We are not as faithful to the format these days, abiding by what it says on the masthead, concerning what the particular blog is all about. Now and then it happens. (grin) More and more as the days go by, I only want to talk about God, and most of the thinking or writing that I do about any of it here, is to look for trends and patterns in life, and then use them as a launching pad to talk about God. Nothing else that I do talk about is important. It's like adding color and animation to a project. The bells and whistles see to it that the post is not boring (I hope). We'll leave off with all that creating a narrative and go directly to God in this posting.
This is going to be autobiographical and anecdotal. I apologize for that. I don't really like talking about myself but it is unavoidable at times because I was the one who experienced it. Fortunately, MOST OF THE TIME when supernatural events were occurring there was a witness or two. Those incidents took place in the external world. This incident I am going to speak of takes place in the interior.
In very recent years, The Divine Mother has been coming more and more into my thoughts. It was around the same time that I began to particularize The Sun as THE regent in the manifest. I started putting crystals out to absorb Telesma which I would take to bed with me when I slept at night or took a nap.
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