Alms (recent story!)

 Ok, the Exorcism has been discussed. Moving forward with Alms. Do them! I love doing alms. Make food for others like service workers, donate to the church, do great deeds, give to the poor as Saint Martin of Tours did. Did you know that Saint Joan of Arc was proven Holy in part because EVERYONE said that she did alms? Nope, she was not possessed by demons!

Here's a great one. I go to the 7-Eleven to get a carton of cigarettes. Yes, like I said elsewhere, I do smoke. Know how it started? That pedophile was doing horrible stuff and I found horrible stuff inside his home. I didn't have much power to do much to him. Who was going to believe me anyway? I just felt this hugely evil air in his home. I wanted to murder him. I went nuts one night in silence at a friend's house when I got stoned. My mind was racing a million miles an hour. My head was buried in the couch.  I planned on killing him! Use a needle with bleach. Put it under his couch. Then when he sits on it, the bleach enters his body. He dies!

Well, I wasn't really sure how I would execute that. And if it didn't work, he'd kill me or have others kill me. So I started to smoke instead. He was old. So if I smoke near him, he'll get lung cancer. That's not a crime!

Recently, I went to the 7-Eleven. As I ask for a carton of cigarettes, this guy chatting with a worker starts to mock my voice on the basis that it's really high. He's in a blue jacket, has tattoos on his face, blond, white, tall. He's getting really flirtatious. Asks if I'm a flight attendant. "No, but I thought about it!" Asks if I'm a cop. "No, but I thought about it! I just don't want to arrest people for minor crimes to become a detective." He's now like "I can read you!" Then I tell him suddenly as a way to disengage that I live like a nun "except I smoke. I translate books for God and Fatherland." He's like "That's so cool! So you're celibate?" I wasn't expecting that. "Hmm, yeah." "And your husband is too?" "I guess he doesn't have a choice, right? We have to ward off the curses."

He then asks for money. "Sure." I try to withdraw $20 but the machine limits me to $10. I give him that. It was a really pleasant encounter.

Had he asked me for prayer, I would have called for his Cardinal Sins to be cast away.

Alms makes you radiate. It reinforces through deeds that what is ours comes from God. It reinforces our faith as spiritual beings living in a temporal human existence. It reinforces our Gratitude for God and that our destiny is merged with God's plan. I hope that my $10 to him, which is a small pittance compared to what I normally donate ($20 or $40 if the person seems desperate like this black lady I saw in a cloak, ignored by everyone walking into the grocery store), made him feel special and loved, which should lead to spiritual insights and grace should his heart be open to it. 

Guess I'll say something about that black lady. I left the store and saw her. I was upset. Went back inside the store to get $40. As I was going to get the pink and purple tic tags, I bumped into a magazine of Mother Teresa... a strange miracle. And yes, some of these homeless people could be angels on this Earth. Our hearts constantly get tested! Was she here so I could find that Mother Teresa magazine? Only God knows. Outside, I gave her the $40, told her to seek refuge at the Catholic Church, and nearly cried on my walk home from the Satanic people around her. I got home and drank a few Guinnesses, then regretting that I didn't invite her for dinner. It was a bitter experience

Alms is a great way to go for spiritual development. Do not worship Mammon. It'll make you lose a part of your spiritual self, which is what's important here