So… I told my priest that I talk to angels. He took that info pretty well. Mostly he wants me to confirm that I’m not talking to demons. If I’m talking to demons, this is a very long and elaborate con that has convinced me to go back to Church and start volunteering. Not to mention that I can feel that I have wings and a halo and a burny thing in my chest.
As my priest put it, “Imagine if you went up to a doctor and told him that you’re taking a medicine that the doctor’s never heard of and you feel great and keep taking it.” Yeah, I guess it makes sense to confirm who I’m talking to. According to his exorcist buddies, if you want to confirm that a being that claims to be an angel is in-fact an angel is to get them to acknowledge Jesus as God. Demons will apparently never ever say that.
Not too bad. I’m not kicked out of the Church or getting exorcised.
This new paper towel is super soft, but not very absorbent
Dormition Icon in the main church of the Pechori Cave Monastery, Russia
(© dramoor 2014 Pskov, Russia)