Fingered as a Healer
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Category:
Original - Misc › Historical
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,099
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fingered as a Healer
Fingered as a Healer
I am Right middle of Grigori Rasputin’s hand. I am a healing finger to the tsars of Russia.
I channel god’s love into people and use that power to heal their inner pains.
The laying on of hands is a natural god given talent that was given to my master by the Holy Virgin Mother.
She appeared to him one day and the wash of power was last felt in me before it left his body. It could be felt each time we use our healing powers.
Tsaritsa one day called for us to come and pray for her son Alexei.
When we visited the boy was unable to leave his bed, so my master called upon the Holy Mother to come to him and help heal the boy.
With a warm rush of love the power swept out of me and into the boys body, it took a great about of strength from all of us to heal him.
When leaving we were so spent that we needed help from the guards and then we were dropped back into the streets like a used dog.
It is cold on the streets and no thin pair of gloves was able to keep me warm. All five of use huddled with the other five to keep warm and shivered most of the retched night.
Master does drink but alchol does nothing to help warm fingers so we are always left out in the cold, just waiting for the sun to peak over the hills and warm us.
With the coming of the next night some people of the Tsar came and took us back to the palace where we once again touched the body to heal him. All of us five were surprised to see the boy out of bed and all we were healing as a blood nose, which to him was a serious thing.
Many did not approve of our methods, fingers should not be touching the Tsarevich Alexei. Faith could not heal they told my master, he was a fraud many whispered.
But I can feel that power flow through me each time he uses the gift given to him from the Mother of Jesus.
I will defend him when needed, happily gouge out an eye or scratch deeply in the skin.
They who do not believe will be the undoing of the good work we do.
When the news gets spread among the Tsaritsa’s friends we get many female visitors.
Lovely skin they have and we do a different kind of scratching for them.
Most of my happiest moments where being so close to those women getting to know them inside and out.
To speak anymore would be to dishonor my master so I will hush now
Through me love flows,
Through me love grows,
Through me a boy lives
Through me god gives ,
His blessed gift of healing.
I am Right middle of Grigori Rasputin’s hand. I am a healing finger to the tsars of Russia.
I channel god’s love into people and use that power to heal their inner pains.
The laying on of hands is a natural god given talent that was given to my master by the Holy Virgin Mother.
She appeared to him one day and the wash of power was last felt in me before it left his body. It could be felt each time we use our healing powers.
Tsaritsa one day called for us to come and pray for her son Alexei.
When we visited the boy was unable to leave his bed, so my master called upon the Holy Mother to come to him and help heal the boy.
With a warm rush of love the power swept out of me and into the boys body, it took a great about of strength from all of us to heal him.
When leaving we were so spent that we needed help from the guards and then we were dropped back into the streets like a used dog.
It is cold on the streets and no thin pair of gloves was able to keep me warm. All five of use huddled with the other five to keep warm and shivered most of the retched night.
Master does drink but alchol does nothing to help warm fingers so we are always left out in the cold, just waiting for the sun to peak over the hills and warm us.
With the coming of the next night some people of the Tsar came and took us back to the palace where we once again touched the body to heal him. All of us five were surprised to see the boy out of bed and all we were healing as a blood nose, which to him was a serious thing.
Many did not approve of our methods, fingers should not be touching the Tsarevich Alexei. Faith could not heal they told my master, he was a fraud many whispered.
But I can feel that power flow through me each time he uses the gift given to him from the Mother of Jesus.
I will defend him when needed, happily gouge out an eye or scratch deeply in the skin.
They who do not believe will be the undoing of the good work we do.
When the news gets spread among the Tsaritsa’s friends we get many female visitors.
Lovely skin they have and we do a different kind of scratching for them.
Most of my happiest moments where being so close to those women getting to know them inside and out.
To speak anymore would be to dishonor my master so I will hush now
Through me love flows,
Through me love grows,
Through me a boy lives
Through me god gives ,
His blessed gift of healing.