I Turned on my computer this morning, opened up YouTube and the first thing that popped up was this video. Great way to start the day: a tale of imprisonment for faith and similar liberation by faith.
Like Michael, I had a hard time with my father growing up, holding resentments and trauma. Much Like I had a hard time with Michael back in the Bay Area before I left for Arizona.
Perhaps that is the meaning of my dream of walking and talking with him and his face becoming that of my deceased father before Michael prayed over a group of people from India (*one world many Gods).
My dad is gone but Michael is still here, so I can still say in reconciliation go in peace and may God be with you also… (I feel like I’m going to pass out)
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