Murph’s Spooky

As promised, I’ve returned to my biblical studies for the last couple of days. In case you don’t already know, this is nothing new for me. It’s no secret that I just plain do not understand the things of this world. During those times when the picture appears most absent of hope or purpose, I refocus by turning my attentions as far away from the material picture as possible.
Meanwhile, back in the collective Prime Material,
During our routine visit over at OP yesterday afternoon, we occasioned one of those freaky little instances that reflect some outline of the divine tapestry. The group had dwindled to a handful of core regulars, consisting of Steven, Gary, Russell and wife, (what the hell is her name?) Mary and me. As usual, Dorothy was working her Saturday afternoon shift.
When Jane’s Addicton’s “Jane Says” came on the juke, someone quickly interjected, “ah,