🕯️ To show we were never separate from forever, I realize I did speak with Tamara. It was at a mass at saint Alphonsus in Grand Rapids. She came up to me and expressed what a wonderful mass it was, or such a wonderful day, with such joy she could have been a fairy, as children are, and always will be. Someone said to her: "That's Vaslav Nijinsky," and she, with the same joy said: "yes it was."
If you don't know, I had been told by mother Mary, that outside of the church was better for me. It had already happened that one day at another church called Isador I, after, of all people, seeing the lady that played the flying nun on TV, see her "inside" the church for some reason, I then walked out where there's some bushes, and there was a feather lying on the ground. Having been told they could have mites I decided not to pick it up but gave it jab with my foot, and it flew up in the air. Too much joy and movement, when it started twirling around like Elijah's exit, that I knew it was more than physical, or finally real. And then it perched in a bush, and I got part of the famous poem of Emily Dickinson: “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul - in the mail. On a card from Save the Children, as I sponsor through them, and I had already felt the pure prism of energy from them. Then again, after a mass at Saint Alphonsus, I ducked into a donut shop, and I had what was was the same joy, the milk of the Universe, love, a red spot on my thumb. My left thumb right were the left hand is balanced when playing the piano. After a moment, I knew it was Jesus blood, and I saved it. Just a drop, not a deadly wound. I still have it along with a lock of curly hair that turned up in a prayer doll box. Prayer dolls are little dolls you tell your worries to, and are supposed to put under your pillow. And I don't know that I haven't seen that full head of hair, after he asked about his brother from a prior incarnation, who was Ephraim Manasseh's brother, and since then Shakespeare. And bringing in a resonance of Shakespeare to show imagination isn't unreal. And some attention to it works miracles.......
And so, he has a full life now......
🕯️ To show we were never separate from forever, I realize I did speak with Tamara. It was at a mass at saint Alphonsus in Grand Rapids. She came up to me and expressed what a wonderful mass it was, or such a wonderful day, with such joy she could have been a fairy, as children are, and always will be. Someone said to her: "That's Vaslav Nijinsky," and she, with the same joy said: "yes it was."
If you don't know, I had been told by mother Mary, that outside of the church was better for me. It had already happened that one day at another church called Isador I, after, of all people, seeing the lady that played the flying nun on TV, see her "inside" the church for some reason, I then walked out where there's some bushes, and there was a feather lying on the ground. Having been told they could have mites I decided not to pick it up but gave it jab with my foot, and it flew up in the air. Too much joy and movement, when it started twirling around like Elijah's exit, that I knew it was more than physical, or finally real. And then it perched in a bush, and I got part of the famous poem of Emily Dickinson: “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul - in the mail. On a card from Save the Children, as I sponsor through them, and I had already felt the pure prism of energy from them. Then again, after a mass at Saint Alphonsus, I ducked into a donut shop, and I had what was was the same joy, the milk of the Universe, love, a red spot on my thumb. My left thumb right were the left hand is balanced when playing the piano. After a moment, I knew it was Jesus blood, and I saved it. Just a drop, not a deadly wound. I still have it along with a lock of curly hair that turned up in a prayer doll box. Prayer dolls are little dolls you tell your worries to, and are supposed to put under your pillow. And I don't know that I haven't seen that full head of hair, after he asked about his brother from a prior incarnation, who was Ephraim Manasseh's brother, and since then Shakespeare. And bringing in a resonance of Shakespeare to show imagination isn't unreal. And some attention to it works miracles.......
And so, he has a full life now......
