Open Up the Heavens

I need to pray

For the way to open up the heavens again—within myself—for the purification of the entire now. Currently, yesterday, and tomorrow. Currently, I long to be in communication in spirit with everyone at the same time.

Being here or not, in all other galaxies, the whole cosmos—the entirety of everything seen and unseen. In actuality, we are. We are all here, right here, right now. We are all in the presence of Spirit at the same time, no matter here or there.

Yes, it is up in the heavens. It is meant to mend broken hearts. It is a breakaway from the norm. If you read in the “I am” of you, and not me, you would have more understanding.

Never for myself alone—I knew this from the beginning in 1996: “Knowledge.” I spent January 1996 to January 17, 2023—twenty-seven years—in personal conversation with the Lord.

Always knowing I was going to share from the beginning. Just by writing, I was sharing in Spirit with you—everyone, here, there, and everywhere. That is my spontaneous spiritual nature that needs to be fully activated. I need help.

We were exposed to asbestos in the big house from 1988 to December 29, 1995. I drilled a hole to hang a basket—no mask. Oh me, oh my. I fell off the face of the earth, four days before my youngest daughter’s tenth birthday. They did not want to go to the shelter with me. I was in total burnout. Besides, I had some writing to do.

From beginning to end, and end to beginning—physically by myself, spiritually with the holy congregation of our Lord God Almighty, in the Spirit of One God: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

The Trinity of Union and Divine Mercy. My writings are not written in vain. They are guided by the light of love for all eternity. All of them are in the presence of spirit—one in spirit, one in the Lord—which makes them yours, mine, and ours, even if you do not understand.

I need to open up and let the light shine through the pages of the writings at 6hr.ca8.myftpupload.com, looking past my present circumstances. I need to finish this off. Who knows how long—God knows.

Wendy