August 2010
An image plays over and over in my mind, time after time, ever since He left this planet: In a lush, green meadow, surrounded by thick, towering trees, every beautiful believer from around the world is locked arm-in-arm forming a protective, swaying circle. In the middle of the magic is Michael. He is spinning and prancing and laughing and dancing! As his bright beams of love light touch each of us at our cores, we are warmed as if by the sun. Together, we are forever locked in this eternal dance of the Great Spirit. From lifetimes past to lifetimes future, we are all bound by a pure-spun, golden thread – our souls. We are many, but we love as one.
An image plays over and over in my mind, time after time, ever since He left this planet: In a lush, green meadow, surrounded by thick, towering trees, every beautiful believer from around the world is locked arm-in-arm forming a protective, swaying circle. In the middle of the magic is Michael. He is spinning and prancing and laughing and dancing! As his bright beams of love light touch each of us at our cores, we are warmed as if by the sun. Together, we are forever locked in this eternal dance of the Great Spirit. From lifetimes past to lifetimes future, we are all bound by a pure-spun, golden thread – our souls. We are many, but we love as one.
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