The Third Deputy Arrives at Agnus Dei

The hermit is doing as the confessor said: dealing with this problem. This deputy was quite kind and read today's hate mail, and then said perhaps if the newspaper would print a retraction, at least the neighborhood and others who read the fabricated story by the neighbor, would calm down. Then, he said, we would have to wait and see if and when the neighbor reacts, and that way they could deal with her directly. He also said I need to report the threatening letters to the US Postal Inspector, as the perpetrators are using the mail. Off he went, saying he would place these last two items in the "evidence file."

My. The hermit admits to being a bit shaky. So the hermit spoke with the newspaper section editor, and went round and round a bit. The paper does not want to take any responsibility. Yes, they did not print my name or identify where I live, but as the deputy said, and I told this to the editor, they did not have to since they printed the neighbor's first and last name. It doesn't take much to find out who was the person she targeted as an animal abuser.

The hermit has done some editing this afternoon, and the world out there is filled with sorrowful cases of people basically ripped off by large companies. The hermit must not become scattered but must remain within the nest of the Sacred Heart, which is growing by leaps and bounds with all kinds of souls.

An adult son and daughter have been in contact; the son is going to step intervene as best he can, which is probably quite a bit since he is a journalist in a major city, and knows what he's about in such matters of the press. The hermit is grateful.

Writing of St. Silouan's marvelous spiritual life is going to have to wait until later. The hermit must do some manual labor, re-collect the recollected state of soul, and pray for the world. One aspect of St. Silouan, just as a tidbit of focus, is that he experienced such a union with other souls in the world through prayer, that he experienced interior tears of sorrow, and he suffered in union with the sorrows of Christ for all us human beings in our pathetic, sinfulness. So the hermit is going to ponder its own pathetic state and sinfulness--so helpless against false accusations. Is this not the cross we are to pick up daily, and to follow Christ?