Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Friday, March 11, 2016
Quilt Square Two: Discovering Toni
It's kind of a running joke within my circles that I am called Saint Anthony. I have been called this as long as I can remember. The family that started this tradition disappeared in 1976 off of the Navajo reservation after the white police raided for Vietnamese refugees fleeing naturalization. But, I remember them. I don't remember their names, but the mother was always losing things, & she'd mutter them out loud. Apparently, in the midst of my playing (& w/o thinking) I would reply nonchalantly the whereabouts of said object. Whether this was because I was an observant child or just clairvoyant I don't know. I was always told that I was stupid & couldn't see the nose on my face by those that were supposed to care for & encourage me, so I learned not to trust my own skills. But, this Japanese lady knew. So, she called me lil, Saint Anthony, or Toni. I thought it odd as he was a boy.
After my most recent walk through the darkness & almost experiencing death at my own hands, again, God told me to do a few things. Some I don’t understand, like setting up a makeshift studio in a bedroom. & some I do, like researching the saints. I am not catholic, & I have always thought their ways weird & too stuffy. I also see their prayers as if they are too frail & guilty to come to god with a powerful voice. In short, I thought all Catholics were either bullies that forced attrition upon oppressed people (which they have) & were really weak & worshiped graven images & false idols. I still think that they let guilt & fear rule them, & I know they worship graven images & people. However, I do appreciate the saints. They were imperfect people doing a perfect work.
Saint Anthony of Padua is the Patron Saint of Lost, Misplaced, or Stolen items. He is also the Confessor & the Doctor. He is the lover of children (not in the way dirty way you may be thinking). He really was a good teacher, & he suffered the children as Christ commanded.
As the Confessor, he wrote homilies that I would be proud to call my own. He questioned the traditional churches about grace rather than commands. I really would have liked this guy solely on his teachings of the word, but I digress.
336 after his death, his body was exhumed for some reason or another, & although his entire body was gone, his tongue remained perfectly intact. It was preserved & is now displayed somewhere or another. Frankly, the place & time doesn’t concern me. He was a great orator & teacher, his tongue. . . HIS TONGUE! was completely whole! It is displayed in what appears to me to be a giant open-faced vagina sammich, but to each their own interpretation.
See for yourselves:
I have since honed my skills of finding things. I am so good at it that some people have calked me from across the US to ask me help them find their car keys. I have done so successfully too many items to count. It spooks most people, & others just take it for granted. But, I know I have this gift. I also have the gift of gab & the ability to teach when the student is ready (otherwise, I am an impatient fuck). What I’m trying to say is that God is showing me connections that may seem minuscule to the average eye but are astonishing when seen through the spirit!
After my most recent walk through the darkness & almost experiencing death at my own hands, again, God told me to do a few things. Some I don’t understand, like setting up a makeshift studio in a bedroom. & some I do, like researching the saints. I am not catholic, & I have always thought their ways weird & too stuffy. I also see their prayers as if they are too frail & guilty to come to god with a powerful voice. In short, I thought all Catholics were either bullies that forced attrition upon oppressed people (which they have) & were really weak & worshiped graven images & false idols. I still think that they let guilt & fear rule them, & I know they worship graven images & people. However, I do appreciate the saints. They were imperfect people doing a perfect work.
Saint Anthony of Padua is the Patron Saint of Lost, Misplaced, or Stolen items. He is also the Confessor & the Doctor. He is the lover of children (not in the way dirty way you may be thinking). He really was a good teacher, & he suffered the children as Christ commanded.
As the Confessor, he wrote homilies that I would be proud to call my own. He questioned the traditional churches about grace rather than commands. I really would have liked this guy solely on his teachings of the word, but I digress.
336 after his death, his body was exhumed for some reason or another, & although his entire body was gone, his tongue remained perfectly intact. It was preserved & is now displayed somewhere or another. Frankly, the place & time doesn’t concern me. He was a great orator & teacher, his tongue. . . HIS TONGUE! was completely whole! It is displayed in what appears to me to be a giant open-faced vagina sammich, but to each their own interpretation.
See for yourselves:
I have since honed my skills of finding things. I am so good at it that some people have calked me from across the US to ask me help them find their car keys. I have done so successfully too many items to count. It spooks most people, & others just take it for granted. But, I know I have this gift. I also have the gift of gab & the ability to teach when the student is ready (otherwise, I am an impatient fuck). What I’m trying to say is that God is showing me connections that may seem minuscule to the average eye but are astonishing when seen through the spirit!
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