Holy Souls Mountain (which name reminds one of purgatory) is Spider Lovers Heaven (of course!). I’m always interested in the multitudinous variety of spiders, which you don’t even have to find, since all of them will surely find you. I don’t go looking for spiders; they come to me.
The first thing I look for is if this or that spider is a Brown Recluse. Then I look to see what kind of fangs it has. Of course I do! The venom delivery system is always fascinating. Let’s take a closer look:
As you can see, unlike the fangs of a snake, there is no need for the entire “syringe” of the spider to pierce the body of it’s victim. Instead, just the “needle” if you will. It’s curved, I suppose, so that there’s a good grip. No venom will be wasted. You can also see the amount of venom they carry around is rather sufficient for the day of battle.
The beady eyes are the third thing I look for. There are different numbers of eyes, variously arrayed.
The fourth thing I look for are the chickens. They love to eat spiders.
And… and… spiders are delicious in the form of a chicken egg!
Did I mention purgatory? Orthodox Jews and — how else to say it? — Catholic Catholics pray for the souls of those who have died. Too bad that in the “Reformation”, the very biblical doctrine of purgatory was thrown out with so many books of the bible, along with so many other doctrines, even those spoken very plainly by the mouth of our Lord. Who will pray for the repose of the souls of such non-Jews and non-Catholics?
It’s really terrible to go to a Catholic funeral, only to find out that no one is interested in praying for the repose of the faithful departed. They are “celebrating the life of” whoever it happens to be that our Lord called to judgment then and there. Celebrating? Grieving comes from love. So, celebrating…?
If anyone was ever so foolish as to want to celebrate my life, DON’T DO IT! I don’t want anybody celebrating anything about me, except how the Lord has deigned to grant me this or that mercy. I want prayers for the repose of my soul! I don’t want to be in purgatory until the end of the world, thinking the whole time — and that might be a very, very long time — how useless it was for people to celebrate my life! What a purgatory!!!
If there are those who would want to celebrate my life, I think I’ll ask our Lord to send spiders into their lives, you know, the kind with huge fangs and lots of venom, that is, until repentance is had and prayers for all the faithful departed become a way of life. O.K. Not that. But I might ask the Lord to inspire them to pray for repose of the souls of all the faithful departed, including me. That, I think, He would do. Perhaps the souls of the faithful departed wanted our Lord to inspire me to write this post, so that a pray or two from the readers might head up to heaven along with the souls of many who were, until that moment, in purgatory. Think about it. What a great act of charity that one little prayer is that you say: Hail Mary…
But Father! But Father! You’re such a meanie! You’re so judgmental! Stop saying that Hail Mary! STOP IT! We’re going to celebrate the lives of those who have died. They were so nice. And they’re not dead anyway! They’re still as alive as ever in memory! And I have a good memory! Nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeah!
Sigh. And when you die, and your memory with you? Whoever started and continues to push this “nice memory” bit is guilty of shoving the most depressing, despair inducing attitude down the throats of people who are already hurting enough. It’s good to have good memories, but don’t reduce life to a passing thought! What a fright that acts as a catalyst for only the darkest thoughts.
It’s not thinking ill of the dead to pray for the repose of their souls. Who among us absolutely perfectly always and in every way was generous enough to live the will of our Lord with no selfishness, ever? Nobody. So, we pray for everybody. It’s a great act of charity.
Also, if you think you need a selfish reason to pray for the souls in purgatory, know that they pray for those who pray for them. It is they and they only who will welcome you into the eternal habitations. If you have no one to welcome you, will you dare to approach the gates of heaven? Think of their situation from their perspective. They cannot help themselves. They depend on us. Totally.
There are dozens of stories of the souls of the faithful departed accomplishing favors for those who pray for them. So, just to say, if you’re having difficulties with spiders, you might just ask them for their intercession as you pray for the repose of their souls.