Afternoon Free Time

[falcongrrl]

I thought that I would use this time to catch up on a little bit of sleep. Lately my dreams have been so vivid, that upon waking, I truly do not feel as if I have slept at all. No, instead I feel as if I have been living another life, one that at times feels more real than this one, this despite the fact that I know I can feel this wooden chair through the fabric of my skirts, that I may reach down and touch the soft black cloth resting against my thighs.

But in my nap I did not find solace, so I decided to write a bit upon awakening. Forgive me if this entry seems a bit disjointed. I fear there is to be no rest for me today. No rest for the weary. But surely there is rest in Our Lord the Shepherd, who cares for His lambs and even more so for His children? I know that there is; I have spent a lifetime secure in this knowledge, its certainty a soft blanket wrapped around this humble collection of flesh and bone.

But in the dream of perhaps ten minutes ago, I was sitting in a cloth chair, not a wooden one. I was wearing blue jeans. There were things in my ears, and I was listening to some kind of electronic music with what sounded a bit like African chanting. I was not wearing a shirt. I know I was female, though, because when I looked at my bare chest I could see pale breasts hanging down. There were silver and gold rings on chubby pale hands. Those hands were typing on a keyboard, on a computer exactly like this one.

I don't know what I was typing, or what it means.

I fear that I am going mad.

I just realized that yesterday the abbess was speaking to us about the need for recruiting those younger sisters who have been called. It's an odd turn of phrase, admittedly. However, some Sisters feel it will mean the end of our way of life if younger women do not continue to join our order. Furthermore, we do have something to offer them. Here one finds a freedom from the modern world - a world which often brings so much pain and isolation. Here, what perhaps appears as solitude is actually the truest form of intimacy: that of a true communion with Christ Our Lord.

Perhaps all this talk of voluntary recruitment is why I have been having such strange dreams about a younger woman whose life is so very different from my own.

If they persist, I will seek medical treatment. Sometimes women of a certain age develop strange symptoms. If I begin to feel warm for no reason, it may very well set my mind at ease.

I should go. It is almost time for my afternoon assigned work. I am to do gardening, which is somewhat of a relief given the hours spent looking at web design this morning. Yet here I am at the computer again; I suppose some of it is my own fault. But a little time outside in the fresh air should do me no small measure of good.

Comments

[amade.livejournal.com]

I was directed here through the graciousness of our Lord, Jesus Christ, and through his most humble servant, gleefulfreak.

I believe it is no coincidence that He has sent you to me at this time. Reading your thoughts and prayers has sustained me today - a day in which the unholy has seized my thoughts and pulled me away from my center and calm, which is the Light of the World.

I am hoping I can convince you to lend your prayers and support to my newest cause - Strippers for Jesus. I have long felt that this was an area in which I could do so much good. And the program is working - already my fellow brethren and I have convinced strippers in Georgia, Texas and Florida to begin wearing pasties in the form of crosses, to remind their customers of the Way, the Truth and the Life.

Many of our girls have also begun dressing as schoolgirls (in hope, I sincerely believe, that their innocence will be returned to them - pray god, it will!), and some have even taken to wearing rosaries while they dance! Isn't the grace of our Saviour wondrous indeed?

In closing, I hope that you will see fit to lend us assistance, either through your prayers, or perhaps even getting your convent involved.

Through Christ, all things are possible! (Just not probable...)

[gleefulfreak.livejournal.com]

*dies, dies, dies, dies, dies, dies, dies*

i love you guys. :D

[ladyperegrine.livejournal.com]

Spam in my journal about Christian strippers?

Now I know I must be going mad.

I will speak to the Abbess at the first opportunity.

[amade.livejournal.com]

But Jesus sent me - if he said it, it must be true!

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

It sounds as if you have doubts about our holy mission. Indeed, you would not be alone - some have criticized the Abbess for our brave undertaking and our drive to call others in the wastelands of the Internet to the faith, going so far as to call her a 'spammer', and worse, a 'waste of bandwidth'. Rest assured that none will be 'recruited' who do not find sympathy to our cause in their hearts. After all, the mailing lists we bought were all opt-in!

Please be assured, Sister, however humble it may seem, your work is an essential part of the Turing Engine of Christ that we are all building. When it is completed, what miracles we shall behold!

Yours in faith,

Brother Tuftears

thanks

[ladyperegrine.livejournal.com]

*nods solemnly*

Thank you so much, my Brother.

I needed this gentle reminder of the nature of our task, that we are here to bring the message of Christ to the heathen unsaved souls online.