I have watched a series when I was younger, about healers and they are girls in their teen age years. Wow! I have always wanted to make a difference in the world, to heal people's feelings just like what Mother Theresa of Calcutta did in India. She cleansed ill people's skin, injuries and even lepers. She healed souls and hearts of men and women alike. I wanted to be like her but as a lay community person I am far of becoming a saint. I neither have a good heart nor a good sense of communication with others because I am a loner and tend to isolate myself from others, especially to those who wanted to get to know me or be with me, as friends, lovers, not even family. Haaa...I mean I am not the typical girl you see who likes being with crowds, partying or socializing. I have always been a home body, an introvert /extrovert or maybe what others call an ambivert or a mix of the two familiar terms on how to gauge a person's personality. Anyway, haaaaa.....it's no use for me to heal using my voice or my faith, for I had a wavering heart and pickle mind, which I am just trying to figure how I'd do if I were to be asked to help the poor and hungry of Favela. I would do it and blindly follow my superiors orders but inside me I would run for politics and rule to destroy corruption and annihilate greedy people from government. I mean if local officials are corrupt I won't accept them in office and choose those who are servant leaders and willing to sacrifice themselves for the service and for the cause. The cause which is what Sister Jona said about Shadow Sisters mission and vision, "swiftly, secretly, help others and be the light in their darkness". Which the phrase made me crazy, since how can we help others without them knowing we are doing something good for them? Huh! Thinking about it makes me realize that I still have a lot to learn about service and helping people just like what Jesus did but in secret.
One time, I saw Sister Teresa heal a little girl, one of the orphans we feed and house in the community, yes, Layla, she is a cutie but a stubborn gal. She wanted to help in digging the potatoes in our field. She tried to dig the dirt using her tiny hands and got bruises from the little stones and some broken glasses or bottles, maybe from the men in the village who sometimes throw these bottles carelessly wherever and whenever they felt like it. So, yeah, Layla had scratches and all sorts that she was bleeding when we saw her as she stood behind Sister Teresa who calmly smiled and touched the scared and crying little girl's hands. Sister Teresa's palm shone and like a magic, Layla's hands, fingers no longer bled. She neither had blisters nor scars on her hands that Layla's eyes got big and was blown away of the miracle that happened. And as I stood behind the girl and Sister Teresa, I was surprised too and got goose bumps knowing that one of the sisters knew this magic or some kind of healing technique, I wanted to learn it too. So I asked Sister Teresa who was with Sister Jona as I moved to sit beside her, while they were finishing dinner with us in the dining table. Sister Beatrice, Jona said. Just Beca...please, I added and excitedly smiled to ask about the incident this morning.
Sister Beca, there is nothing to talk about. It's the power of prayers and that's all about it!, Jona added and smiled at me. Ahah, no, I saw Sister Teresa'a palms shine and ...
And what?, Sister Teresa cried and waited for me to finish. I saw what I saw! And it's definitely not science nor magic. It's a miracle maybe or a healing technique? Can you teach me that, ah.huh...I don't know maybe as your head I can also know how to do that for others. I am a sucker for healers, really!, I said but as if Sister Teresa got annoyed and stood up from her seat and pulled my arm to scratch it with a knife and my arm bled.
Ahhh...why'd you do that for?, I said astonished. Then, Sister Jona grabbed me and she blew on her palm and it lit then placed it on my arm and the scratch was completely gone. Healed or maybe I don't know. They didn't say anything but left on laughing and giggling while I gazed at them with conceited and questioning looks. They looked crazy but now as I see what they do and how they help the people of Favela isn't at all weird or just an act. We all went to bed but I still thought of what happened today that now totally amazed that I couldn't sleep thinking about the things my sisters did and how they heal people not just their hunger but healed their souls, minds, hearts and bodies health. Wow! This is why I wanted to serve and do apostolate here in Brazil, it's because not only are the people kind and lovely, the sisters are wild and magical. Haha....but why did they hid this from me before?, I said to myself and a knock on the door startled me.
Sister Beca, come, we would like to show you something!, Paula said and walked me towards the underground floor of our home. It's an old structure but has new paints and constructions that made it newer and a bit classy with the paintings and vases that were added up to make it look more Baroque period or Victorian Era maybe. It's been raining and the windows of the community building are wet and droplets of water splashed on the glass and the pavements.
It's a bit cold and so I wore my jacket and while on my socks Paula walked me through a door. She opened it and I saw the sisters wearing, greyish black tights from head to foot, there's a big grey cross engraved on their chest. They wore tight boots starting below the knees to their feet. They had mini-skirts from the waist down finishing above the legs topping their over-alls. They have masks which compliments the greyish, black suit why they looked like shadows if they move at night time and they would scare the hell out of me if I find them roaming around the community building too, since looking like ghosts and all. Haaa....what the f*ck!? No way!, I said in disbelief.
Yes, way!, Paula said confidently while looking at the other sisters in their suits and smiling at each other proudly. Yup, we are the "it". Superheroes of the night! Hehe! Jona added and laughing out loud which made me a little bit scared.
Ahahahaah! Oh my God, what have I led myself into! These women are crazy!, I thought while I tripped myself and Paula helped me up realizing that I will become one of them, and soon. Jesus help
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