Again, this night or early morning, I stood besides the Body, the Mystical Body in every sense. There was perfumed water, not much, in the large bowl, I know some of you are praying for a resurrection. This is as it should be. I managed to clean some more of the phlegm, spit and what seems to be 'thrown' dog feces. I hope it was only thrown and not rubbed into this sorely damaged Face. Of this last I am not sure for to think of throwing that kind of muck at Our Lord and Master Jesus Christ or at His Mystical Body sucks and is anathema. It was the Sanhedrin in the Passion of Christ who encouraged His fellow co-religionists to treat Him so abysmally. Why, I ask, would it be any different today. As I washed as kindly as I could I see around the left ear a gouge between the head and the ear, I think the Crown was knocked askew with considerable force at some time and there also seems to be a gouge at the base of the neck, at the nape, a very deep one again as though the crown was really hit and was pressed against His most sacred head with more than a considerable force. The words of Liquori comes to mind, "Ah My Outraged Jesus" How apt did St Alphonse have it. I do see now as one eye socket becomes exposed a glint of a blue pupil, reflecting what little light that reaches into this dark chamber. There is a feeling that surfaces in me as I use the water, a little life still remaining in the Body. How soon I pray will it be for the Holy Ghost, the Holy Spirit of Love that united the Father and the Son give life to this Mystical Body?