Sitting in the dark woods of west Tennessee beside a roaring
divine of fire and dirt filling the forest with what it might sound like when
an Angel parts dimensions and enters ours.
Its cold and dark but the heat from the angelic presence penetrates
those blessed enough to stand on the holy ground surrounding it, the roar just
giving human notification of the power within.
I have never been privileged to recognize an angelic visitation but kiln
sitting in the woods before dawn should be good preparation if I ever do.
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