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Heavens! Weeks, if it's not months, since I didn't wrote a line in this book. I don't even remember what's in previous chapter. Vanessa! Well. I hope she's forgiven me.
I don't go to the old quarter anymore. The streets are too dirty. It's gloomy. Mentally I mean. There're really atheists in this country and alcohol doesn't always help. Overcoat when there's too much of it being drank.
I go to the Annexe now, plaza Jean Jaurès! Nice team. They have a cutie in it. Cécile. A brunette I'd gladly date. She has beautiful eyes. She's petite just right for me. I need it so. Last time I went to the prostitutes, for oral sex, I must confess, I felt so like a man then. Calm and confident. Relaxed. But the effect is long gone, and it's not even that I don't have the cash, it's it's not a solution, and I don't have the means.
She don't want to spend time with me when she's not at work. She makes lots of cash and sees me as a gold digger who just want to fuck without having to pay for. Now that I don't go to see her again, she's guessing her mistake. Sex without having to pay for is exactly what Holy-Mary was asking for her to give me. It was a win-win. She would have had to stop prostitution, and it would have been easy with me.
I do healing's too. Well, I... figure of speech! God does them. But I am going to insist. Repeat. I mean, I heal even people who thought they were healthy. They are so transfigured in just one sleep in. Renewed. You changed! There's something new with you sweetie! That the kind of things they hear then. You bet, it's the Eternal flame on their foreheads. It shines all over them.
I go to the Clocheville clinic too, to heal the children. Not too often to don't look creepy. The more discrete the better. I smoke a cigarette with the parents, like if I was waiting for someone. I watch the kids in the eyes. I smile. I say what I have to say. It's enough. It works. They're resuscitated. They never was.
The thing that is new, nowadays, is all these people that are supposed to be dead, but that are still alive, saved by modern medicine. Living cadavers. It's sometimes better to appear before God's court in time. I have orders to don't approach them. They are too dirty for the moment. It makes me sick. Jesus Himself is in my heart. We are one. I am His second coming. The New Christ. The New God. HIS other Son. Sacrality has to be preserved. And there is Solemnity in front and around God the Father. There also is when I am All. All the Gods at the same time. Father falls asleep in me, and I become HIM, down here on earth. That's why, sometimes, people call me God, directly, even if they see me for the first time; Or say: Pardon me. It happens when the Sky wants to. I am supposed to stay the most normal one on earth.
I am there right now, at the clinic, sat under the tree, a family of four just by me. Parents with their two little daughters. I mustn't try too much to "do" miracles. I just happen to have the right to write here, and they have to come to us. These two girlies are now joyous and playful. The elder one has malformed feet, but she just came to see what was going on on that iPad I have on me knees, with a great soulful smile on her mouth and her eyes. She is going to operate and love herself well from now on. I restore the souls. That what a soul restorer is supposed to do. Nobody on earth does it as well as I do says The Sky. Sorry for the brag, but that's why I was chosen. You'd see the homosexuals who can't be homos anymore, like that, as soon as they try to "act gay", just the way I look at them. They're obliged to start thinking, and to confess to themselves that, indeed, in the end, it's better to never lie, or accuse, or whine, even just in thoughts.
The mood in front of the clinic for sure changed for good since I come. It's brighter. There's less grey, inside out. People were even smiley earlier today, when I first stopped here, on my way to the Annexe. You know, it's like the Miracle for Amy Robach. Smile ) I now have the order to go write there an hour per day. Till my back hurts! More Great Miracles are coming. Those on paper or online via the blog or Twitter already are Biblically sized. Just to say... Holy-Mary used the word sadism to define the attitude of the journalists. They'd better talk to me. I came to understand that God the Father is the left part of my head, God the Holy-Spirit, the right part, and Jesus, my heart.
Saturday 24, May, 2014
I just left Auchan's mall of North Tours. Last night I tweeted that the pigs were the best animals. That they don't talk and that that was all. And my way to the cans, I found a woman, visibly mentally handicapped, in her forty's, shacking back and forth while waiting at the begin of an aisle for her father, and doing pig sounds, to insult me with her completely rotten heart. While brush passing her I kindly repeated to her to calm down, and when I brush passed her again, still looking for the canned food aisle, I told her again, and that is was going to be alright, and even the compliment to call her "sweetie".
Sometimes parents don't understand what's going on. In this case she was accusing me that nobody ever talks to her, since almost just after God created her. She can't anymore. I talked to her fatherly. The Sky already says that it's a great Miracle. Her father is stunned. Of course, her life is not going to become a fantastic career, but she's going to make it, modestly asking for forgiveness in her heart for the rest of her life. That's what makes that she's going to save herself. I guarantee it.
Last night I thought about Barbara, a woman I knew in my 20's, with whom we almost became a couple. But everything went to fast. We just saw each other a few times. We were both with someone else. I wasn't fast enough to just do the right thing the day she came to me, needing my help, and I never saw her again, till last night, in my mind. Then, I dreamt of her. Of her voice to be more precise, heavenly singing from the open windows of the first floor of an old bricks and wood house. It was as beautiful as her. Sad she left to rapidly. I guess it's complicated for beaten women to don't be too unnerved. I can't wait to see her again.
Since an hour, there is on Twitter a news about a drive-by mass shooting near the campus of the university of California in Santa-Barbara, leaving seven persons dead, including the shooter, and seven others wounded. I let you comment.
On a lighter note, I went to the botanical garden, located not that far from where I live, and after he main north entrance, there was a man on an electric wheel chair, but, just where he could see me arrive from very far away. A perfect straight line. He was already looking in my direction, with his tattooed arms, and neither him nor I stopped looking at each other till I stopped a second by him, to tell him to stand up and walk, not afraid of his mean tattoos like I was, thing that surprised him later, from a none aggressive guy. It was so heavenly millimetered. I should have smile way more!
Then I went to the clinic. A very sad woman with colorful eyes and two relatives was there. I properly said hello and asked if it was going alright. Then she was sit with her mother just in front of me. She lighted a cigarette while talking to her, and she was already going better. She was no longer in tears, no longer a mother that in distress. So I started using writing on the iPad, but, not that long after, just as I raised my head up, I saw on the boulevard a group of persons pushing someone on a wheel chair, so, I stood up and walked towards them. While brush passing them, I said hello, and told to the young lady on the chair to go well in quite a relaxed way, to what, already smiling herself, she funnily answered, super immediately after: Yes! She didn't made me look like a fool at all. She is going to receive Intelligence now. She can walk, it's just that because of the mental problem she had, it was practical for her parents to have her on that chair to go downtown, overcoat a Saturday afternoon. She is going to love herself now.
Then, in my street, I said stand up and walk, to another woman in a wheel chair because her spirit was broken.
It's like that. I hear voices, and I like that. Her too! Since me.
She is being repaired, now that she's like USB plugged to heaven in her head. All happens there! It all begins there. Overcoat diseases.