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Couch Potato, Healing, Auras

Angel: (to Mark. We are sitting on a bench next to a beautiful outside pool. We are at what has become his, mine, and Laileigh’s favorite place in the world, “Spa Castle,” in Dallas, well Carrolton, Texas.) “It hurts from here (I reach my hand behind my back to an area on my right, below my waist) to here (I go up a few inches). “It’s my sciatic nerve. Sometimes I have to twist my back, like this, to get it to pop back into place.”


Mark: “I know what a sciatic nerve is. I’ve had that happen many times. Let’s pray.” (He puts his hand on my back, in those 12 inches.) “Father, we pray that Angel’s back be healed. We pray that all her vertabrae line up correctly and that you heal her.” (We both have our eyes closed. He is rubbing that section of my back with his strong stuntman’s hand. His tone is intense. He believes.) “In Jesus’ name, amen.”


Angel: “Thank you, Mark.”


A bit later…


Mark: “I think the direction I’m going to go next is healing. I just have a feeling that that’s a good direction for me.”


Angel: “Go to California and hang out with Sammy for awhile. Sammy heals.”


Mark: “Who???” (He looks puzzled which makes me puzzled.)


Angel: “Sammy!!! Maloof.” (Maybe I’m pronouncing his last name wrong, why else would Mark be confused?? He’s called Sammy several times, right in front of me, proudly flashing his phone at me so I could read, “Sammy Maloof.” I pronounce it a different way.) “Maloof!!!” (Nothing.) “YOU KNOW!!! SAMMY!!! Sammy HEALS. …Race Cars.” (Sammy is a stuntman race car driver and a good friend of Mark’s. “Mission Impossible,” “Fast and Furious.” Dozens more.)


Mark: “Oh. Sammy. I thought you said… I don’t NEED Sammy to HEAL. I can do it myself. I just need Jesus.” (I was thinking more of networking with churches that heal, like the one in Round Rock, Texas my girlfriend, Gigi, took me to when Sammy healed my back a few years ago. He actually had, for a long while. But now it hurt again.)


A bit later…


Mark: “Make sure you RECEIVE the healing, Angel. CLAIM it.”


A bit later…


Angel: “That section of my back DOES feel better. It feels different. Like there’s a shining over it, light. Like the aura is different. Just in that section.” (I’m thinking about the book on crystals I just ordered. People use crystals to heal. I know that is part of it but I haven’t read the book yet. I don’t think I should mention crystals to Mark yet. I don’t know how they work yet. He won’t go a direction he thinks sounds New Age. I know him. But I think it has something to do with it.)


A bit later…


Mark: “You NEED to get out around people more, Angel. Quit sitting at home being a couch potato. I saw you on the cruise when I brought everyone into your room. You were happy, laughing.”


Angel: “I don’t LIKE people. Yes, I was. But I don’t LIKE people. I just like a FEW people. People are awful. YOU like people.” (I’m frustrated. I think my work studying and writing IS the right direction. But he says this constantly.) “Ok. WHAT do YOU picture ME as doing??? Do you want me to become a Public Speaker? Do you want me to FILM people. What? What do YOU see me doing?” (He doesn’t really answer. He goes back to his healing ideas.)


A bit later…


Angel: “I can still feel that 12 inches of my back feels differently.” (It must have something to do with the intensity of Mark’s prayer and faith. Probably something to do with frequencies. I don’t know yet.)


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Written September 29, 2024 at 6:46 am





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