Christ-Talk

Christ-Talk
© ARC 9/25/09

This morning, I had another miracle experience
of what I call `Christ-Talk’.

Although, I often refer to my Inspirational Counselors
affectionately termed my ICs, at certain times,
it is `specifically’ Christ whom I feel in communication with.

My ICs use `spiritual’ multi mediums: people,
books, movies, TV, radio, email, texting,
phone, animals, thoughts, intuition, feelings, art, poetry,
impressions, sights, sounds et al.

Let me give you just a few examples of `Christ-Talk’.

It was soon after my 65th birthday;
I was safe and secure in daughter’s apartment.
The daily revivification was constant.
Some part of me was so traumatized
that since then and until now
I am aware I am `watching me from another dimension’ -
still in some type of fugue.

But I was trying slowly to `get it together’
and attempted to finally tackle
some of the medical correspondence
that had been building up since murderous assault
on my life five month previously.

I was technically under the canopy of indigent SSI
coupled with Social Security;
but there were some bills that seemed outside its scope -
not sure why.

So, I wrote those involved
stating I had nada - please `forgive’ the debt -
there is another specialized term,
but I can‘t remember what it is.

I only heard back from one of the multitude…
the administrator of the paramedics
who responded to emergency call.
The letter was personal and comforting…
his name: Christopher Carpenter.

It’s almost four years now;
I have met constantly `others’
who I know for a certainty I was supposed too
so that `name’ is added to prayer list
that begins upon awakening at 4:00 a.m.;
accelerates at 5:15 a.m. as I go out the door
to begin mile walk to mass.
Continues seriously throughout day
with several other prayer walks
accompanied by emotional support dog,
donated, with the name of Penny: (pennies from Heaven).

Last week, in an attempt to alleviate loneliness
experienced from recluse isolation,
I attempted to join a line dancing class
at senior center also walking distance a mile away.
Alas I couldn’t do it;
and in a rare moment of despair,
I told instructor I had to leave.

His eyes and the compassion I felt
overwhelmed me with transcending joy…
his name: Steward Shepherd.

Yesterday, I started for mass…
had to retreat.
It’s now very dark in the early morning
and I have to go down a long deserted overpass,
turn the corner on a street across from a park
where a man got stabbed to death last year,
continue down another deserted street,
cross over parallel to the other side of the park
until I reach the church.
It is dark and isolated -
several times I have been seriously `spooked’.

Yesterday, car drove in at closed gas station,
turned around, seemed to be `watching me’ -
drove ahead -
and I saw it idling in covert cul-de-sac.
I retreated back to house.

Today, I set out with extra prayers
to universe guardian angels for intrepidness
and as I got past the corner,
suddenly a young girl comes around
and with a cheery voice greets me.
I acknowledge her with gratefulness and say:
oh thank you, I’m a little nervous walking on this street.
She responds…well, you can certainly walk with me…

I started to joyously laugh as I saw her name
on tag she was wearing…Christie.+++###