Dreamt of having a long sit-down with the Bookstore Proprietor (The Old Man) about yesterday’s vision and the implications of it. We discussed my relationship with (Merciful Mother) Mary, the kennings I know her by, and the contradictory experiences I have had with the Christian god(head).
The bastard even had the temerity to point out that the Christianity I have been taught is effectively a fanfic of a fanfic of an unauthorized release. A set of engineered beliefs meant to keep me in servitude to whoever was in power at the time, religious and/or political. (Don’t get me started on Black American Christianity, humility, and the notion that bearing human suffering under human rule is how a good Black American Christian shows God’s love.)
I have ideas to ponder and conflicts to reconcile.
And then the Bookstore Proprietor softly dropped that St. Cyprian may be able to help me and I literally flipped the table and stormed away before I became rude in my rage. (I have issues with that saint and he knows it.)