Spirit Unity

“Oh yeah, what better name.”

Normally, I hide in the past, with the pages I wrote throughout all the years. Lately it is different. Only in spirit am I bold. I cannot take it back. The words I wrote, write, and all the publications.

What am I supposed to do, Lord, with all our conversations in “Spirit Unity”? I heard recently, “God is our one true love.” I was universally united in spirit in my writing, in spurts.

It is what I needed and wanted to do. Years later, fifteen years later, I started sharing on the internet. I had an accident with the brain of a stereo, fell off the shelf, and hit me under my right eye. That is when I drafted the website.

I could not stop publishing; I felt the need to share. Who am I? Everyone’s sister in Christ Consciousness.

March 6, 2023: It has been a few days since I published Mike 2. I cannot believe my boldness occasionally. It is everything I required him to know. I am laughing, sort of. Who does this?

He was an important part; I will not leave him out. It was the activation, and I felt it open up the circuits of my preservation of “me, myself, and I,”  which is all in one.” We are we, always, and we always will be, and then some.

1:51 am, twelve hours before I go to my lung doctor. I have been through so much.  My girls, all the grandchildren, seven without their dad. Not to forget the 19th on the way. 20. One great grand child.

I panicked and told the RN that I do not want to do this anymore. I have been crying more than I have in decades. My son’s pup, which he gave me, passed away yesterday. I will never get another animal.

I need a break, a retreat, a respite; five days is not enough. Not only that, but I told the RN if I leave for five days, I am not coming back. Is it really fair?

I did it for my friend. I would rather not watch him pass. Furthermore, I am tired; does anyone get it? Now, I will see what’s in my lung, and then he will tell me what needs to be done. This will be interesting. I will probably tell you.

It has been since the eighth of February at two am that I smoked my last cigarette. Hospital at one pm. The investigation experiment, exploration, in my lung. They started at 4:30 pm.  There was something stuck in my airways; they sucked it out.

Then off to find that one-and-a-half-centimeter nodule. A pinprick was enough to analyze and give me the results yesterday at 1:40 pm. Benign, another cat scan in six weeks, twenty-one days; I have not had a cigarette.

I put myself on the patch the night I got home. The gum was not helping; withdrawal was not going to happen. So I finally put my first patch on, Step One, 21 mg of nicotine, in a twenty-four-hour period.

 Today is twenty-one patches. “Today is the 31st. Oh wow, what a difference. I have not smoked since the exploration of my lungs. For two and a half years something was stuck in my airwaves. “Hour over, patch time. Break!”

3/13/23, the computer froze, and so I left it until now. I feel I need to finish it and publish it. So here it goes.

 One night, my sis and I went to the neighborhood Wal-Mart. I did not feel right, so we finished up, put stuff in the car, left to go to my soda store, and looked around—no wallet.

 Back to Wal-Mart, and I get out of the car, and a man in a white van told me he took it to the office. I thanked him, gave him a virtual hug, and blew a kiss with both hands. Everything was in it. So when I got home, I told my dad, and he got his mini locks, so I have it locked into my purse now.

 The patch had fallen off, and I was having nicotine withdrawals. When I realized I put another one on, I was as okay as I could be under these circumstances.

All of them, including but not limited to one shape or form of my entire writing and publishing, “In Presence of Spirit.com.”

June 17, 2023: I published my personal conversations with the Lord because I felt I needed to share, from the beginning, “In Presence of Spirit.” So, on December 13, 2013, I opened this website all at once.

I started publishing in October 2011 on Blogger. It is drafted. I looked through the months and years on this website on my phone a couple of hours ago. For the first time in months. I have not published since January of this year.

I need to say that my times “in the presence of spirit” saved me through all the years. Everything I wrote was in spirit, not without. I shared it with anyone that might find it. I felt I had to. No one could stop me.

Even though I did not write about the specifics of my situation, I was praying to the Lord for comfort through the rockiest years of my life with my teenagers, their significant others, and all my grandchildren. None of it was easy. In a couple of weeks or less, my oldest daughter, 40, will be having my nineteenth grandchild, a girl.

7/27/2023, the baby was here last week. She is beautiful and tiny. I still do not know what to do with my website. I edited less than ten a while ago; I read them. Furthermore, I cannot take them back. To me, they are 6hr.ca8.myftpupload.com/. Wendy