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I lay on my bed viewing a moonlit sky, conscious of spirits emitting a cry. Angels, if real, were hidden from sight, I needed some answers this very night. Many afflictions viewed as despair, my heart was pounding as I laid there. Would any answer the doubts I retained? If authentic, I prayed, they’d be explained. In a flash an illustrious Light appeared, delivering the answers I had once feared. Existence occurs with comfort and pain. The Light, our source, is how we sustain.
May the Light shine upon each of you during this season of healing, joy, and peace.
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