the map contained detailed knowledge of all
Universes and realms. Making it clear that
the detailed information within the map was
for me alone, I was given permission to
share the basic structure of it which was
encompassed in the 'Universal Sphere of
Realms.'
"The tone has been implanted," she
said, "the tone warns you of deception and
untruth." "Thank you," I said, as I began to
feel catatonic. Falling to the ground, I stared
at the swirling star patterns no longer able to
move or respond.
Shooting through time, I appeared at
a gathering in the eighteenth century. Voice
singing wildly in my head, the angel
remained with me, but I was the only one
who could see her. In the front of the room,
people were discussing the problem of the
Indians calling them heathens and savages.
Anything they couldn't understand, they
attributed to Satan. A vial of holy water was
being passed around the room in order to
purify themselves from evil presence of the
natives. As the tone began ringing wildly in
my head, I didn't partake of their vial, but
took the angel's hand and left.
Spinning above me as the white mists
brent
(Brent)
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