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Feb. 10th, 2009 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afufleI feel so guilty. A couple years ago, I reported a priest who I am darn sure frequented male hookers. I've been following this happening, I am still sure I am not wrong, years after I found out about it I met these two guys. They are still failry major thieves(one of them stole my wallet when I was walking down the street), ne'er-do-wells, addicts. One has been in and out of jail, and he and his seemingly more stable friend live closeby. They help the neighborhood crack dealer, presumably for a little of the goods.
I found someone who knew a member of the board that investigates these guys. He was investigated and nothing was found, he was reinstated adn it saying mass. I went to a friend's dad's funeral, and he was was right up there giving a quick intro (it was a funeral home, not a church).
I kept squirming so he wouldn't see me, though he probably did. And also I was just mad just to see him. I think he should be open about his sex addiction, his using prostitutes. I don't mean in the sense of "here's what I do, I think it's okay." I mean in the sense that, "wow, I was a sex addict, and when I should have been counseling people like this and leading them away from street crime, not contributing to it. And I think he got the money to pay them from the poor box once. He showed no recognition, though you never know.
My friend who was sitting next to me said she sure knew something was wrong (I'm always sure people can't read me, but I'm obviously transparent). I told her about it. I also told her I have a still repressed memory about visiting this guy with his sister and "My Best Friend" from high school. I was walking in the middle of the night on impulse, after midnight, barefoot, and stepped on a slug. It popped. My Best Friend and her friend, the priest's sister just happened to be walking my way. We went to the rectory and ... I don't remember anything else. But I'm beginning to think that it's very odd I don't remember it. What did we talk about? Maybe it was nothing.
Anyway, I don't know if anything at all unusual happened, or if I'm just paranoid.
In my many little messages from Heaven, I had been hearing, "Aquila Non Capit Muscas"--the eagle does not catch flies. I do feel, I tried my best, and I think from my effort that I have found out more about certain people that I am glad to know. In the sense that I think they are not improving life on the planet and I don't care to be their friends.
His sister just passed me in the library, that's when I felt the guilt. She has a bunch of little kids, not all of them hers, to take care of. Even if he's guilty as hell, and I think so, and even if he should be repentant and open about it, is it my business unless I actually SAW the sex act I am so sure happened?
He's mostly a boring priest, by the way. That's a sin right there.
I found someone who knew a member of the board that investigates these guys. He was investigated and nothing was found, he was reinstated adn it saying mass. I went to a friend's dad's funeral, and he was was right up there giving a quick intro (it was a funeral home, not a church).
I kept squirming so he wouldn't see me, though he probably did. And also I was just mad just to see him. I think he should be open about his sex addiction, his using prostitutes. I don't mean in the sense of "here's what I do, I think it's okay." I mean in the sense that, "wow, I was a sex addict, and when I should have been counseling people like this and leading them away from street crime, not contributing to it. And I think he got the money to pay them from the poor box once. He showed no recognition, though you never know.
My friend who was sitting next to me said she sure knew something was wrong (I'm always sure people can't read me, but I'm obviously transparent). I told her about it. I also told her I have a still repressed memory about visiting this guy with his sister and "My Best Friend" from high school. I was walking in the middle of the night on impulse, after midnight, barefoot, and stepped on a slug. It popped. My Best Friend and her friend, the priest's sister just happened to be walking my way. We went to the rectory and ... I don't remember anything else. But I'm beginning to think that it's very odd I don't remember it. What did we talk about? Maybe it was nothing.
Anyway, I don't know if anything at all unusual happened, or if I'm just paranoid.
In my many little messages from Heaven, I had been hearing, "Aquila Non Capit Muscas"--the eagle does not catch flies. I do feel, I tried my best, and I think from my effort that I have found out more about certain people that I am glad to know. In the sense that I think they are not improving life on the planet and I don't care to be their friends.
His sister just passed me in the library, that's when I felt the guilt. She has a bunch of little kids, not all of them hers, to take care of. Even if he's guilty as hell, and I think so, and even if he should be repentant and open about it, is it my business unless I actually SAW the sex act I am so sure happened?
He's mostly a boring priest, by the way. That's a sin right there.
