Update to last blog posted here: Stigmata

 UPDATE: It was on 22 August when I wept for the first time. It makes sense as to why the stigmata formed over those 3 days. My husband had to go across town to deal with his Jeep. I didn't answer ANY of his texts. That was also the day when I took a picture of the scar in concrete from the porno page that I burnt on 9 August. I realized the issue when I saw the time stamp of the picture. I burnt the porn close to 4 PM. The picture of the concrete scar was taken a bit after 11:30 AM. YES, that was the visual that I saw!!!! That's when it formed


Here's what's crazier. I tried to get back into ecstacy the next day. Husband kept texting me issues from the dealership. He had to return across town after they lied on Monday that the Jeep was ready. I lost focus. I vividly remember that it was about 12:50. I was at around Cloud 8. Not quite at Cloud 9. Then the worldly distractions pushed me back to Planet Earth. I was really distraught that day. Geez was I so sad


I dealt with it. It probably came after sleep. Upon waking up into my third day of the Stigmata that never went away even as I was sleeping and bathed, I had this epiphany: I'm on this Earth, I know that Heaven is real, and we are in this state right here, right now so that we know what is to come but we can't always be in Heaven on Earth. On 22 August, I was in Heaven ever so briefly. 


That's why the Stigmata will never return (in my opinion). It can't. I'm on Earth. It was there to tell me that my many leaps of faith were rewarded. I know none of what I do and will do shall be in vain. That's all. Going to make a separate post since this update is way too important. Didn't think I'd ever get the answer to this. My husband's text interruptions were unwittingly traumatic. So yes, I remember that awful day, 23 August, very well. He did nothing wrong. I just couldn't do it. That was the 2nd day of my Stigmata

Update for friends only:

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"It was on 22 August for sure when I had that visual of Joan of Arc burning. Wept for the first time. Stigmata formed from there. I had to go through my text history. 23 August - 2nd day of Stigmata - was so awful and tragic. I couldn't push into Cloud 9. Stuck at Cloud 8. Almost hit Cloud 9. Then worldly distractions came from my husband. Then he examined me on 24 August of the Stigmata. Noted that it looked very gray. Then it disappeared. That mark told me how long the cross is to be that is to be branded right into my right arm. That will only happen when I finish my project. It's going to be very painful. But Joan of Arc did not scream. I will not either. 


https://brandedmartyr.blogspot.com/2022/11/update-to-last-blog-posted-here-stigmata.html

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