Fox Biddable (17)

   
   "Fox Biddable (17)"
   
   Clovis and Healing Eagle had begun hanging out, for Clovis had innocently dated Jenny McGee a few times, yet had hushed his mouth concerning his mystical encounters, though Healing Eagle sensed that he too was facing his own abuse--the scrappy, little mongoose man.
   So, at the bowling alley, and again--not bowling, but sitting at the bar, Healing Eagle dipping peach chaw, and Clovis Bloom rednecking it up, having a MOUNTAIN DEW and trying not to think about Dolly Parton's buxom bodaciousness lathered up in buttery beads of sweat; nevertheless, he did have great reverence for Jenny's cupcake cleavage, and hoped as King Solomon knew, that the youth of her time relative bosom would satisfy him--and he knew it would.
   Healing Eagle spoke:  "I sense you have forgiven all men, knowing it is the only path to being forgiven yourself, never partying like Phinehas when defeating an adversary, so to speak, but you hate the demons that tap into their pineal part and drive men to become demons themselves."
   Clovis was like:  "Sometimes.  But I want to pick up the real reptiles as Christ said I would.  Hell, I've already drank the poison.  People pissed in my Kool-Aid since the beginning, and not just metaphorically I'm talking.  Out for themselves, hubris-fueled, hating others with talents and high cheekbones.  But it all comes from the darkness, God resisting not, turning the other cheek for perpetuity; next, light is born from being abused, gravity having held down fusion for long enough, in a matter; then, a star is born, and when gravity loses, we're kinda talking supernova--you picking up what I'm putting down?"
   Healing Eagle:  "Your science is a little off, but so was Einstein's; however, I too walk your road, and that's why I'm helping Jenny's fox grow strong.  You have to know who you are, reflecting, and not simply moving in a mercurial direction towards your own ambitions, for God needs workers for the harvest, which is more important than becoming a weird gastroenterologist and impressing yourself."  

   INSERT A SMILE!

   Clovis:  "And yeah, they say shrinks are weird, right?  Damn, I've had more probes from the fallen angels than Brigham Young had wives."
   Healing Eagle:  "And white man can still laugh.  You are truly the mongoose, armed with good vibrations, but you have no surf board."
   The twosome shared the synergy of a simultaneous chuckle. 

Fox Biddable (16)--Abrahamic God

   
   "Fox Biddable (16)--Abrahamic God"
   
   Clovis Bloom was scratching at his buzz cut; plus, sitting face to face with his sophisticated shrink, being brutally honest, knowing:  JESUS--Light of Confessors!!!
   
CLOVIS
And why do the Abrahamic Brothers fight?  Solomon knowing that your brother is your adversary, yet Wolverine and his brother went back to back at times, defeating the true enemy.  The Abrahamic Brothers should gregariously gel and team up, wasting all the Buddhists and practitioners of Hinduism--not each freaking other.  A Muslim has the keys to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, for the Franciscans and the Orthodox fight over the keys; next, the Israeli Police are called in, and a Muslin brings peace.  And you know--I'm kinda being jovially jocular my man. 

SHRINK
You're not a racist, nice--right?

CLOVIS
There's no different species of human; thus, there is only one race--the human race.  Save for all the hybrids and androids walking around.

SHRINK
Clovis--you're acting sick again.

CLOVIS
Sickness can be a great blessing.  The physician of God; specifically, the Arch-Angel Saint Raphael has an uncanny sense of humor, bringing brighter green peace than all the other Divine Seven Who stand before the Throne of Him.  Sickness is not all punishment, though for some, yet for the others that fear God--the Father doesn't chide always, nor damn us for our iniquities--if we hate pride, arrogance, and the forked tongue.

SHRINK
So, tell me about this foxy girl?

CLOVIS
Rubbed his eyes with fascination.  She's a Barbie Doll with short hair.  Been mistreated and envied her entire life.  But she's learning to fight, and I really like her.  I mean--I really freaking like her.   

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.