Even so, this matter is not anything that I or any of us inheritors of this power can grasp in its totality. So much the reason to become as little children and let the Father/Creator drench us with His loving care and protection.
Here I am. Skipping and dancing in the rain. Joyfully, fearlessly. Clad with my childhood dream of that freely dress with parasol and shoes to match. Come, my dear Reader, come! Let’s us skip and dance together to the tune of our Father/Creator’s love and protection.
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.