I'll tell you what--we go to the Orthodox Church today, take the Eucharist, and tomorrow we'll run up to the vet and get Cleveland checked out; then, we can both get haircuts."
   "Why are you doing all this for me?"  Lucy asked honestly, in her mind.
   Pap blew a smoke ring, saying:  "Because there is nobody more deserving I know than you."
   Lucy Frost blushed, never having felt so much love before, except from Cleveland, her best pal.  

Virgin Mary--Always Remembered

   
   "Virgin Mary--Always Remembered"
  
   The Inviolate Virgin said:  "For He took notice of His lowly servant girl, and now all generations shall call Me blessed."  In physics, you might call this super-positioning, which is, being in many places at once.  And how can the Queen of Heaven not do this?  If She comes to you, a Priest might say that you are not special enough, but it's always the rejected stone that becomes the true cornerstone.  She can do anything She wants as deemed by God, and God loves the underdog, the poor in spirit, the meek--those that thirst for righteousness, following His Son's Laws, and His.   Mary's Words:  "Do as My Son says."
   My favorite story I investigated took place in Ireland.  There was a Virgin Mary statue at the park and angst-ridden adolescents were fornicating, drinking, uttering profane vulgarities and so on; anyway, they claimed that after their illicit behavior, the Virgin Mary statue became animated and beat the tar out of them.  But nobody believes in anything save the dollar, a false god that many worship.
   The fake news is that fame and wealth make you great; plus, status, but the child with no arms who praises Jesus Christ seems like the cornerstone.  The true architect of constructing courage and determination in the downtrodden.