Kindle your inner power
From the very beginning, I followed the Way of Love with them, Yeshua and Magdalena. Together with her, I stood by him as he hung on the cross. And afterwards, I sailed with her to the shores of the Languedoc to spread his teachings from the Book of Love. I am here to guide those in need of healing, so they may rediscover their inner power and reawaken.
From: The Story of the Black Madonna
Tears of joy flowed over Sarah’s face when her newborn baby boy, wrapped in a warm blanket, was placed in her arms. She took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. The scent of new life and purity. For a few moments, she was able to forget her life of destitution and loneliness. All that mattered to her now was her son. A strong and healthy boy to whom no gift could compare. Filled with gratitude, she closed her eyes and let her weary body rest.
The next morning, Deborah was woken from a deep sleep by her phone ringing loudly.
“Oh, blast,” she groaned drowsily while trying to grab it. She missed, sweeping it off the bedside cabinet and on to the floor. Reluctantly, she got out of bed, but it was too late. The moment she got hold of the phone to answer the call, it stopped ringing. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with one hand, she swiped the screen with her thumb to see who had tried to contact her.
Gavin’s heart grew heavier with every step he took in the silent forest. The looming darkness of night seemed to reflect his gloomy thoughts. Thoughts and memories of his early childhood when he had taken a walk in the same forest with his late father. As he trudged onward through the red and golden autumn leaves that covered his path, he began to speak out loud as if he were composing a letter.
With a glum look on his face, the young Aboriginal hunter, Manimanuk, looked out over the plains from the rocky outcrop where he was standing. Angry words had been spoken earlier that morning in the camp of his people. To Manimanuk it seemed as if there were two camps. One, led by one of the elders, was determined to move on to better hunting grounds before the dry season came. The other camp felt it was better to wait until one of the mothers fully recovered after breaking her leg while foraging for yams.
“So, what was that stupid mistake you were talking about?” Deborah asked Jenny curiously, when they had finished talking to Norm on the footpath just outside the beach house.
The question made Jenny blush with shame. At the same time, Jenny knew it was better for both her and Deborah to get it off her chest. So, she cleared her throat and began to tell Deborah about the mistake that was troubling her.
“You mentioned stalking back there and that’s when I realized who could be stalking you.”
Deborah’s eyes opened wide as she listened closely to her sister’s words.
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested.
“Good idea,” Jenny replied, and they went inside through the front door.