Monday, September 24, 2012

Toothless in Phoenix

Sorry for the laxness on my part. I have been too busy to blog. Busy in a psychic sense.It turns out that my little house here in North Phoenix contains a "portal." This was news to me but it explains a lot of the strange goings on around here. Even Carol is getting used to the spirits whisking in and out. The five dogs are settling down also, they seem to understand that this is going to be the norm.
As I have blogged before, I have a hard time sleeping at night, I end up wrestling with all kinds of angry spirits. I thought I broke my toe the other night while I was trying to kick one. But my friends Laura and Karen along with the hardy troops from the local Spiritualist group have taught me techniques on how to control the unruly spooks. I was given the option of closing the portal but I have elected to keep it open. In the recent past we have been able to help several traumatized spirits cross over to God's love. I can't think of a greater calling. Maybe this is why God had me become a priest. It certainly was not to serve in a church that thinks I am irreconcilable. Yes, I have given up trying to get back in the church's good graces. Over the last twelve years they have come up with all kinds of accusations to keep me out. A lot of these are accurate but I thought that since I am "special" they would get over it. Nope.
So I will continue my healing ways with those that God sends. I am heartened by the news that Stephen King is using the theme of a hospice worker who has gifts similar to mine in his next novel. I do miss the opportunities to minister that hospice chaplaincy provided but the government limitations and the deer in the headlights look from some of the hospice staff caused me to quit.
By the way, I am now officially broke even without Mitt Romney's standard of brokeness recently exhumed.
That's it for now. If I run across any ghosties that have a direct message for any of you, I will pass it along.
Oh, the title of today's missive refers to Friday's oral surgery which left me without choppers and a hole in the roof of my mouth. Many have said that I act like I have a hole in my head. Perhaps it was prophetic, to those who believe in such things. Not me!

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