My journey to Mother began one spring afternoon when I asked my soul if we could travel. Could she could take me somewhere? As I lay on the bed, eyes shut, daylight filled the room. Behind my eyelids it was unusually dark. Black. And it kept getting blacker. I wasn’t scared, but excited. I had witnessed this phenomenon several times prior to this particular afternoon, eyes open or shut, while in the presence of the Holy Spirit.
Then I felt a subtle, sudden lurch. We were moving.