At 5:30pm on 3/7/2010 behind the Starbucks on Robertson & Pico, I found a White Rose Bud. Again it reminds me of stories of the Saints and roses from heaven.
White roses represent pure, in-corrupt subdued joy, relieved repentance, love, one without peer, mysticism.
I spoke with someone I went to High School with today. I want him to read Psalms 91, he still has not read it. We talked about angels today. “Mysticism”. I guess he understands. I am writing him about The Angels of God accepted by the Catholic Church. The United States Army could use some angels, we are at war, remember?