Visual of Saint Joan of Arc, Stigmata, Saint Genevieve, prayer, and music

 I veer towards the monastic and the charismatic. It's my inclination. Having been able to retrace the three days of my Stigmata formed from the vertical of the Cross of Lorraine, that was a really profound experience that I'll never ever forget. It was midday. I'm smoking, as I do during my translation breaks, pacing to and fro maybe 50 feet, ready to solve another problem, and I'm pounding music like always (the charismatic). Then I saw the visual of her burning at the stake. 

I'll never know if the Stigmata formed before, during, or after that visual. I just know that I had to keep working. Looking at the texts now, it seems that my phone was not working. At 4:43 PM did I get bombed with texts. Strange. It's not that that never happens - it's not super rare but it's rare - but it did happen on that day. I have never noticed that before. No wonder he could not distract me with his obligations. Phone was fine. Internet was fine. No texts came...

Anyway, this was the song that I was listening to, pacing and smoking, in deep prayer, being as, looking through my notes from that day, I was throwing darts at the wall to see what stuck. And... in that endless, dark maze, I realized that God was there. I guess months paid off

What's even weirder? I found out about Saint Geneviève on the 14th of July - Bastille Day. More, her Feast happens to fall on my birthdate. "Bruh," the blood ran cold through my veins. My husband made a lot of remarks to me that my lifestyle parallels her own. Then I kicked up mortification for over a month, on whichever days I was working. I guess after 5 weeks, I got a sign from the Heavens, Saint Geneviève preceding the visuals

And many more miracles have transpired ever sense

Jam away to Winger's Miles Away. That's what I was listening to, the spent days listening to it. 

 https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=lReVYWTvBHo&feature=share

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