[Sundaycommunity] The Beautiful Gate

[John Scandiffio]


Wed. April 20’22 first reading at Mass is on The Acts of the Apostles The Cure  of the Crippled Man. Peter and John met him at the Beautiful Gate in Jerusalem where they were going for prayers. 

This is my story yesterday about a subway stop  that I usually attend while going home to a tiny condo owned by my son  where Marianne and I now live.  The subway stop is my place to sit and wonder. 

My son lives at our house with our three dogs . One of our trees in the back yard was damaged. The top of the tree was split in the powerful winds last week and one side broke and rested on the branches below.  If it falls it may land on the addition of our elderly neighbours next door.  Yesterday, I called Maggie Chu , the neighbour and advise her that the tree service man is on removal of the tree and planting a new smaller tree. Maggie takes care of her husband Frank who has serious health issues. .  Then she says right out of the blue “you need to get out and meet folks”.  

 A message comes to me about meeting folks . So something awakens in the soul  when the spirit visits and takes over.

My habits nightly are to hold up at the subway stop after making my rounds every night such as buying the odd groceries and walking Angel my dog . 

I’m not alone there. Often there is a musician playing in the long underground walkway north .  Folks like me sitting and hanging around.  Sometimes we talk. So now I think I’ll have a sandwich and a bottle of juice if someone needs it and hopefully meet friends. 

Why do I like being there. At at the subway stop there is a tall well dressed elegant predator  who calls himself the son of Zeus.  He comes around and attacks the innocent in the area.  I was attacked once and confronted him immediately.   I told him he was not the son of Zeus  and that hurt his feelings.  He evaded the subway police.  Yes I once met a son of Zeus and he’s was living in a peaceful zone.   Another time I followed him for about about a kilometre south of the subway stop and talked to him while calling 911 emergency line.  911 did not answer but called me back 90 minutes later.  I did not follow him down a dark lane way. I prayed about him at our mass some five years ago.  His stealth is astounding  and brazen. I think that is why our souls meet .  It’s like feeling the devil in him as he nears.  Before I followed him I saw him slip quickly past me ,stand on a high snow bank and then plow into pedestrians crossing Bloor Street.  He strikes at times and ways that shock like during great blizzards. 

Authorities are not free enough to trace him even though he is on videos at The Metro Grocery store showing his attack. 

This is where folks both evil and honest folks  assemble. 

I can’t wait to share with Maggie next door about the folks that  I meet and  chat with
and thank her for her advice.  I won’t talk about the predator. I know she will warn me anyways. Bless you Maggie. God is so good. 
Honest folks together are strong. 
Leo Tolstoy .

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