כ'ג באדר ב' תשס"ח
Raven 24
I dreamt.
Very simply, giants were on the prowl, looking for Michael. But the giants couldn't find him, because Michael came down, safe and sound with me.
I woke up.
וּבָעֵת הַהִיא יַעֲמֹד מִיכָאֵל הַשַּׂר הַגָּדוֹל, הָעֹמֵד עַל-בְּנֵי עַמֶּךָ, וְהָיְתָה עֵת צָרָה, אֲשֶׁר לֹא-נִהְיְתָה מִהְיוֹת גּוֹי עַד הָעֵת הַהִיא; וּבָעֵת הַהִיא יִמָּלֵט עַמְּךָ, כָּל-הַנִּמְצָא כָּתוּב בַּסֵּפֶר.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Michael And Me
Posted by Lori at 7:27 PM
Labels: archangels, dreams, witch
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