Originally posted by Unity_99
In the midst of my silence I heard and recognized Mother's voice say, to save the children, and then went out, and there was a full moon with odd pink clouds around it, just after dusk, normally no color to the clouds. And then they all swirled up in a miracle and formed very huge pink angel wings and the moon turned into a beautiful angel. And after about 5-10 minutes, this swirling happened again, and it was back to normal. We have both a Father and a Mother.edit on 25-12-2011 by Unity_99 because: (no reason given)
The Voice, that does not speak in language. The Presence that has form without the limitations of shape. Where kinetic or static cannot be distinguished. Attaching metaphorics, even, achieves slander and my shame.
