I remembere these words from the movie Poltergeist in the 80’s; a oung man said te me to me over the shelf in the bookstore wkere i was working in New Jersey after I got put on one of the anti-]sychoyic medicines that were available at that time. It didnt agree with me.
at that time i had no hilarity and afterward i ended up cutting my wrisys and ended up on the psych ward for the first time. I was so sick wirh Major Depression. I know now, the doctoror didnt gwt it.
40 years later ive lost most of my chances, for instance, i had 3 abortions and 1 chikd who doesnt know how to feel about me and never held a real job.
40 years later ive lived down the undergraduate literary magazine that had me trapped in a way I didnt know until a couple of nights ago when i accidentially touched on a nerve. It really was like Poltergeist, the scene where all the dead bodies come rising up in the pool because the builders moved the grave stones without moving the dead bodies. Something aboit ascribing shit TO ME, a handy DEAD BODY SO MA N Y TIMES OVER.
i had such an amazing encounter with Mother Mary before I went to the hospital a year and a half ago, actually thats mot quite right. I heard the John Lenon song over and oner. I saw Stevie Wonder in Heaven not blind. Just his face, singing, and John Lenon’s face. This was at the hospital. And the Alien that had been here came there after that in a soft, soft way and it was so beautiful.
Today I finally am straightening it out about the various Mary’s and related faith matters. It is the most significant day in intellectual matters of my faith life.
Un.Bon.Mot 