And when it was finished, I interiorly
knew that it was going to affect him in some
way consciously, that I should be alert that
his attitude towards me might change
because of some level of remembrance. It
would be most likely that he would
remember nothing, but suddenly feel ill at
ease in my presence.
As the final blast of the Holy Spirit
came through my voice, I uttered the final
words which were intended to counter his
words rooted in anger, pride, and power.
Each of the Holy Spirit's responses were the
direct opposite of whatever the ill-informed
purpose of his initial words might be.
Because it went on for hours, and because
the issue was so deeply ingrained, he
became very agitated that for every syllable
out of his mouth of a destructive nature, the
Holy Spirit would respond out of mine in
the opposite construct.
When finished, it seemed that both of
us were exhausted and I fell into a peaceful
sleep.
The sky's were alit with a holy
wonder this night as I followed the eternal
beckon to a place I would not have expected.