As Andy was about fifteen feet away
facing me from behind the picture, Padre Pio
turned towards him, motioning him to come
forth and nodding at him in approval, as
well. Filling me with serenity, the Padre’s
nod at Andy gave me a sense of peace in
knowing that his watchful protection would
also be with Andy, especially at the time
when the battle for my life was lost. Because
of my children, this became all the more
important. Directing us to go and participate
in the battle which raged on all around us,
we ran for cover from the forces of evil
which were now gaining on us again.
Boarding a bus towards my
childhood home, we began to think that
perhaps we were home free, but in fact, we
had only just begun.
As we came upon the road which led
to my past life within my current life, the
long road of about two miles which had led
to the house was overridden with dirt. Old
friends from my past appeared who were to
assist me in covering this road in rock, to
make it beautiful and complete. But the old
friends who had appeared happened to be
the ones who had been somewhat dark at
the time (who knows where they may be
brent
(Brent)
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