Letters of a Befuddled Subject‌ April 26, 2017 Dear Jesus, Being your slave, what can I do to tend the hours serving you? I see in your creatures vast potency in Love, latently waiting like some lady-in-waiting on a wedding. They bustle about with business for the purpose of distraction from leisurely thinking on beauty. Really, I notice Jesus, that when Love finally penetrates, they are embarrassed. How curious an emotional reaction in us Jesus; for I too have been embarrassed as such that I was mortified at your preferal of me because I could not defend myself. Is this also their problem as well? If it is, then we are one in sin here and one in grace where there is conversion from this petulant embarrassment of preference (for here all are preferred) in your Love. Pride enters before the sin of it is commit and with utter fecundity, rapidly procreates making the stellars of stars and astors of planets in place until that moment when the polarity of Pride’s incipient haste becomes illuminated with black light and goes from passive to active. This dark light has power to give men sight with no rites of prayer or Love and chokes all ceremony of innocents; that sense of self-worth that
spates not with fate or irony nor sieve, rather feathers to the heavens on the confidence of angels plaintive wings. Sin is blind, yet it has sight. Good Lord, when I was so blinded by the sight that I could no longer see the sea of Divine Mercy and languished long in the valance vanity creates around the foveal to make peripheral the tantamount reality…that’s Entertainment! You’ve given your wine and I have been inebriated and corroborated with you in this scheme to theme our salvation for this Nation of the United States! Thank you Jesus for this time to vent my poetic inclination on the incipation of the sin of Pride. Keep me from vanity by making me holy as it is in Heaven and under Heaven where we will live in unity with all Humanity. I Do Believe Jesus! Give us a miracle cleansing! Heal Us! Your Befuddled Subject
April 26, 2017 Second Letter
Dear Jesus, When will you come again? Are you not here already? Have you and I not Communed? How close is being bread to you? I search to know for how to give up cowardice and the prowess of survival for the flowing flower of giving Love from a fountain that has a source and cry’s blood for the redemption of another. Jesus, I know you did this just in the Incarnation alone not to mention the invention of the telephone where you truly cried with blood for all the chatter and gossip. Sprinkle me with hyssop therefore Lord for all of mine own chatter, what was the matter with me? Ennui! That trouble about boredom. This Monk once asked me for my boredom. Did I give it to him? I thought: how can I hand him something that is not palpable rather spiritual. I mean: How does one “hand over” a spirit? So, I didn’t have a wife to go home and ask; cause that is ridiculous!...no, burlesque! I can’t tell if I gave it or he took it. I definitely wanted him to relieve me. To be or not to be, Jesus, is only a question of to be me or to be bread for your edification. Is it painful to be ingested by you? Or is it fulfilling more than the stars in heaven rising every night? It is certainly all one or the other…no half measure. If it is painful, will you help me and not leave me? You, who are the Son of God and Man, could be left abandoned; me, I cannot be abandoned ever by you! Saint Alphonsus Di Liguori has said this: “My sweet Redeemer, Thine abandonment makes me hope that God, although I have betrayed him, will not abandon me.
O my Jesus, how have I been able to live so long forgetful of Thee? I thank Thee for not having forgotten me.� The Passion of Christ Chapter XV part IV Remember me Jesus when mine hour of death crosses my path and we shall meet without the veil of vain sight at the intersection of a Mexican Icon of your Mother on a tilma. Is a miracle vain? I may be in error to think so. Forgive me though for speckles of freckles on my face of Faith. Your Befuddled Subject
Wednesday May 3, 2017 Dear Jesus,
Today I play with the idea that the invaders of the west are best quoined in their belief that we are starting the Apocalypse and must “police” us out of it by direct intervention with the sword. How does that even make sense? Yet, I must ask: Are we about to face the end of time? Your second coming will be a terrible tribulation that neither I nor they as a populous are ready for! Seat of Wisdom, Star of the Sea, Morning Star and Tower of David: Please take us into your refuge for sinners! Don’t leave any one from Santa Clara County out of your Protection nor out of your sight! We need light! We are affright at the prospects of destruction, yet we suffer ennui and that makes me and everyone else wait on and for destruction just for some end of tribulation. NO MORE WAR! A journey of Peace Without Return! These, Blessed Mother, are the words of John Paul II on January 16, 1991 when we went to war with Kuwait and spate the world with a Stroman Norman to shock us with awe. Now where are we? From 1917, Blessed Mother, we have gone back to war about ever twenty-two years. Then its frequency capitulated to decapitations of deceptions that destruction will stop the Apocalypse and we will have rest. Now, how shall you and I help our neighbors Mary? Help them out of seeking destruction to relieve the pains of chastisement and tribulation? I know your Son well enough by now to know He leave things to be free. I say if you Mary, leave us to be free, we will wheel away in self-consumption and NEVER have the rest we are looking
for. Give us meaningful work and a spirit to carry it out in the name of God and for the salvation of every creature! Your Befuddled Servant