Processing the Past

This past week I had an interesting, upsetting, nostalgic, yet wonderful experience. I am trying to process it all. Half of the time I feel upset, then the other half I am reminding myself that everything that happened was Divine order.

When I walked into the room, I had never felt a greater energy. Almost midnight, I stared at the off-white ceiling for thirty minutes. The lights reflected gold.

This is the year you are glad to live.
This is the year you have much to give.
Live to bless.
Wonderful, wonderful, fortunate you.
This is the year that your dreams come true.

The old book of song guided me to the numberless page. I accepted gratefully, overwhelmed with an unidentified emotion.

Darkness has vanished,
Light is shining clear.
Truth's glorious message makes the glad earth free.
Shine in my soul, fill me with life and light.

The silence is so overpowering I have become dizzy. I have never felt a presence as strong as I do in this room. I see this sugar ant climbing through the folds of my jacket; I bless you. In a world where all else is dark, I have found a light in this one moment. I can see the energy moving through out the entire room and travelling into my soul. What an experience.

I feel your light touch and my heart races.

I heard the voice of an angel. I felt the emotions of an angel. I looked into the eyes of an angel. An angel.