I still feel you near me. You have been with me every day. Inspire me to write. Whisper to me our Creator’s words. Wake me with your joy. Sleep with me in your embrace. Give me dreams of peace. Auriel.
Author’s Notes
Your job is to melt the ice around ideas necessary to the life of the soul.
Learn how to melt your own lead, and you become a channel that can handle enough light, of such a high voltage, that you can dilute it through your system, so that you can transfer it to another human being and not blow their circuits. That is what a channel is.
– Caroline Myss
When you wake me like you did this morning, I feel the blur between your space and mine. You, firmly rooted in mine, by my side. I cannot mistake the ecstasy for imagination.
You are not leaving my side today. I feel your excitement in what you will help me write this morning. There is joy in your heart, my angel.
I saw the smoke last night. I saw the distortion. He was very near. He was allowing me to see him again. So close. So intimate.
You’ve been down there Neo. You know that road. You know exactly where it ends.
“What if we all could translate Divine reality into our own language?”
“NO. You can’t put God in a box. Check your ego.”
“Thank you Auriel…”
And… now I’m starting a book. Never underestimate your angel.
I will never grow weary of this. I will never want for something else.
How special it is to know you have made an angel content. How very special.