MY ZIG~ZAG TO HEALING~15:4

THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE


So drunk and tired that I could barely keep my eyes open, I really did not feel like searching for a hotel and going through the whole check-in process.


Listening inattentively to my father’s nonstop supplications and only because I had always enjoyed my lively music-oriented conversations with conga master Armando, I gave in and said that just an overnight at his house would do.


Parking his Caddie couch in front of this beautiful beachfront tower, I could hear the crashing of the Atlantic Ocean.


Sweating like a pig not used to the incredible heat and high humidity, I started taking my tie off and my father said to please not because a lot of the “dignitaries” were dressed in tuxedos.


Knowing that he wanted to show me off as his fabulous 1st son from San Francisco, I rebelliously threw the tie into my briefcase.


Dead exhausted and feeling a bag (hangover) coming over me, I trudged into his immense luxuriously decorated ninth floor penthouse.


Introducing me first to Sally and then to my “new” brothers 10-year-old Sumo and seven year old Mavee, I tried my best to be courteous and walked over to the exquisitely laid out bar and proceeded to order a shot of Chivas Regal.


Refuting his wanting to be nice-nice, I asked where Armando was and my father said that he had just left.


Totally disappointed, I now ordered a double shot and ignored my father’s request to introduce me to the mayor of San Juan that later would become governor of Puerto Rico; as well as other prominent civic and business leaders that were busy dancing salsa to the tremendous five piece band.


Starting to regain some sense of composure after 4 shots of Chivas, I stared across the room at the at least 50 people present, and noticed the strikingly powerful vibration emanating from this lady approaching me.


Very elegantly dressed in a floor-length sequined black evening gown and wearing what seemed to be very expensive jewelry, upon standing in front of me she asked if I knew that I had two monks on either side of me.


Acerbically and respectlessly responding, “what the hell are you on lady?”


Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.


+ Divine Intimacy ~ He is!

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