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Divine Beings and Beyond
I was thinking last night about my life. Some of the stories of my life are really just snapshots of what I remembered as a child. Funny how life shapes you. One story that I want to share is one of those moments when you realize that telling your parents what you really are experiencing may not be the wisest move of all. Here goes....I remember very vividly as a child waking up every morning so I would be able to view the morning star. I would wait until the sun rose so I would the first one to say good morning to the world around me. It was a long time ago and I think back that probably I did not grow up with many material things. My parents as I look back must have struggled to raise both me and my brother. So I relied on my imagination to keep me occupied. This however was not my imagination. For many mornings on end I remember be visited by a man who wore a long robe and a hood. He was no threat to me. When you are a child you know things by sensing. How many of you remember not l...
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