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I forgot to put it out there about baptismal counseling by Sister Marie at St. Mary’s RCC Kutztown, who dicked me over about an affair she wanted to have.

I turned to Miss Deb at the clinic that I am currently trying to return to and she took Sister Marie’s side.

I was telling myself not to tell. But as I sat outside the McD’s near the psych offices, waiting for my appointment,, two older women in large SUVs pulled up on either side of me and I was scared, not knowing what to make of this.

my son is telling me to remember it might have been an alien visitation.

I went in there and told.

it was the beginning of the end for that therapy relationship. She disdained me in favor of Sister Marie. I had been on the wrong side of the authorities for such a long time. I never would have expected it of the Catholic Church as I have so held out an olive branch through their trials. I expected more of this therapist.

I was in such a bad place after that, it was one of the things that was driving me insane. Was the baptism legitimate?

what I need from this clinic today to heal me is for the good doctor to step out and receive me from the Haven Tower Unit where I was returned from 5 days in the snow. After a further alien encounter; out there in the woods; only to be disdained and funneled to the Act Team through my father’s naivete. To be sent far and wide to a place way out ihe country.

where I served Him in the waiting by drawing pictures of aliens and family members with crayons and colored pencils I think, to stay living, sort of like Sheherazade. I posted them on the outside of my door. People enjoyed looking at them as they passed my door. I am told they are worth millions of dollars now, if I could only get them back from my father. Along with the writing of mine that he has. Some if it was taken out of the trash in the bathroom back in the 80’s when I had gone to Wernersville. Other stuff he acquired over time as I shared it with him and lost the copies I kept back.

Getting this stuff back will help with this matter of the weird illness that has ti be resolved from decades if spinning my wheels unshowered with crud under my skin and cheese pimples from old masturbation woes.

something has to give here.