Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
Dominate Women; Crush Enemies--Allegory
"Dominate Women; Crush Enemies--Allegory"
Don't give the Universal Church crap about women. We don't worship the Queen of Angels; specifically, we honor Her, above ALL else; however, we do worship the Trinity Itself; hence, know the difference between honor and worship--they are different, but both great. But Catholics honor women above the rest, and I've seen priests step back when nuns approach, truly.
Catholicism is a family. Those that do God's Will are My Family--did Christ say. Not flesh and blood, and not step-relatives, but truly, if they do God's Will and architect an internal conscience, not pursuing the prosperity pseudo-gospel; then, they are family. Thus, as Catholics, we have the Trinity to worship; next, we have the Virgin Mary to honor, and the angels and saints; plus, the prophets and kings--these people, alive in Christ, are our family.
Christ yelled at his friends. I don't want my mother to wear a leather mini-skirt, and I would bitch her out if she made the attempt. Be clean-cut; moreover, grow your hair long and tie it in angelic symmetry, with a goatee to match. How you look is how you feel--a Monsignor did tell me in the 9th grade of it all.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Archangel Gabriel and Big Bertha
"Archangel Gabriel and Big Bertha"
Can you feel it in the air? My Grandma (Big Bertha) was a tough as steel daughter of German immigrants. She was brutally honest, chain-smoked, and practiced her faith. She went too far at times, like me, but anything to Godsmack a soul. She used to say: "You're gonna have a rude awakening!!!" We all got it coming. But look to the skies and repent. It's wise to fear God and pray for your adversaries.
NOVENA TO ARCHANGEL GABRIEL
St. Gabriel, Holy Archangel, you, who are known as the bearer of God's secrets meant especially for His chosen ones, we, God's children, are constantly keeping watch on God's message. Through your powerful intercession, may we receive God's words and messages so that together with Mary, our Blessed Mother, we may give glory and praise to Him. May we also radiate God's love to others by our exemplary deeds. O, St. Gabriel, obtain for us the grace and present to God the Father the following requests (Here Mention Request) through Jesus Christ our Lord together with the Holy Spirit forever and ever. Amen.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Indigo Samson (23)
"Indigo Samson (23)"
Liberty and Bobby Rook were still as poor as a bull's testicle minus the mate, and they didn't imagine throwing a modern and tame Bulldog underneath its scrotum, which many politicians run from, suffering the tight squeeze of phobic frequency. And speaking of frequency, Saint Raphael was accompanying them, sitting in the back of the Greyhound, wearing burgundy, knowing that the honorable war is always a just war, and not usually having the frequency of 526-606 THz.
Bobby Rook was disabled and severely celibate. So, he gave Liberty a SNICKERS--to satisfy.
Saint Joseph was celibate too, and he was a married man, being a terror to demons, and solace of the wretched. Yup, they hated Christ even in the womb, wanting to kill him from the beginning. It is what it is, as Hulk Hogan might say.
Anyway, they were taking the HOUND to Wyoming. No giant jackrabbits like Arizona, but it had more of a Northwest feeling to it; as a result, Tobias and his angel dog would feel right at home.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Indigo Samson (22)
"Indigo Samson (22)"
Yes, Maxie had a cult, and was flaky; however--it was part of her charm, for the underground covertly crushes on the Irish Catholic girl saying her prayers with door locked and window closed, as Christ commanded. She knows her true Father sees her always, even during the most intimate of moments; thus, hearkening unto the discipline of her biological father, she had made herself a nice girl, remembering how Saint Joan of Arc allegorically and definitely stood up for France--no matter that it meant her own life, guided by the likes of Saint Michael, among others. And Saint Michael surely is: Like unto God.
Too, the Commander in Chief has the RIGHT to Free Speech. And there's this rogue poet in Nashville, once arrested for writing on topics of God.
Maxie made the sign of the CROSS, prayed with her heart, and reflected upon what it took to forge freedom.
Indigo Samson (21)
"Indigo Samson (21)"
Miriam stroked Buck's spiritual pelt, in a manner of speaking; next, dived into the sea of dreams, swimming meek into inviolate introspection, knowing: the royalty is in the crop; specifically, don't selfishly gaze at your own hungry image, yet don't pay too much attention to the crowd; furthermore, keep your eyes on yourself--all at the same time, and God will be your judge, as it is with the eternal Prophet Daniel. Plus, look at the stars above, seriously. Pay precise attention, as it is within you--use Socratic observation.
And Miriam slammed her size sixes, she was a little yet solid sprout, upon the accelerator, forcing the fuchsia-hued Boss 429 to grab some rubber upon the smoky asphalt--gravity pushes, not pulls, from higher perspective. So, the exodus was made, due to tomorrow's futurity concerning an awakening, and Miriam even spotted a fish person among them, chuckling internally, and looked for the nearest place to get a tuna sandwich, heavy with the pepper.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Indigo Samson (20)
"Indigo Samson (20)"
Samson had thieved his mother's toaster van; next, Maxie inside, but he had left a note to both mother and father, loving his father and honoring his mother; at the same time, he was constructed by stardust eternal, and had a divine duty to pursue God like the coyote does with the road runner--if you constantly pursue God; next, you keep regenerating, having life eternal in the here and now--don't stop dreaming about the love of God; moreover, feel the love of God, through all of the humiliations, agony, heartbreak, and yes, the victories, but celebrate nobody's downfall, only lifting them up, if they have learned.
Samson hit the accelerator and the toaster van broke down with an obnoxious thud; plus, a metaphorical banana popped out of the the tailpipe, followed by noxious smoke, and they weren't even in Beverly Hills, where I don't regret missing college, but high school, where I could've attended prom with Dylan and Brenda, learning a thing or two from the straight arrow, Brandon Walsh.
Oh well, love isn't always on time, but it's coming, for the unselfish.
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