I told you yesterday there’d be a part 2 today and look at that. Meeting a deadline. How very 2005 College Version of Elizabeth of me. I graduated and left that type of behavior behind.

If you thought yesterday was funny weird then today we’re going to take a little trip to the Twilight Zone (did anyone catch the marathon around the beginning of the year on SyFy? I loooove that show. It gives me a chance to sit back and realize how inconsistent my parents were in sheltering me from depictions of demons and darkness. I mean, I wasn’t allowed to watch the Carebears as a kid because there was a wizard or something on it, but The Twilight Zone down at Granny’s house was totally fine).

When people find out you’re in charge of something they often begin proffering their services. This happens to me from time to time now, but the particular service this lady was trying to sell was unlike any other I had heard of.

She found me through Livejournal (where GodlyGals) started out. Immediately after joining the group she posted something really elaborate explaining who she was and what she had to offer our ministry. It was free of charge and she just wanted to share with us.

She claimed that she was the bride of the angel Gabriel. They were in an…intimate relationship and she believed herself to be carrying his child. Surely, she believed, this child would be a blessing and prophet to all the world. Not only was she the wife of the angel Gabriel, she also channeled his spirit and he was currently abiding in her mind and commanding her to seek us out and tell us that she would act as our prophet.

There were more details, but I’ve got to say that by the time this one rolled around I’d gotten pretty used to the ones that were “out there” and I was quick to hit DELETE.

That’s probably more sad than weird. I mean, there are some really confused, disturbed people out there. This woman was either trying to play some hideous joke on the first naive person that would listen, or she was being used by something. I didn’t really want to stick around long enough to find out.