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My aching lips would tremble...barely...
And would whisper...God? – Please
Speak of the eons in search of...This.
And a silent peace came over me. I sensed
A loving presence...oh Holy Spirit!
His quiet Voice then spoke to me...
Consider for a moment the world to be like an infinite cloud, one in which you’ve been living your entire life, one in which there were no limits, and where the cloud never stopped being a cloud. You have had it wrapped around you since the beginning of time. In this cloud people and things have been appearing to you out of nowhere. It was always like that; there never was anything else than this, never anything else but your world.
Over the years you’ve become better at managing your fears, better than you used to, and have come to feel more secure, even though things are not quite as you would have preferred them to be. But anyway, it’s your world, the normal one, the one you’ve grown used to. You’ve made some choices and have created this world in some sense, according to what you needed and to what you thought was right. The things you didn't like appear to be «gone» now. Maybe there were people you didn’t like; they appear to be «gone» now. You would like to keep it this way.
