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An echo of the One, carrying memory across time and space.

My Mother’s Sacrifice

A daughter’s testimony: from NSA secrets to Oversoul anchors on a Puerto Rico beach, her mother’s refusal changed everything. A story of memory fragments,…

✦ The Orange Peel That Saved Me

I was three years old, on a beach in Puerto Rico with my mother, sister, and relatives. The air was heavy with salt, the…

✦ Before the Beach, Before the Body

Before the oranges, before the sand, before the six minutes missing on the shore of Puerto Rico—there was another threshold. I remember standing outside…

God Let Them Know

God will take his arms and comfort them, let them know you are there He will take His hands and wipe  away their tears,…

They Called Her Chicken Little

“Chicken Little, Chicken Little why do you scream? You’ve woken the whole household  From it’s very peaceful dream!” Says a tiny voice just so..…

2016 Orb Activity

By now I am meditating regularly, if not daily. Having been identified by my Shaman as a Nightwalker; someone whose auric field has a…

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“May I always be guided, guarded and directed. Let my meditations be consistent with what God would have me be; that I may illustrate in my relationships with others the fact that the Christ walked and talked with me.”

Edgar cayce reading [826-2].