spiritual protection
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He was the confessional without the collar. No stained glass. No wooden booth. No priest waiting patiently on the other side of a little brass screen. Just a telephone that was almost always on speaker and a man who could never keep his sins inside his own mouth. Behind closed doors, they poured out. The…
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What was mine but taken from me shall be returned.One. Two. Three.The staff strikes the earth. The sound cracks through the air like thunder splitting the bones of silence. The old spirits stir. Dust rises. The world tilts to listen. Hear this:What is mine is not yours.What you took in greed or deceit, what you…
