Ascension Day Holiday in Paris
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Ascension Day Thursday: May 26th 2022, 7:20pm
Diary Entry
Location: Local Hotel (using the Guest Computer and Internet Service on GOOD WILL) 75001, The Ascot Residence, 8 Rue de Richelieu; I am alone and with no one here. I simply walked in and asked to use the guest PC on good will for a few minutes and reception staff said yes. I can’t afford a place like this, as I have not yet received my court orders, nor given any money by anyone attached to those orders that were made on 13/14th of January, 2022.
Went to church this morning at 8:45am and the sisters were in the middle of giving thanks through prayer – Laudes – so I joined in late. Then I managed to fit in 2 Rosaries in front of the Blessed Virgin, before mass started unusually early at 11:00am (normally it is at 12:15pm) – I was told it had something to do with the Public Holiday ‘Ascension Day: Jesus Ascends into heaven’…
Just before the host was given during service, a man UNKNOWN TO ME wearing eye glasses, came quietly from behind and grabbed me on the shoulder forcing me to turn back and face him. I didn’t understand his French, but I think he said his name was Chris. Who the hell is Chris? I don’t a Chris that attends Notre Dame des Victories, 75001? He was wearing a black face mask. Some one said he resembled the man that plays the piano in church during service but it definitely wasn’t him, because the man that plays the piano in church has never spoken a word to me and I don’t even know who he is; but it definitely wasn’t him this morning wearing a black face mask because I checked with the people around me before leaving. I was told the Piano Man was a very good friend of my husband, Bradley Agius.
I’m not exactly sure of his intentions, regarding the man in church this morning, but I gave him a friendly smile to keep the peace and then turned away; I don’t have any personal friends at that church, that I attend daily to do my religious retreats, so it was really odd that someone would even put their hands on me. It may have given the impression that we are together but we are not. I am always alone, I walk alone everywhere and I attend that church alone, that’s why I sit by myself.
There is a nice gentleman and his wife that I have started saying hello to, Olivier, but again I don’t know him personally; he’s a nice man and equally his wife is lovely but I couldn’t tell you anything else about them because I don’t really know them well enough (and they are the only two).
After mass I didn’t hang around. I went to the 13th district to find internet and computer access at the usual local council office but they were closed. Some stranger purchased a coffee for me at Pret a Manger and after that I came back on foot; but stopped over at St Jaques Convent, 75013, on the way, to ask the parish priest for a kneeling stool to keep with me, to take to every church I attend for my daily prayers. He mentioned that he will be visiting Notre Dame des Victories next Tuesday but I probably won’t be there because I’ve changed my routine. See attachment. I also asked the Parish Priest, Father Marc, if I could use the computer under his supervision to send an email because the local council office was closed – he had to make a phone call to check for permission and then came back with ‘no sorry’; but that’s OK, it’s a private office and not usually accessible to the public I assume.
I want to make this clear. I am not in love with any priest and I’m getting fed up with the bullshit flying around that church by people who have got nothing better to do with their time… it’s no wonder I don’t talk to anyone at that church, and I AM A VERY FRIENDLY PERSON, everyone outside of that church will tell you that, starting with the local police at the 1st district station, where I sleep as a homeless person, and have been for the past five years, since my arrival in December 2nd, 2017.
DOES ANY HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS THEY’D LIKE ME TO ANSWER?
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