Soul Journey to Mother Holy Spirit

Our soul journey to Mother began one May afternoon when I asked my soul if we could travel. Can you take us somewhere? My eyes were closed to the daylight filling the room, but to me it seemed oddly dark. Black, in fact. Then it got blacker. And blacker still. I wasn’t scared, just excited. I’d witnessed this strange phenomenon a few times to date. Each time had brought with it the awesome presence and wisdom of the Holy Spirit.

While lounging there in my room with Abigalé (she’s my soul), I felt a gentle lurch. It seemed as though we were moving.

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