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I've been working too hard.
Isn't this the Sabbath, or one of somebody's sabbaths.

I'm happy to take a Sabbath any time I can get it, and then some.

I believe it's Sabbath with the Catholics today.

One of the churches, most filled with the Holy Spirit, but only in the laity, which is much abused by the priests.

If any of my people wear the robes, they are spies deep in enemy territory, but the Holy Spirit visits them often.

They know as I know, by the eyes.

Angels watch me and labor mightily to keep me from being exposed.

I get a lot of complaints.

Many people do as the angels do, but they suffer more than the angels in trying to watch over me.

I don't know if any of them see the angels.

I mean yes and no.

A bunch of college girls who had all rejected me and rejected me and rejected me saw me walk with an angel and devoured their spleens with hatred of both of us.

She was a nice girl, but an angel girl.

She might have desired to take a stab at being a human being, and God referred her to either of his sons. S I met her and loved her. She could have a human life, become a woman, and attain immortality and a daughter of God.

I think she had a pretty good shot.

Although I loved and admired her, I knew she didn't need me, and I knew it in my flesh of clay.

We don't marry angels.

It's about relationship and it has to be according to kind and equality of status.

The status of heart mind and soul.

It can't be conferred on anyone by anyone.

Even God can't make a man a king if he doesn't have the heart mind and soul of a king.

I'm Sabbathing it.

Just be patient.

It might not have been wrong to condemn the girls for hating the angel.

Women have a bad history with angels.

They could probably sense her the same way I could, as a feeling of being made of clay. I never know how aware girls are of anything, because I never knew any very well.

Girls were always being snatched away from me as soon as we began to notice one another.

Even a girl taken away immediately by the secret service, when I discovered them trailing us.

"Tim! Watch Out!"

She screamed it from a cross path area back in the woods where I left her to double back and see who was on the trail.

Why do they wear the damned radios in their ears?

How obvious are they trying to be?

And how stupid do they think I am.

But the girl sounded so scared I took to the woods.

I figured it was her security team, so they wouldn't be there to harm her, and it would be best if I were a little gone.

But my security detail was watching her security detail.

How did I know he was mine?

He was an old veteran with a bumb leg. I might cast the narrator of The Dude Abides to flatter him a little, but not by much. Her security was the usual government spooks.

My security is a spotted and ring straked lot of big characters.

Sabbathing, just Sabbathing with a church of sorts.

The church that hears my voice.

Jesus gets everybody else.

(I lost my train of thought because of a power outage, but I can hop on a car here somewhere.)

I was talking about the strange instincts of girls. Why did they think I was like the angel? Didn't I look human like them? Did I make girls feel like clay? I never could understand why they hated me so much.

The angel and I did think alike and we adopted the same posture for dealing with the world. She said I was the only normal man she had met. I thought exactly the same of her. She had no sin, but she was an angel.

I couldn't say I had no sin, but I had no interest in it.

Among humans that would be a normal person.

Even very simple people who are held in contempt by nearly everyone, or patronized by fools, can clearly see how destructive sins are to their lives.

It's the people who hold them in contempt that imagine that sin will enrich their lives with money and pleasure.

I didn't know how to comfort the afflicted and I seldom had enough of anything to do anything for anyone.

But I saw the afflicted when no one else around me seemed to notice them except to afflict them more.

I remember a girl in first or second grade. She was horribly deformed. She looked like something from a science fiction movie. I don't think there were any muscles in her face because she could make no expression. Her eyes seemed to be unlidded, popping out. I didn't treat her any differently from the way I treated anyone else, but I moved in closer to get a look in her eyes. I was used to reading people, in part by their eyes, but in bigger part by facial expressions and body language.

All I had was her eyes and it was a challenge because there was nothing else to see to read her. To everyone else in class I must have seemed to be going retard again. All I saw was sorrow, a deep imprisoned sorrow of a prisoner who couldn't escape. A girl who couldn't express herself.

I didn't know how to comfort her. My mother had never shown me any affection.

But I was a prisoner too. I did not want to be in that hell school where I had to fight with the other boys all the time. But they were tormenting her among the girls as much as they were tormenting me among the boys, and there would be another fight when I heard them tormenting her.

Why did the school wish to torment her? Had she asked to be there, or did they capture her as they captured me and forced us to be there? Was it a fancy new policy of integrating cripples?

If they couldn't protect or even understand a deformed girl, why would they even put her there. Those were the things I was thinking, but they would neither listen to my arguments, nor allow me to speak.

If I thought like a Young Sheldon lawyer, I would have drawn up legal statements of my arguments and observations and asked the teacher to sign them. Maybe it would have made the teachers think twice about their own behavior, if they had to put their name to it.

Well, God will judge them.

I've rambled long enough.
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when you awake you will
remember everything

I love this G.

I hope it's true.

I remember so little of my earliest school days.

There are giant black holes in my memory from that era.

I was poisoned with lead and mercury.

It must have been that.

I only held on to my most treasured memories.

Like Nancy
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She was a nice girl, but an angel girl.

call my name and save me
from the dark

I forgot her name.

Neither of us were very formal about names.

"Hey Angel Girl, hey love!"

That G probably wasn't about her.
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