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Orphanage Home: 213 Lukward Street, Los Angeles. She was shocked and didn’t put it into consideration until she saw another familiar writing on the paper. The old priest stated: “Fred and I. May the Heavenly Father forgive us.” Her eyes widened, confusion hit her hard. “Why would the old priest demand forgiveness from the Lord for him and Fred”? “What’s going on?” she gasped. The room became thick, each walls held secrets of decades. Tension grew. As Secrets are about to be unveiled.

" After informing him about the vision and leaving out the suicide aspect, I yelled the words out loud to this Priest. Fortunately, I had paid him a visit before his next service began. “What?” I told him I was astonished by his pleased expression. "I'm sorry, but the verse you just yelled is one of my favorite Bible scriptures, Matthew 11:28, as said by our Savior." With that wide grin on his face, the Priest answered to me. His response made me grumble a bit as I realized that my instinct had been correct in assuming those lines were from a Christian bible scripture. "However, why did he approach me and say that?" I then claimed I was going to question the Priest, but I believe I already k

She added, "If you could, go far away from them. Don't reply too, no matter what happen... And try different attending masses in different churches until you find one that sprinkle authentic holy water." "Miss Lucy... I've long tried that, and it didn't work." He reminded after a low grunt. She helplessly shook her head. "... Sadly, the old priest I recommended you last time has already died." In the end, Nathan parted with the editor. He couldn’t tell her what was different with the one who talked to her this very early morning When he returned to his apartment, a slightly disturbing realization came to him. The book was still in his living room. Its position did not change, staying where L

" it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can" I bow a little "Thank you father" I follow him to his office "Please, lay down on the desk" I do just that, he places a cross on my chest, closes his eyes and starts speaking in tongues I feel something move around me, I suddenly start struggling and shaking "Hold on Precious, fight it!" Tom says wearing a worried look on his face I felt so much energy around me, suddenly I burst out some kind of purple light the priest falls to the ground I get up immediately and run to him

I glanced at both of them and the packs of books on the table. “What’s that for?” The priestess met my eyes for a brief gaze before pushing the books towards me, “I checked the house and these are the books he was checking out when he was around.” “What are they about?” I asked, stretching to pick the littlest and first one. “Mostly about how to destroy a curse..” That earned my attention, my fingers stopping on the first page that I just opened. A curse. Unless there was someone else he was helping and wanted to help. The only person that had a curse was me…

In the beginning, Judaism which begot the Christian faith was a faith that was built on sacred sex. Or at least that was what one author like that was trying to say through his book. I think it was Dan Brown? Yeah, and the book was The Da Vinci Code. In the book, speaking through a fictional Harvard university scholar, he buttressed the fact that sex was a divine act through which men encountered God through the sacred feminine. That the Holy of Holies in the temple built by king Solomon not only housed God, but also his female equal known as Shekinah. He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

The bishop, reading through one of them, approached Arthur. “These are not just musings, Arthur,” the bishop said. “They are medicine.” He suggested turning the reflections into a devotional series for the parish newsletter. Arthur hesitated but agreed. Soon, people were quoting his lines during Sunday gatherings, unaware they were reading the work of the once-disgraced priest they had once feared or judged. As the months passed, Arthur brought Isabella to see the library. Her eyes lit up with wonder as she ran her fingers across the edges of golden-inked texts and listened to the soft murmurs of students reading aloud.

He remembered his name vividly stepping forward a little but Clancy shouted at him instead furiously. "Don't get involved beast!" He shouted at Scott before looking back at the bishop "You never said anything about an Unholy Book, what is it? Made up by you?" He asked. The bishop finally getting choked to the point of blacking out flared out releasing a miniature wave of positive energy that at first was unnoticed by everyone except Clancy who was blasted few feets back like a ski. He stood back on his feet panting like a dog "No one made the Unholy Book up, it was written by the ancient one!" He responded to Clancy.