Called forth/out by Merciful Mother Mary and I step into a place of water so pure, it smells sweet because I’m used to bitter tap water. (The scent of water around her is also one of the biggest tells.)
She reaches out with her hand and what I did next is still fucking with me.
I took her hand with both of mine, sank to my knees, kissed her hand in greeting, and called her the Queen of Heaven with an attitude of adoration so sincere, it terrified me. (That she accepted the wor… adoration without correcting me is not helping.)
I am so far away from anything I was taught about Christianity, I’m questioning if she is who I have been led to believe.
I think this would be a good time for a temper tantrum. Yes. Lemme throw some shit and some words and get all this out my system now because I’m not going to have time for it later.
Besides, what followed was so intense I may not be able to fully unpack it. MMMary is gentle, even when she’s not.