myself, but out loud, “I cannot build this
road from the light which is my present to
the darkness which is my past. It is not I
who need to build this road, but many
others who have chosen not to help with this
task... I’m not going to work on this road
anymore.” As I said this, I was no longer
there.
A holy nun stood before me in a
place of solitude and rest. Placing within my
hands a picture of a sainted medieval nun,
she directed me to place it on the wall of my
spirit.
Raging through the darkened night,
my spirit was in a hurry to arrive at the
monastery in the galactic heavens which I
knew would give me and my ward refuge.
As we'd entered, I was excruciatingly aware
of those who were quickly following behind,
with the intention to harm my ward. As a
result of this knowledge, I continued further
and further into a catacomb-like structure
beneath the building.
Bearing this tiny unborn baby in my
hands, the Chinese baby could be no more
than five inches long and perhaps several
months along in pregnancy. Swelling