"I Love A Mystery" ...google '30's radio game show.
Here's a mystery from my childhood.
Back in about 1961 or so at my Church Saint Matthews. A statue of Saint Teresa of Avila moved, and spoke to some of the girls in my class.
We as usual had been dragged in for Friday confessions.
We as usual had been dragged in for Friday confessions.
This to tidy our souls up for Communion on Sunday.
However what 10 or 11 year old kids could do to look bad in G-d's eyes I can't imagine.
However what 10 or 11 year old kids could do to look bad in G-d's eyes I can't imagine.
However the Nuns weren't taking any chances.
As for that talking plaster,...the church doesn't like personal revelations.
They prefer things go through the main office.
Well the bishop came to shut the whole deal down. A fucking Gag Order!
They prefer things go through the main office.
Well the bishop came to shut the whole deal down. A fucking Gag Order!
The girls, and the whole class was told to shut the hell up about it,...and we did.
It was our own personal "X-File". I love a Mystery.
There she is above 60+ years older, and looking fresh as butter in the humid sun.
Though not talking when I went by to say hello. ...gag order.
There she is above 60+ years older, and looking fresh as butter in the humid sun.
Though not talking when I went by to say hello. ...gag order.
I'm often asked what the animated plaster Saint Teresa said or did during this event.
Just we should "...Pray". She also opened her arms, and the roses which were no longer plaster fell to the ground.
Anyway an army of angry Nuns came to shut us the hell up. All was back to what passes as normal. Except none of us was ever "normal" again.
This our my initiation into the mysterious, and the fucked up response to it..
A tangible knowing that things are not as simple or ordinary as they appear.
Also that adults pretty much all of them were lying dishonest shit eating bullies.
You're on a roll Uncle!
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I suppose it must have been a spirit. Not necessarily a good one.
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Huzza! for the spirit of freedom, and wonder in all kids.
ReplyDeleteThese beauties when meeting weird shit...embrace it as cool.
Whereas the Black Robes ran in venal terror.
As for the nature of the spirit infesting that plaster.
Basically we don't know as we were shut down on pain of bad shit.
Usually it's just harmless sprites having fun with youngsters.
it's the blood stained main office that fears devils.
...with good reason as they are from the same origins.
We just wanted to see more Majik bleep happen.
In my case I have...pretty regularly.
That's why I did radio, and online swell shit like this.
Actually, this is what such statues are for. It goes back to ancient Egypt, if not further. They had rituals to invite the deity to dwell in the statue and be present. The ancient Greeks did it too; it's why they dressed the statues of divinities in their temples, particularly for special occasions; and it's spoken of in the Corpus Hermeticum.
ReplyDeleteSo the business of making offerings and prayers to the Virgin is a holdover from the ancient pagan world. The Calvinists pointed this out concerning Catholic image worship, and they were correct.
I've read books by ceremonial magicians who say that when a spirit appears whom you have been attempting to evoke and claiming to be a god or an angel or a representative of some higher being, it's difficult to be sure who in fact is showing up. It's not necessarily a matter of deception. The spirit you are getting might in fact be named Tzadkiel - an angel associated with Jupiter - but not the same Tzadkiel you were thinking of. Some kind of verification is required.
I would guess that some devout believer or believers poured major psychic energy into that statue over a sustained period; and that is why they got the result that eventuated.
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