Today’s Update:
Wednesday 23rd March, 2022
Location:
University Library Public Access Area – 2nd Visit (non-student)
I woke up at the usual location, the 1st district police station in rue Marche Saint Honore and still homeless (no notices received from the tribunal to suggest any changes to my status); then I walked over to Westfield Shopping Complex to pick some Flowers from the park for the early morning prayer service at the local church, Notre Dame des Victores, which opens at 7:15am. I then entered and arranged the flowers neatly in a vase in front of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
While I was praying at the ALTAR where I placed the flowers, I noticed my candle was missing from the stand, that I put there just yesterday; it was donated to me by a random stranger who purchased it at the Catholic Shop located accross the road from the Church. It was supposed to burn for 9 days. I briefly interrupted my prayers to the Blessed Virgin, to sort through the candles burning bright on the stand to find mine (which had a picture of Jeanne D’Arc, and my name at the bottom, not like the others) but I couldn’t see it.
From my right side came along a woman with dark skin, who I don’t know personally and is not a friend of mine but a long standing mamber of that church and a one of the caretakers I believe, who ordered me to stop touching the candles, ‘No No No’ she growled!
I treid to communicate with her on civil terms in a soft voice in plain English, my intentions, but she wasn’t interested in hearing it and continued cutting over me with ‘No No No, don’t touch…’
I didn’t bother involving the sisters and walked out quietly to keep the peace.
I have no friends in that Church, I go there ONLY TO PRAY and to be with GOD and I prefer to do alone but I understand that the Church is a shared space and everyone is supposed to be welcome, so we have to make every effort to tolerate each other; but it’s not the first time I had to tolerate this woman.
Last week I brought into the church, a NEW FRESH ORANGE LONG STEM ROSE, that was donated to me freely by a local florist to put in-front of the Blessed Virgin Mary, before service. The very next day it went missing, right after the caretaker in question had left. I didn’t see her take it so can’t accuse her of it, but apparantly someone else did and reported it back to me – it was the only ORANGE ROSE among the white ones and everyone saw me bring that rose into church and place it in-front of the Blessed Virgin, the day before because I entered late for the lunchtime service getting everyone’s attention, as I walked right up to the ALTAR holding it with care.
I searched all over the church to find it, in case it had been moved before assuming it missing.
The only friends I have at that Church are the Sister of Notre Dame des Victories (and just ONE Priest from Saint Joseph’s Chapel in the second district); and if anyone would like to follow me in there one day, you are most welcome but you will see that when in Church, I only talk to GOD through Prayer, which most of the time is done on my Rosary Beads.
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