As we all exit the colloseum the roars became hideous as the rape continued. Dick was dragged front and center for the crowds pleasure as more joined in on their fun. It was the Taliban that took over from there. My, my, how the wheels of Karma spin swiftly when the gears are oiled nice and right. Ophelia instructs me to view the envelope that was presented with Christ painted on so artfully. The envelope was dressed with a golden sealed ribbon that shined in the rays of sunlight.
When I pulled the golden ribbon it opened with a glowing light of warmth. The card was in the shape of a golden leaf sent from the Pope with an obligatory invitation to see him. Wow, an invitation to see the Pope within the Vatican. I guess I’m making some progress in the right direction. It also stated I was to arrive alone and it was an important invite. The Jinni’s were not upset. Actually quite happy not to attend. The card seemed to pull me in the direction of where I was headed and the Jinni’s stated that in an instant thought, they would be with me in seconds if any trouble were to arise. Always thanking them I said, “I’m off to see the Pope, will see you all this evening.” And in an instant they vanished in the cool breeze.
The whole climax was quite a rush and the adrenalin was still pumping within me. When I arrived at the Vatican, there were two Bishops greeting my invitation, leading me inside. The view of this awesome Biblical castle was illustrious and just so wonderous. I was completely enthralled by it all. Amazing architectural designs of pure artistry and serene power. They quickly ushered me to see the man of the hour, Mr. Pope.
“Greetings my son of God. You are a mighty man”. I reply, “I am honoured to be in the presence of such holy grace. I’m speechless.” Speaking with a mighty tongue he continues, ” You are a warrior among us, and a warrior of God.” He adds, ” I am the only High Priest to bless you. I permitted the battle to prove that good will always prevail over evil and that truth shines like the mornings sun with a dazzling performance of rightousness by the mighty of one. You Sterling Christianson have won that battle. There will be many more ahead of you son, but now you have the true blessings of me, The Pope.” He splashed Holy water on me and waved the sign of the cross and with a silent tongue I left in awe.
It was a long morning and great day that left me with deep hunger for food and thirst for the finest wine Rome had to offer. As I drifted to the nearest cafe surrounded by olive trees a small but precious leaf floated into my hand with a softening touch of serenity. It was over. The nightmare was finally over for sure. I kept the leaf tucked within my fingers and sat down to order some fine Italian cuisine thinking, What the hell am I going to tell my wife?
As we all exit the colloseum the roars became hideous as the rape continued. Dick was dragged front and center for the crowds pleasure as more joined in on their fun. It was the Taliban that took over from there. My, my, how the wheels of Karma spin swiftly when the gears are oiled nice and right. Ophelia instructs me to view the envelope that was presented with Christ painted on so artfully. The envelope was dressed with a golden sealed ribbon that shined in the rays of sunlight.
When I pulled the golden ribbon it opened with a glowing light of warmth. The card was in the shape of a golden leaf sent from the Pope with an obligatory invitation to see him. Wow, an invitation to see the Pope within the Vatican. I guess I’m making some progress in the right direction. It also stated I was to arrive alone and it was an important invite. The Jinni’s were not upset. Actually quite happy not to attend. The card seemed to pull me in the direction of where I was headed and the Jinni’s stated that in an instant thought, they would be with me in seconds if any trouble were to arise. Always thanking them I said, “I’m off to see the Pope, will see you all this evening.” And in an instant they vanished in the cool breeze.
The whole climax was quite a rush and the adrenalin was still pumping within me. When I arrived at the Vatican, there were two Bishops greeting my invitation, leading me inside. The view of this awesome Biblical castle was illustrious and just so wonderous. I was completely enthralled by it all. Amazing architectural designs of pure artistry and serene power. They quickly ushered me to see the man of the hour, Mr. Pope.
“Greetings my son of God. You are a mighty man”. I reply, “I am honoured to be in the presence of such holy grace. I’m speechless.” Speaking with a mighty tongue he continues, ” You are a warrior among us, and a warrior of God.” He adds, ” I am the only High Priest to bless you. I permitted the battle to prove that good will always prevail over evil and that truth shines like the mornings sun with a dazzling performance of rightousness by the mighty of one. You Sterling Christianson have won that battle. There will be many more ahead of you son, but now you have the true blessings of me, The Pope.” He splashed Holy water on me and waved the sign of the cross and with a silent tongue I left in awe.
It was a long morning and great day that left me with deep hunger for food and thirst for the finest wine Rome had to offer. As I drifted to the nearest cafe surrounded by olive trees a small but precious leaf floated into my hand with a softening touch of serenity. It was over. The nightmare was finally over for sure. I kept the leaf tucked within my fingers and sat down to order some fine Italian cuisine thinking, What the hell am I going to tell my wife?
