After sixteen years again, I did go, to this retreat house, once more. The first was for a youth retreat. The second was when I felt like dead meat. Well, that was almost four years ago. Seemed like from the bottom of a pit of woes. Desperately seeking the man in the clouds, Began six years from now, though not out loud. So to Potta, I went, in search of advent. I'd been there before; I knew what to expect. I knew I'd have to meditate, pray and introspect. On the very first day, confessions were happening. Serpentine queues for hours, a bit maddening. I went during the summer vacation, wrong time to go. Too much of a crowd; my fault. Bad timing, I know. When my turn came, I was all excited to begin. The healing process and all from within. But the old priest just started to frown and yell at me. Remembering that experience the next day, I felt a bit crappy. So for the counseling session, again in a big line. Waiting for my turn to speak to a counselor to be assigned. There were about thirty of them, all busy and all. A maximum of fifteen minutes for each case, I seen in that hall. I made a mental note and assessed the situation. Short-listing three of them who wouldn't resort to condescension. One of these three was a pretty little lady. Grey eyes, long skirt-and-blouse, out there seemingly flaky. Since she wasn't in traditional, conservative attire like everyone else out there. I knew she had to be an Anglo-Indian with no need for me to despair. She probably wouldn't shout and yell at me. At least speak to me a while properly. I shortlisted two other men who seemed somewhat smiley. But you don't get a choice and just have to go to whoever is free. Just before my turn, I noticed this lady was already done. She got up from her seat. Headed for a lunch break, to eat. Finally it was my turn, and another counselor was free. But I just ran and sat right in front of this coloured-eyed lady. Handbag on her shoulder, already a few steps away. Typical Anglo style, "my girl" she did say. "I'm leaving for lunch; I'm done for the day." But I kept sitting and smiling like a spaz, anyway. I didn't say a word; but I didn't move. Finally, she succumbed and got into the groove. Later that day in my room, my roommates pointed out. When asked, I said I had no concerns and that was their doubt. Because if it were as I had claimed, why was I with the counsellor for 1.5hour? I hadn't realized it had been that long. People at the end of the queue were long past gone. But I sat with Kareena, that grey-eyed lady. Somewhere in her mid fifties she'd be, maybe. At the end of it all, she told me to get my hands on a prayer book. So I asked her for the name and told her, online I'd buy and look. To that she told me, it couldn't be bought. And I assured her I'll find it, if I ought. She told me the book was never sold. It's always a free copy given to every soul. "I'm here at Potta; and we're not supposed to be doing this. His methods are unconventional, so Catholics grumble and dismiss." Then she hesitated and gave me her number. With a look of pity and a troubled wonder. Out of her handbag, she handed me this tiny book. One third the size of my phone, not interesting to look. Thought to myself, another among hundreds to be added to my collection. When you need to pray, which idiot opens up a book from a selection? It was her personal copy. With notes and markings, a bit shabby. "You need it more than I do", said the lady. Tenth of may. I'll never forget that day. Just about everything coincided. The epicenter of an invisible battle, collided. The moment that little book came unto me. Lord, my God, what did you let them do to me? This book in my hand, sitting in Kerala far away, the devil too planted his vermin that very moment, that day. ....to be continued! -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved. (This pic has some of the many friends I made at Potta. It was lovely to meet people from all over the country. The people in this pic became very dear to me. Not in regular contact, yet very close.)
What a journey!
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It’s been quite a ride 🤣😄🙈🤭😅😁😆🤣
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Wishing you peace for the rest of the trip 🙂
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Thank you Collin…..that’s very thoughtful and nice of you…..🙏🏼🤩💐
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You are very welcome 🙂
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Wow, what a powerful adventure to see you on your path as you trusted you needed to be with the gray eyed lady who gifted you her book.. lovely! ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you Cindy 🎀💟😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩💟🎀 ….quite an adventure it has been!😅😄😁😅…. it was just meant to happen…in a way😉
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Interesting read Ruel. 💕💕 Waiting for the next part to see what impact the tiny book did to you! 😊😊
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Preethsssssssssss🤩😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩
Thank you dearie. 😊😚😊😚
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I am proud of you little sister for seeking Jesus. I can’t wait for the rest of your story.
Jesus loves you little sister 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thank you brother Matt…..
I didn’t have any viable options available anymore….😁😆😅🤣🙈😉😅
Jesus loves you tooooooooooo
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Curious About
What The Small
Book Is And How
It Seems to Be A Bit Dark to You…
You Look Very Alive And Happy
In the Photo Nothing
Like Dead
Meat
IN that one For Sure..:)
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It brought light to me….i
n the most bitter sweet way.
I’m not exactly sure how to say….
….more bitter than sweet….
but light anyway….
🙃🙂🙃🙂🙃🙂🙃🙂
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Bitter Sweet When Someone Tells You
They Want Your Light
Captures Traps Your
Heart Roasts It Over
An Open Fire
Yet
You
Always
Forgive
For Light
Feels No
Other Option
You are Sincere
And True Rue
It’s A Very
Dark
World
Yet
Still
All Is
The
Beauty of
God Worth
Forgiving
It’s
Much
Harder
To Do JeSuS
Than Talk
About
Jesus
Yet
You
See
‘Real
Jesus’ Is
No Ability
To Send
Anyone
To Hell
Not
Even
F You
Never
Come Back
Again As Psychopaths
Are Born With No Soul
Empaths Are Born
With
All
Soul
Feeling All
Dark
And
Light
That
Comes
Through
i Dance
i Sing
Within
To keep
A Safe
Distance
To Avoid
A Total
Eclipse
Of My SuN
AGAiN
For The
Sun
And
Moon Shines
In My Windows… 🥀💫🙏
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May your sun never be eclipsed
And may you reflect more brightness with each passing day…..
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Amen Reflecting
Back to You
In For Giving
Thanks
Giving
Treasure oF LiGHT
Out Of Darkness iNDeeD
Prayer
Amen
To Give 🙏🍃
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🙏🏼🎀💐🙏🏼
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🙏☺️
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I’m all concerned now and want to know what happens next. But I know you are blessed and beautiful and I know you belong to the King of All… xx
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Even I really want to know what happens next 😅🤣😂😜…
Jokes apart …thank you Dawn….you’re a very kind soul 🎀💐🤩😍💟🎀💐🤩😍💟
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will you tell us?
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😘🤩😍🤩😘😘🤩😍🤩🤩😍🤩😘😘😍🤩😘
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I’ll tell you🤐🤫😉😘😍🥰
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PRAISE THE LORD GOD!
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Praise Jesus 🤩😍🤩😍🤩😂🙂🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼😍🤩😂🤩🤩😍🤩😍🤩🙂
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I’m flabbergasted!!!!!!!!! 😀 ❤
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GOD PRPARED THINGS FOR YOU, RUE, BEFORE YOU ARRIVED! THAT’S WHAT MANY MISSIONARIES SAY!
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Amen to that 🙂
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You and I have seen it-!
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Has God prepared time for us + ❤
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