Gate: Two of Pentacles
I passed through the vision gate into paradise. Beneath my feet, a smooth dirt path appeared and all around this country lane sat fields of wildflowers of all the shades of the rainbow. Past the lovely flowers that shifted and trembled within fragrant breezes, a shining city spread across the horizon and, at its center, sat a domed palace that glowed from within.
Wisdom spoke from my heart: “Welcome to the Eternal City, Heidi. This is the home of the living God on earth.”
“This Eternal City is one of the most beautiful places I have ever had the privilege to see,” I said. “I wonder what its counterpart back home looks like.” I shaded my eyes from the bright sun that shone down from the sky in that place and felt a peace that passes all understanding entering my very soul.
The moment was overwhelming in its beauty and intensity. I felt the strength leaving my limbs so I sank to the ground among the field of flowers and admired their silken petals with my fingertips. The blossoms were all colors and sizes and, aside from their innate perfection, appeared just like the flowers from my waking world. Their gentle scent returned my strength to me in some manner that I didn’t understand and I found the courage to explore the realm further.
“Wisdom, I require a guide for this place,” I said, bringing my nose close to a reddish flower to inhale its lovely scent one final time before continuing on my way.
An angelic golden figure appeared above me in the clear blue sky and unfurled mighty wings around a tall, glowing body. Light shone from this spirit’s face, adding to the brilliance of the place and beaming upon me like a spotlight. I rose from my seat among the flowers in order to properly greet this being.
“Hello, Great One. My name is Heidi,” I said, brushing a little dust from the seat of my jeans and bowing my head in respect. “I am very pleased to meet you.”
The angel inclined his head in response. “Greetings to you, worlds traveler. My name is Raziel,” he said. “I am tasked with taking you before the Throne of God of this Eternal City. As of this moment, you stand in the Field of Flowers, one of the most peaceful places in this realm. It represents the Great Mother or Divine Feminine here in the realm of her male God, the energizing life force of your home world.”
Now that the angel had pointed it out to me, I noticed the flowers spread through the pristine fields were indeed quite like the Divine Mother’s glowing, reaching vines. “Are there fewer examples of wildlife and plants in this city like the urban areas on Earth?” I asked. “If this is the case, I would much rather remain here in the wilderness than venturing within the confusing maze of buildings and depressing lifeless nature of yet another population center.”
Raziel smiled at my comment. “I can understand why you would ask but this city is like nothing you know nor have seen with your mortal eyes, Heidi,” the angel said. “Come with me now. I expect you will enjoy the experience very much.” The shining spirit offered me his arm and we moved weightlessly above the flowers towards the city’s tall walls. Together, we moved surprisingly fast and, although we started many miles distant, we found ourselves at the entrance in a matter of moments.
The entrance of the Eternal City appeared like a long, white tunnel with no doors or gates. As I gazed at the tunnel, I sensed movement in the air all around me but I could see nothing causing the disturbance. “Raziel, is there anywhere else that I can visit before we go into the city and visit the throne of God?” I asked, feeling suddenly nervous at the prospect and uncomfortable being observed by the unseen spirits of the place.
“There is no need to delay. He wants to see you,” the angel patted my arm gently. “Do not be afraid of the unseen watchers. A few of the denizens of the Eternal City were excited about your visit today and wanted to be present for your arrival. They mean you no harm.”
The angel’s words were comforting but they didn’t touch the panic that I felt building in my chest. I found myself rubbing my hand on the center of my chest in an effort to soothe my heart which, though Wisdom was not speaking a word, felt as if it was saying I did not belong in that shining place. “Raziel, I am not dead yet and have loved ones in my waking world who need me,” I said, hesitating at the end of the tunnel before entering the city proper. “Will I be allowed to return home if I speak to the living God? I feel like this is a threshold that once crossed will forever change my life and I feel so afraid.”
Raziel laughed, his voice echoing musically back down the tunnel. “You’re so silly, Heidi,” he said. “You’ve spoken to God every moment of your life with every breath you’ve taken. In fact, God is with us right this moment. His throne room is simply a place where you can use sound to communicate through spoken words with the source energy of your being. Trust the truth of my words as I spend the majority of my time there. Don’t you want to talk with God? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“You speak the truth and I know fear can keep seekers from important milestones in their journey,” I said. “If God is willing to speak with me then I will somehow find the courage to speak with him.” I took the angel’s arm again and then put one foot in front of another, reciting my calming mantra from the fairies of the Divine Mother to myself all the while in an effort to focus my attention on what I was doing at the present moment rather than drudging up memories built of past fears and misunderstandings of eternal beings.
The angel proceeded to lead me through the streets of the Eternal City, murmuring encouragement to me when my steps flagged. Though I was certain there were beings all around me, to my eyes the realm was completely empty and occupied by only the angel and myself. Sparkling fountains drew my attention time and again with their pleasing countenances and rainbow light, and I would have stood admiring them for a very long time but Raziel encouraged me ever onward towards our stated goal, the throne room of the Living God.
As we traveled further, the city became maze-like and I stumbled once on a brick whose edge jutted up from the street but the angel steadied me before I fell to the ground. “That stone shouldn’t be placed like that,” Raziel said and waved a hand over the offending area. Light shone forth from his palm and the paving stones straightened themselves, bringing the brick back into their fold.
“Hopefully no one will trip there again,” I said. “If we had been flying through these streets rather than walking, I wouldn’t have even noticed it.”
“True,” Raziel said. “But you did someone a great favor by bringing that to my attention. I might not have been standing guard to catch them before they fell as I was for you.”
“Ah, I did not think of that,” I said. “Thank you for guiding me through these streets. I get so turned around in cities. It is a happy thought for me to think I might have been of some service to others in my imperfect journey through this eternal place.”
“No one is perfect and all require the forgiveness of God,” the angel said with a seriousness to his tone that I had not observed before. “Please, for my sake and for those spirits around you, remember that, Heidi. In the eons that I have stood in the presence of the Living God, this is one of the lessons I have absorbed from their wisdom. Creations rise and fall in their appointed times. It is best to not think of a fall as permanent just as one should not consider a rise permanent either. Much suffering may be prevented with this broad viewpoint of existence throughout time.”
“I will do my best, Raziel, to embody your viewpoint of Fortune’s Wheel,” I said. “I can’t promise to do that perfectly either though.” Then, I took my guardian’s arm and we continued on our way.
The angel led me to a palace deep within the Eternal City and we entered the sprawling building through tall double doors made of gold. We passed through countless hallways and soon found ourselves outside of an ornate throne room. The walls and ceiling of this space were decorated in mosaics built of brilliant materials that reflected the glory and majesty of the Living God who occupied that sacred site. I felt my breath catching in my throat at its beauty and began my internal mantra once again to maintain some sense of decorum.
“Breathing in, I love you. Breathing out, I love you,” I murmured, trying to slow my racing heart. In a show of solidarity, the angel breathed and spoke my mantra with me. In his calming presence, I was able to focus on the moment at hand and observe the space before me without panic steering and controlling my vision.
At the other end of the glorious throne room, I beheld only light shining through mist surrounding a being who sat upon a relatively simple throne made of polished wood. Raziel patted my hand one more time. “Do not be afraid, Heidi,” the angel said. “God knows all that you are, all that you have been, and all that you may become. I promise this is so. I shall stand behind the throne and observe this interaction so that in the fullness of time, any who question the words that are spoken here this day may ask me and I will remember the truth of the moment.” With those words, Raziel left my side to take up a post in the shadow of the throne of God.
“Take off your shoes for the place where you stand is holy ground,” said a voice that was so powerful that my heart trembled within my spirit. I reached down, shaking as my breath shortened again and removed my shoes. Then, pulled by a power outside of my own, I walked slowly forward towards the throne where the being of light shone like a sun in that space, blinding and eternal and true. Again, I felt as if there were spirits all around and in the air but I could not see them. I saw only the light clearly and this presence beckoned me forward and filled my vision so that I could see nothing but the light.
“Heidi, come to me,” God said in a voice given to my spirit alone. “I will not let you fall into shadow now or ever again.” When I finally stood before the lighted throne, I could barely discern the outline of a head or hands but nothing clearly. Then the voice that had commanded me to remove my shoes spoke again: “Long have you walked in darkness and confusion but you need not fear me, woman. I was with you all the time.” With those words, I felt a great peace filling my heart and mind as I had when I sat within the field of flowers outside of the Eternal City’s gates.
“Are you enjoying your time on Earth?” asked the being, the tone again changing from an unapproachable voice of power to that of an eternal friend and confidant.
“Not all the time, no, Great One,” I replied. “I’m sorry to say that I have some very serious issues to report with your creation. Love compels me to speak my truth to you.”
The light seemed amused by my answer. “Whatever do you mean?” God said. “I want to hear you speak your mind in your own words. Do not soften your words in fear for the sensibilities of those listening here today. They will understand your meaning in time.”
“For starters, existence on earth makes you feel alone and separate from other beings,” I said. “Unlike here and other places in the inner worlds, my perception ends where my body’s senses and mental capabilities end. I like being able to see and feel my connections to creation clearly and without confusion. In addition, death is a huge stumbling block for me and my faith in your goodness. I hate feeling like my spirit is going to be separated from those I love at the end of my life and theirs. I do not believe a God of love would allow such suffering to exist yet it does in my waking world in the form of grief and I feel resentment towards you because of this.”
“Furthermore,” I continued. “I do not relish negative emotions like grief or fear. Emotional hurts and jealousy, hunger and physical pain run rampant down there, unchecked by any ruling power. No one can agree on what the best path forward is from anything negative and we all run towards things we think we want. But, and this is so weird, whenever we get our hearts’ desires eventually we discover that the physical things or relationships aren’t what we wanted in the first place. What we really wanted was to experience our spiritual connections to each other again as we do in your realm. It is so confusing and I wish you could speak more clearly to the beings with bodies on earth because physical reality is all just one big mess. If you can do all things, why could you not do this?”
Strangely, as I spoke what was in my mind and heart, I found it was quite difficult to remember anything negative in God’s presence. I felt so safe that reality seemed ridiculously far away and impossible somehow. The light and unseen presences in the throne room listened to my concerns even so and I soldiered on, unburdening my heart to God.
“Some have described life as a rat race, Great One,” I said, coming to the end of my ramblings at last. “And if it is only a race or an obscene competition then I am announcing here and now that I am not running it anymore. I am getting off the treadmill of meaningless existence and would like to know my reason for being here in the first place. I know you know why I and all others exist and please, I beg you Lord Above, tell me why so that I may live your purpose to the best of my ability and cease running around blinded by shadows in the dark. I desire this very much. Please enlighten me.”
“Through all of what you describe, I was there,” God replied, the light from his throne surrounding me in his brilliance. Then the voice in the throne room changed once more, becoming a combination of both male and female, young and old, all the ruling powers of the Inner Realms combined into one expression of sound. “Each breath, each heartbeat, each moment, we were holding you together and being through you, experiencing reality through you. How could you forget we were always with you? Your reason for being is to simply be. It’s as easy and as complex as that, woman. Do not doubt our power; do not question our all-knowing. We are you and you are us.”
Standing in the presence of God with all of my failings on full display, I became ashamed of my complaints but I sincerely wanted them to know that life isn’t all sunshine and roses. “The feeling of separation I was describing feels just as real as the closeness I am experiencing in this moment, Lord of Creation,” I said. “I probably won’t even be able to remember this conversation when I go back. Sometimes I forget the most important things I’ve learned and have to learn them all over again. I don’t know why this is so but it is so. Please continue to shine the light of your knowledge and wisdom upon me. I am imperfect and require your help now and always.”
“You will remember everything that you need to know,” God reassured me, the voice becoming one and male again in its expression. Then, as his light gathered even more closely about me, he said, “What are your fears, Heidi? The most secret fears of your inner heart? Let us dispel these shadows today and in the presence of my heavenly host.”
“I fear being alone,” I said. “In the religion of my family because of my differing beliefs, I am to be cast into the void outside of your presence to weep for my loved ones until time itself comes to an end. We view reality differently, worship you in our own manners, and I do not want to be shut out of the heaven of my mother and father but I cannot change who I am and how I experience your creation.” In response, my vision shifted from the throne room of God and I saw all of my family gathered together, sharing a meal as we had done so often in my waking world.
The voice assumed the multi-power expression of the Creator of All. “There are none in creation who can be separated from us,” they said. “We are in the void; we are in the worlds. We are in the heavens; we are in the hells. We are male; we are female. We are light; we are shadow. We are all.”
Then the voice became singular once more. “You are never alone, Heidi, even when your physical eyes say that this is so. Let this fear depart from your heart. Even if you cannot remember that I and my servants are with you in all things, can you not see how I have blessed you with companionship throughout your life in your family and friends?” said the light. “With the ease of communication these days, surely you will remember that.”
“I will do my best to remember this truth, Great One. But even with the miracle of technology these days, I fear losing those I love to death,” I said. “My dead loved ones are more than a simple phone call away. You cannot tell me that this is not so.” In response, around me within the throne room of the Living God, everyone I’ve ever cared about who has died appeared and stood beside me in an unending chain of family and love.
Again the voice of the Creator spoke: “We are love; we are fear. We are the past, the present, the future. We are with you at the first and with you at the last. Alpha and Omega are we. We are life; we are death. We are all who have lived and all who shall be.”
Once more, God’s voice became singular and spoke to my spirit alone. “Can you not see how I hold your loved ones close to me, Heidi?” God said. “Even death cannot separate you from those you love. Remember how you felt when they walked beside you in reality and, in your heart, there they shall be again. Whenever you need them, they are a simple memory away or to use your words a phone call from the spirit. I promise this is so.”
“If you are all-knowing and exist throughout all time and space, then why do so many awful things happen?” I said. “I challenge your words, Great One, because my existence suggests otherwise to me. There are others in creation who believe the same and we will not be silenced. Prove to me your power; bring heaven down to earth. Why can’t you be a god who makes their presence known in ways that are undeniable rather than remain mysterious, ineffable, and able to be easily dismissed by those who feel outside of your favor? You would have far more believers and servants throughout the levels of your creation if you defended the innocent and saved the righteous from the fallen.”
“The Great Adversary speaks through you,” came the voice of the Creator. “We are those as well. We are justice; we are injustice. We are innocent; we are guilty. We are all.”
Then, the multi-voice shifted again. “I allow reality to unfold as it does because I do not compel those within physical existence to do anything outside of their free will,” said the singular voice of God. “My creations stumble and fall but also rise again to resume their appointed places within my worlds. They may fall through poor decision making, this is so, but they learn from their failures and rise again. Remember the words of Raziel upon the streets of my city. Forgiveness is as real as failure, Heidi. Forgive yourself and those around you and do better next time. Your memory is long, so long that it can be used against you by the shadows to convince you that I do not exist. Do not let them separate you from my presence simply because you remember and nurse injuries of the body and spirit. Do this, practice forgiveness, and you will walk in heaven through what others will see as the deepest levels of hell. You will bring my perfected reality into your experience through faith in my goodness, yes, but also belief in my unconditional love for all in creation, even those who may not merit it in your eyes.”
“I forgot about forgiveness,” I said, embarrassed in that holy place. “I promise you that I will try to remember that when I return home this time. My ignorance and forgetfulness of universal truths is a shadow that I banish again and again but it always returns to torment me. Thank you for being patient with me. That being said, let us turn to another of my failings, I confess I fear dying.”
I felt a gentle amusement from the light around God. “You heard our spoken words of the reality of our presence in life and death. Plus, at the moment of the death of your physical body, you will move from your waking reality through the veil of the inner realms, and return to me,” he said. “Is that so horrible that it must be feared above all things? You travel the worlds all the time. My servants follow your adventures throughout the realms with great joy and interest.”
When God finished speaking, it was as if my vision cleared for a moment and I beheld throughout the throne room, a crowd of observing angels whose faces shone with the light of God and powerful wings which could carry them throughout the levels of creation. They gave a spirited cheer the moment I saw them and I shuffled my feet in embarrassment at all of the attention.
“Great One, I am humbled by my inability to see the full truth of my life experiences in my waking world and all the others. Throughout my journeys, I believed I walked alone or with a guide, but now I see that I was never alone. Standing before you and speaking about my secret fears and death itself makes me feel like a child, a small child who has had a nightmare but it is fading from me now in the dawn of your knowledge and wisdom. Thank you for your mercy upon me,” I said. “And yet, life isn’t perfect, just as my viewpoint can be flawed. Existence in your creation can feel so directionless as I said and the spirits want to know why they exist at all. They really do.”
“You exist to know me through your life and I to know you,” God said, his words filling my ears as the lighted mist concealed his servants once more from my sight. “I can repeat this message as many times as required if you need to hear it, Heidi. Time is no concern to me, either is patience, truth, justice or any of the spiritual weapons of the enlightened ones who walk throughout my creation. There is nothing that you require throughout your life that I cannot provide and will provide if you simply ask.”
“Each time I experience existence, I’m afraid that I won’t live up to my highest potential because I never have before,” I said. “I reach and stumble and fall. I fear I will disappoint those who love me yet again, you as well.”
“Heidi, do not fear trying and failing,” God replied. “Fear never getting started in the first place.”
I bowed my head in the face of God’s eternal and perfect wisdom. “Would you give me your blessing before I return to the world?” I said. “The universe and I need all the help we can get.” God’s light grew until it was all that I could perceive and their voice became the words of the Creator of All.
“May you remember that we walk with you always and in all things. We love you,” God said, their voice then becoming singular for a final time. “My love walks with you in all things, Heidi, and in all places, times, and situations. Now, go in peace and serve your Lord.” Raziel came from behind the throne of God to stand at my right hand. “Servant Raziel, take Heidi to hear the music in my city so that she may take the experience back with her. Then, in dark times full of shadow, she may recall it to remember this moment and time spent with me.”
Raziel nodded in respect to the throne, took my arm and we left the hall of light together. “How was your experience of God’s spoken word?” he said when we passed the threshold and entered the halls of the palace once more.
“Beyond imagining,” I replied. “Raziel, I felt as if I talked to more than one being in there. Is this another of my failures to see creation as it truly is?”
“Your greatest failure, Servant of Light, is that you love God’s singular creations too well and forget all else,” the angel said. “Do not despair. This too may be forgiven.”
“I cannot help who I am nor how powerfully I feel for those around me,” I said. “My Lord and God is Love and I shall serve them always in all things. At the end of all, this shall be my defense for my many failings and I will throw myself on the mercy of the one who put the stars in motion for me.”
“They hear you even now, Heidi. They say their mercy is assured,” the angel said and we continued on our way. After a time, we came to another great room, this one a circular amphitheater with natural light streaming down from the ceiling. A murmuring crowd sat within, waiting for the music of the Eternal City to begin.
“This is the Hall of Music where beings forever sing to the glory of their God and the Creator of All,” the angel said. “Some friends have gathered to listen to the music with you. Please listen carefully and be well, Heidi. Your beloved grandfather is here too if you would like to sit by him.” Raziel indicated an open seat about halfway down the amphitheater’s grand rows. I sat upon a cushioned seat as soft as grass and my deceased grandpa appeared in the chair next to mine. I kissed his cheek in happiness at being in his presence again.
“Thank you for your assistance this day, Angel Raziel,” I said, gazing up at my guide from my seat. “I do hope we meet again some day. I treasure your wisdom and guidance.”
“I hope that as well, Heidi,” he said. “If you ever require an unwavering guiding light from the sacred city of God, pray for help and I will attend you.” With a smile, the angel departed from that place to resume his watchful post behind the throne of the Living God.
The moment Raziel left the room, the light dimmed and the music began. Time passed in the blink of an eye as my grandpa and I listened to the heavenly concert together. At one point, a singer was performing beautiful music, her voice otherworldly. She could hold notes for as long as she desired and as she sang a choir of voices joined her in a chorus of overlapping notes and melodies. As they sang a song of worship and ecstasy to the Creator of All, the spirits rose from the floor of the amphitheater and rotated about one another in a tornado of motion and sound. I listened and marveled at the beauty of the sound but also the dance that emerged from the angelic host.
Though the concert never ended in that sacred place, Grandpa and I left the Hall of God’s Music to spend some time chatting together about other less ineffable things. He led me to a bench in a garden that looked down over the shining city as we chatted about family, good food and fond memories of his life on earth. As we sat, I looked at my feet and laughed to find that they were still bare. I had forgotten my shoes outside the throne room of God.
“Well, this is just silly,” I said. “I’ve been wandering around this whole time without my shoes. How embarrassing. The angels will think I’m an uncultured spirit who belongs out in the field of flowers rather than roaming their exalted halls and listening to the music of creation in the company of the blessed. Grandpa, have you ever visited the throne room to hear God’s spoken word?”
“Everyone over here has,” he replied. “Upon arrival to the Eternal City, that is usually the first place that spirits go. Shadows from their recent lives need to be banished so that they can spend some time in peace and healing in the city and in the presence of their Lord and God.”
“That is a wise course of action,” I said. “Raziel took me to the throne room without delay even though I didn’t think that was a place I wanted to go or was going to be welcomed. The angels must know a thing or two about facilitating spiritual healing, don’t they?”
“They do indeed,” my grandpa replied. “Free will is a gift but can be a burden for the living. The angels don’t question their place in creation as we have a tendency to do.”
After that observation, we sat in companionable silence for a time. Then, it felt appropriate to give him an update on his earthly family. “It was your birthday yesterday,” I said. “We still remember the day even though we don’t celebrate with treats and presents anymore now that you’re here with God.”
“Oh, was it?” he replied. “It is so easy to lose track of time in this place. I don’t miss the cake and ice cream though I loved both of those things during life as you well remember. Hunger was such a trial for me and mine. You are getting enough physical nourishment as well as the spiritual kind down there, aren’t you?”
“You told me once that you were the way you were about food and feeding others because you heard your mother crying in the night,” I said. “You said she spoke about not knowing how she was going to feed her children and you heard your father offering her words of comfort. Don’t fear for me, Grandpa. My daughter and I have never suffered through physical hunger as you did when you were young. As for the spiritual things, I do the best I can, which is all I can ask of myself and others.”
Grandpa leaned back upon his chair and looked upwards into the clear blue skies of heaven. “I spoke true about the realities of my childhood,” he said. “I’m so happy you listened and remembered my words. You will try to help free those around you from the hunger for both spiritual and physical sustenance in my memory, won’t you? This was so important for me during my time on earth.”
“Of course I will, Grandpa,” I said. “I will express my love and grief for you in this way because you asked me to as we sat here in heaven. It can’t possibly be the wrong path since it began in this holy place.” Then, I too gazed upward into the infinite realms above and realized the bright shining light from the God of the city prevented us from seeing the night sky. “Grandpa, do you miss the stars?” I asked after a time. “The stars themselves seem to fade in the bright light of God’s presence.”
“There are places that we can go if we want to see the stars again,” he said. “Would you like me to take you there?”
I smiled and waved my hand at him in negation. “Oh, I was just in the Divine Mother’s realm,” I said. “I saw her starry fairy thoughts as I visited with her and observed their patterns for as long as I wished. As much as I’d love to stay here with you and speak of the mysteries of creation, I must be going back to the world now as our family and my daughter still need me. Is there anything else that you need to share with me before I go?”
“You need to remember, Heidi, not only humanity’s spirits walk the inner worlds and sit in the Halls of Heaven. If you recall your previous journey, I’ve seen dogs and cats here as well as numerous other creatures, some of which I viewed with my mortal eyes and other worldly beings that mortal eyes have yet to see,” he said. “There is so much more to non-physical existence that has yet to make its way to the physical realm. Creation is so diverse and vast that it boggles the imagination, even yours. But back to your individual life for a moment, have you heard Wisdom speaking to you since the last time we spoke in the City of the Lost and Found?”
“I have occasionally heard their words but for the most part Wisdom has been silent in my life experience,” I said. “It was such a treat to hear God through his spoken word. On earth, I listen as carefully as I can but I don’t hear him very much from the world around me. I see his will in action daily but that doesn’t feel the same way to me as the sound emerging from a person’s throat.”
“Maybe you aren’t seeing or hearing God’s creation as he sees and hears it,” Grandpa said. “It is very important to view and listen to the world and others around you with the forgiving eyes and ears of the divine. Also you need to ask the spirits around you the pressing questions you have the moment they arise in your heart. There are answers to be had but the timing of your questions is crucial, so crucial. I will pray for you and all of our family from this side of the veil. I love you, my granddaughter.” Grandpa hugged me once more and disappeared back into the Eternal City to walk among the blessed of God.
As I felt grief entering my heart at his departure, I was pulled backwards out of the city gates by a power outside of my own and flew across the field of wildflowers outside of the Eternal City’s gate. I ran my fingertips across the top of the flowers as I zipped above them back towards the waking world and my loved ones who yet walked among the living.
“Please let me remember all that occurred here today, Creator of All,” I prayed as I flew through the skies above the fields of heaven. “Let me bring this message of unconditional love, forgiveness and mercy back to my waking world. We desperately need it right now.” I felt the living God’s affirmative answer in the gentle waving of the blossoms beneath my fingertips.
There my vision ended.
The Light Congress 