Holy Father,
Bring Down, Your Holy Spirit, Eternal In You. Bring You Up Front, and Personal, out in the open. Through Me, can you imagine? I can’t Ha. I did it, all the writing.
It is funny, in a way,
I am an Author that has not been read. Essentially it is a secret. Even though it is accessible, few have found it. From year to year, every year, I thought, I was finishing up. While I was ending, another beginning would come up. Piece by piece, I put it together.
It goes like this. I am OK, alright!
The process of transition, ritual cleansing, from darkness to the light, and light to dark. It is to this end; I must give my book an end.
I have these moments:
That I say, I am not worthy, and I feel I am not worthy. But I know, the whole thing, is meant to be. I am not embarrassed about what I have written, or that my life is an open book Ha. My life in writing
Knowledge:
“How can I be ashamed of the pain, the isolation, the experience of millions of Women. The degradation and deterioration of our babies, our families, our heritage from every Country and Nation.
We are here for a purpose.
The purpose if unveiling in simplicity, clarity, so innocent by hiding, until now, when all will be known.” This is right after, “the two who were inappropriately terminated of life, which left me in darkness to the light. January 1996 This was at the beginning of my writing with the Lord. Wendy 2010
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