On my way back up the Jacobs ladder, I think of the attic where Leena waits to welcome me home. It was a foolhardy decision to live here. I hope the angels are there to help Leena. She seeks The God.
I urge myself – Continue to climb! Stop and breathe. I am panting like a dog.
I curse myself for consenting to this esoteric adventure. I curse Leena for her faith in helical inception and higher truth.
Continue to climb!
I now seek God in my worn out arm chair and a hot cup of tea.
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- Spiritual Minute: God’s Whisper (annunciationblog.com)