An unexpected continuation of yesterday s memories

An unexpected continuation of yesterday's memories of my aunt.

One day I went away and asked her to feed my cat, who was left at home.
And she told me how cute my cat was, and he started licking the little tails of her coat when she came in. And how cute it was.

And it was real fur, it was the cut tails of little arctic foxes.
I almost went crazy at the time with that story. But I didn't say anything to her. My aunt wouldn't even know what the problem was. I said thank you so much for feeding and changing the cat's litter box.
It's not even an event, just a word-of-mouth episode. It's been years.

“And the dead mouse in my pocket rots, and the dead mouse rots in my pocket.”
But “I leave no footprints in the snow.”
Is that true in my case?
Oh, these fools want to leave some trace behind. The Buddha won't stop the madmen,
Your footprint drips from the bloodstream of the sword.

that touching picture stabs me in the heart every time I think of it.
That's right, our pockets are full of the severed tails of little arctic foxes, licked by a little kitten who can't figure out what's going on, and various dead mice.
Your pockets are stuffed with such things, you bet.
Really, it's time to throw it all in. New Year's Eve is a time for cleaning.
My memory is a storage warehouse of on-demand horrors.

Now a lot of people have much more monstrous things in their pockets that they're unlikely to ever get rid of. It would take a lifetime to forget.
But I'm lucky I only have this in my pockets, the tails of little dead animals on my aunt's fur coat.
Well, I have a content shock filter in my head. Murdered babies are blurred, destroyed cities are blurred. I almost died when it started. The empathy blocking filter is a matter of life for me right now.
And I will not repent for someone else's sins without repenting for my own. I don't have any.

s.s. The author has been in a deep trance all his life, is accredited as a medium, and is not responsible for his words and actions.

Carlitos, life revision is a merciless thing.
What do you mean, I haven't even started yet?
if I'm almost done.
You know, you could wear a pope's collar, you know.