mandag 28. mars 2022

Exploding

How are you feeling?

Like I'm dying?

Don't say that. What's bothering you?

It's difficult to explain. I feel I am about to explode.

How so?

Like a balloon that is inflated to the max of its capacity...

That sounds painful. How long have you been feeling like this?

I'm not sure. The intensity of this sensation varies, but I think I've had it for 10-11 years. 

What happened 10-11 years ago?

Do We need to talk about that?

Of course We do.

It was around that time you disclosed to me Who You Are.

And since then you've felt like a balloon about to burst?

I don't understand where you're going with this....

Can't you instead tell me Who you used to be, when my name was Yeshua?

Sure. Back then my name was Mary of Magdala.

Awww.

What?

Nothing šŸ˜Š

Okay. You are sweet and all, but I'm a little too tired to play along with your mind games. Is there something you need to say?

Well... That 'balloon' you are talking about, I actually started inflating it back then. 

I know. It's very frustrating.

I can imagine. Nearly 2000 years of various incarnations as Catholic Nuns takes its toll. 

I'm tired. I have to go.

Can you just share one little detail first?

Okay. What?

What date is Our Wedding date?

August 11th. Why?

No reason in particular, St. Clare šŸ˜Œ

Goodnight, St. Francis.


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