I went again to the cafeteria of the Bretonneau hospital this morning. To serve God. I just have to avoid the psychiatric ward, even if it's for them that I can the most says Holy-Mary. It's just, not only I am not there to teach their jobs to medics, they'd take it very badly, it's also they'd lock me up, whatever how not crazy I am! believe me, I live a sporty life, in it's genre. I'll go again this afternoon, after the botanical park. Contemplation does wonders to me these days. God bless the Child!
This morning, at the archives of the town hall, I tried to make a photo of the sculpture of the twin towers I left, desk 502, in february 2001 but, the female clerk was just against me. I mean, I explain well, it's just she pretended to don't find. I popped the iPad and all, to show her the photos, for her to understand how important, how significant, their exemplary, with the timestamp they are supposed to have put on it, is. But she just kept on asking my name, even if, as I told her, I just left the sculpture to them like that, without my name on it; but she just kept on looking for my name on listings, like she didn't already knew where is their "february 2001" box. I gave up after a few minutes. It's like that. They listen to their head only, that "no" they hear. Too scary. For my part, I obey to the Father who Art in heaven. Smarter choice. Nonetheless, she understood. I even zoomed in on the "Under them... The soil slips away...". May God keep me calm. Serene. "You will be invisible" told the Angels to the four of Budaliget in the Talkings. We're in the middle of it.
I am now at the Bretonneau hospital again, by the cancer therapy premises. Just before I started a conversation with a woman on a wheel chair at the park just by. She can walk, since she had crotches also with her. We talked like five minutes, about poetry and a poet she knows, and about her and what I do a bit too. She let herself go too much, but by the end, I told her, to stand up and walk. Now Holy-Mary wants that too. God bless Her.
I must try nothing here. So I just say hello, while putting my finished cigar in the trash bin for example. I might add a "have a nice day" too, or a hello ladies and gentlemen of course. It's all in the eyes. I am going to do a lot of healing's in Los Angeles. It's going to be beautiful. God is beautiful. I like to remind to myself that the supreme beatitude is to see HIM. It's true. I will see HIM again. In Majesty. How impressive. How humbling. Believe me. The medicine professor in here knows nothing. They heal nobody. Exist.