Flew from the security of the nest of my birth and in God's almighty but gentle hands now, as Batyah, daughter of God, I am seated at the right hand of the Cantor, of the father and mother, mother and father, awaiting songs like angels singing, highlights are visions of golden beams and silver shininess as I sit on a cloud in a golden throne. Hazy clouds are heavy with moisture droplets, but there is no rain to whet me when I walk without an umbrella. All protection coming from Adonai only, only One God, worshipping the greatest, the only, the One. Locks on closets and locks on computers keep away drifting impurities, no smut, no dust, nothing to taint what is good. Goodness glaring me in the face, too bright to view head-on, must squint my eyes at the beams as they come in full force even on a dark day. Lightness in all places, no darkness, no doom. Serenity and acceptance, of what is there that I cannot and will not change. Chalalah, not bat Levi priesthood, converted so I would not die. Grave plot purchased, choice of two plots, not knowing where or when, not dying, really living, with perfect health. When I am thirsty, I find water, Miriam's Well is now down the block, in my backyard, and also in my home. Never will be thirsty again, finding water everywhere. Free manna will be dropping like dew upon my head and shoulders for the next 40 years and beyond. Mondays now will be a time for prayer and connection with millions not just one. Sharing myself with everyone. Writing as communication, everyone understanding. There is a world out there, and now I am part of it. Selah.
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