Thursday 29
Saint Queen of Love and Beauty, let me sing original lines to thee. A poetry, blessed and free. I need to pierce for you. It's all so quiet this morning. I forgot it was Ascension Thursday. Tender day. Bretonneau's cafeteria is almost empty. The whole hospital looks like the center of a little village. It's quiet like a beautiful morning, all gracious and full of glory.
Nice. A young patient in pajamas just asked me for a cigarette. I gave him a cigar, since it's what I have. It made us laugh. Old school remedies. This is going to put straight back! That gave me the opportunity to also slip a "good health!" with Art. Another healing, real slow. He's now smoking, meditating and smiling. He trust's Jesus now. The sun has join the party. Just heard him saying to an elderly patient that just arrived and started talking to him that tomorrow is it's birthday. He is here because, for some reason unknown to him, he couldn't walk anymore. Well, he's walking today. I show the paradise to them says Holy-Mary. It's now 11:15am, and I just recorded an half panorama. It's surreal quiet. Thank you, God. Blessed be thy name, and my Soul. What an Angel landed here. Humans are worry today. Not me. Not us.
I am taking a look at this tweet that Fox News Los Angeles just sent: "Prankster arrested for rushing, touching Brad Pitt https://bit.ly/1k7Hwsj". It's so interesting in relation to these I sent myself yesterday, in a one of these one way Dialogue I craft with the Sky, with @myfoxla, the pope @Pontifex and the United Nations @UN, in this case, which are, amongst even some more, the two: @UN I am the Recipient, and, still @UN, Nobody can touch HIM, because it happened at the red carpet event of Angelina Jolie's: The Maleficent premiere. What about Prophets? I tweeted this to The New York Times, as a reply to the Why licensing Florists? article they posted earlier today. Darn interesting conversation in my opinion.
Friday 30
I caught a bad spirit. Now I understand why I dreamt of Saint-Michael fighting a shadow. It happened the other day, at the Hospital Bretonneau, while leaving the cafeteria if I remember correctly, on my way to relax at the botanical garden. I suddenly felt a bite on my right side. I had the dream that night. It's just I today noticed that I have five spots just there. There are slowly vanishing since. No hospital till Monday!
Saturday 31
Well, it's a beautiful day, I wish I'd find a woman to share it with. I confess that I just took a look at a couple sites online, to find sex. I don't want to do that in a van again. On vivastreet you find women who just need some action, not prostitutes only. Why not photos? I do good photographies. I'd like to take photos of parts of the naked body of a woman. Aren't they beautiful?
I also wish that my son will can come and help me for when I am going to move. I'll ask him, even if I don't even know if he actually reads the letters I recently sent to him. I got to try anyway. May the Sky be with us.
A lot of people are obviously just trying to stop, or stuck me in a corner, somehow, by just saying or doing nothing. I mean, what a lack of Faith, everywhere. I am just refused again. It would be so cool to meet fans for once. Relaxing. The countryside or the beach would be nice too. Not being in Tours for a change, for a few holidays. Soul massage. Well, the helper do not have to be helped, that's for sure.
Sunday, June 1
I am back in front of the Church of our Lady the Rich of all Graces. There is that woman on a wheel chair waiting for the end of the mass, and charity, that I say hello to, the other day in my street. She has no feet, and no hands, but, still she manages to hold what I think was a joint, in her left hand.
I crossed the street to go say hello to her, before I sat at the terrace of the Chaumière, where I am now, to drink a coffee, but she seemed afraid this time. She's very surprised I talk to her. Well, I still ain't tweeted it, but I believe that one's must stay simpatico with the folks that have disabilities. They need it. The bells are ringing.
God keeps on giving me Biblically sized signs. Yesterday, the talibans freed Army Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl, who they kept has hostage for five years. The sign is that, the day before, I tweeted "Free." to @IslamicThinking and @cctvnews, which are respectively, the most followed islam related Twitter account, and the one of the main television network in China, with a link to 3 photos of "The Goddess of Liberty" statue that the Chinese students did on Tiananmen square, 25 years ago, during the famous protests. And then, still to both of them, a "slow-mo" video made by The Washington Post, about the hardest moves that D.C's ballet dancers have in their toolbox.
The color red dominates these two tweets, since the thumbnail of the video has a female dancer dressed in red, and the photo from Tiananmen square has communist red all over it, on the walls, and on the many Chinese flags brought there by the freedom seekers.
The main news networks, yesterday, when tweeting the breaking news about Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl being free now, choose that photo of him with a red beret, before an American flag. Once you see those three tweets together the impact is strong; visually first, but also theologically, when you think a little bit longer about it.
Here, the link to see them, and meditate about the future of China, and islamic theology, who use to say that there will be no more Prophets: https://imgur.com/D4Z9R4K
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
It’s beautiful. I am being visited by Saint-Lili. She just landed in my heart. What a sweet Miracle.
Wednesday June 4, 2014
Well, this started as poetry, and has now become a diary. Better stop this mess now. Without a haiku, please!
To be continued…
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