In Cajun country...we all boil down to less than a tsp. of dirt. That makes us look alike , regardless of any outward appearance. It's great to know I fit! ~with natural oneness. ...this morning.
When Ester willingly surrendered to a host of identity...we were given Abraham.
Sometimes I sense her presence in a bolt of lightening. Other times it hops off the page at me. There is a certain shimmer that i know as her. A quality of light , she shows me from non-physical.
This morning...after meditation and before the great outdoors...
I "heard" a chuckle on our thread about the SPOKEN WORD.
I "saw Ester" ~reach into the crack between the worlds, shake hands with Abraham...They laugh and say.." ~~hum , you guess our
work is complete?"
Duck,
she flies in.
haven...ph-un.
Evelyn
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