From Scornful to Sacred

Like fierce caterpillars my eyebrows crawl up my forehead where they lash out at the presence of ghosts, spirits, God, and angels. They produce exclamations of suspicion, even as I desperately try to open my mind. Sometimes I'm positive they're trying to keep my third eye closed for good. My mother loves Jesus. She'll inform … Continue reading From Scornful to Sacred

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