Enigmatic Tales of Lee Jacobs: Chattin’ with Alexandria

Lee groaned slightly as he shifted against the tombstone. The morning was damp. It had been a bit since his last visit. The fire-bombing of St. Jude’s, dealing with Insurance Companies and their scams, working with contractors, and keeping the little parish that could against all odds afloat at the MLA donated office space had taken up his time.

Though not as much as the crazy at his first night, when all he wanted was sleep. Now the window has plywood up, and… “Yup Lexie, my landlord is a Supra. Think she’s the legacy super hero known as Speedster. She didn’t reveal my identity, but it tracks when the skinheads hit. The old man took some shots, I got grazed in the shoulder.” He could feel his wife’s scorn and the playful punch to his wound. That’s just how they rolled, Lexie constantly warning him to quit stirring the pot, with her smirk and giggle.

“Crazy, so it’s a trailer that was owned by Shotgun MacKay, he suicided, before that it belonged to that weirdo Zed we always read about in the online self-help stuff. The kid, Beth Venus set me up with it, still have no clue how she fits in. The old Asian guy is a former agent in this weird world, goes by the name Louie Regis he’s pushing eighty or something and has been having visions.” Lee pauses in his tale. Did he have to tell her of the coloured sights of the family and the voices? Or did she know? What was Camelot anyways?

“Even though Speedster is supposed to be as fast as sound, Mel and Sean beat her to the punch in his old truck, and they both can swing mean baseball bats. Six gun men all together taken down, none speaking about why they hit.” Lee couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of MLA Moon swinging a bat in her jeans and hoody with retired Constable Sean James.

“Almost created one of those goofy comic book moments of a new team coming together, all looking the same way and smiling. Instead a lot of sirens, police and EMS.” Jacobs rubbed the back of his head. He was still fatigued and tired. Just needed time to relax and sleep, before that some coffee and to check in with Moon that it was still a go for tomorrow at her office for church.

“Thanks for listening babe, if you hear of anything about Camelot let me know.”

Jacobs pushed himself up slowly, crossed himself and blew a kiss to the tombstone beofre walking away.

Louie Regis let his black ray bans slide down as he watched the minister walk out of the grave yard. Jacobs nods, as the lanky graying Asian comes into step with him, his black rumpled suit seeming at odds with Jacobs jeans, hiking boots, zipper hoody, and plaid jacket. “Why so grumpy, Louie?”

Regis chuckled. “Thought I was done with all this crap, and then bam. People’s new sense of self-entitlement and selfishness is harming the world as a whole. Inability to think outside themselves in actions. Re-education being used to indoctrinate into new cult and terror groups like anti-vaxxers, alt-right, f’ing Nazis…”

“Miss the days of the universe attacking super villain huh?”

“Life was simple then Father Jacobs, it was easy to spot the villain, and easier to silence the idiot.”

“Bloody social media.” Jacobs said.

“And the lack of critical thinking, with anyone able to post an opinion like it is gospel truth. So where do we begin?” Regis replies.

Jacobs scratches his beard, a bit fuller than he would like, but it has been a roller coaster ride for sometime. “First, I check in with Ms. Moon to ensure my parish has a place of worship tomorrow.” Shepherd first he thinks to himself, adventuring wanna be hero later. “Then, what do you know about something called Camelot?”

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Healing with the Ancestors

I could do a mediumship slight of hand saying I never had proof of the spirits that continue to be with us and guide us in life. BUT those who have ever read me, heard me speak, or spent time in deeper conversations (y’know the kind us introverts enjoy) would see the bullocks espoused.

But what it was an aha moment this week in the ACH with my son post surgery after his duel foot reconstruction that we felt that there was an angel watching over, and yes it was my Dad that noted it.  Y’see my Grandma (the lad’s Great Grandma, and yes the first celebration of life I ever presided over in ministry) was named Iva. It’s a name that I have never encountered in anyone except her in my whole life. My Dad noted never having met another with the name in his life.

Yet here was a student nurse, aiding the team providing care to my boy, who shared her name. After realizing this there was some similarities between the two. More importantly however, there was an explanation of the feeling of peace on the unit post surgery.

So take from it what you will, but if you ask my son, he knows who was in the room supporting him ethereally. For he walks with those who have transitioned, and continue to be important parts of his life, and you see this by simply looking into his diamond shimmer blue eyes and see all those souls of the past reflecting inwards and outwards in the web of love that connects us all.