My Journey to Mother

My journey to Mother began one spring afternoon when I asked my soul if we could travel. Could she could take me somewhere? Daylight filled the room as I lay on the bed, eyes shut. It was unusually dark behind my eyelids. Black, in fact. And it got even blacker. I wasn’t scared, but excited. I’d witnessed this phenomenon several times prior to this particular afternoon, while in the presence of the Holy Spirit.

A sudden, subtle lurch. We were moving.

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