In 1425, English and Burgundian forces drove off all of Domremy’s cattle and burned the town. The same year of this trauma, when Joan was 13, she started hearing “voices.” The first of these voices spoke to her from her father’s garden, and was accompanied by a blinding white light.

 

God’s Honest Truth here. Never told before. To any living soul. Just me & Him knew.

 

I was younger than Jehanne. 10 years old. Walking alone in nature. And to this very day I can vividly recall what happened.

A Voice said to me :

One day, you will change history.

 

I shiteth you all not.

Over the many, many, Many years since then, I’ve visited, revisited, visited again the myth of La Pucelle.

 

Church Militant vs Church Triumphant

 

There are several posts here about Jehanne d’Arc.

And no. I’m not saying all that BS you think I’m saying. Like : I was/I am/All Hail MeMeMe.

 

OK? Get it? Got it? Good!

 

I’m saying.

What Goes Around, Comes Around. A wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning etc

eternally.

 

Until WE get off this effing Roundabout and LISTEN.

L I S T E N !

Eyes to see. Ears to Hear.

It’ll keep replaying the same old, same old.

If this helps, it helps.

If not…m’eh.

NOT MY PROBLEM