"...Mystery"

Here's a mystery from my childhood. 

Back in about 1962 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. 

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 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!

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.

I'm often asked what the animated plaster Saint Teresa said or did during this event.

She said, "...Pray". That's all.  No advice on how to escape from that demented religion.

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.

Later I learned pretty much all organized religions have incidents like this. ...and they all shut them down as fast as they can. Guess da gawds is restless. 

Who knows what the fuck is going on. 

Me I figure if ya go poking into mysteries they might decide to poke back.