These iconographic images have appeared miraculously in my very own house.
This one is clearly the Holy Ghost.
And this could either be the Virgin Mary when she was still only an egg or the fertility goddess Estra. I can't be sure, but either way, there is something mystical going on around here. Something sacred. And not just of the "Oh, God!" exclamation variety. Which is actually ironic, given the unholy mess I find myself in these days. Maybe having my home turn into a pilgrimage site will change everything for me.