9 MONDAY
I had the feeling a large angel was standing in the bedroom last night. A very tall personality. I long to see supernatural beings with all my heart. For ages now I have had the feeling a personality wearing steel coloured body armour including a helmet often stands in the right hand corner of our bedroom. I see with my imagination. I can't think of any other way to describe the process.
10.15 A.M We are both in bed enjoyed a breakfast tray of delights, large boiled eggs, two slices of Rye bread toasted with two bacon slices and garlic sausage.
Edward says that every day begins as a good day and I am not to allow the weather to dictate its outcome. My thinking is all wrong he says! Years of conditioning throughout my childhood of hearing my mother bewail the weather as personally sent to assault and disrupt her day by God whenever there was rain or wind to soak and tease her carefully manufactured curls out of their Kerby grips.. I must remember whatever the weather every day is potentially a good one. Someone told me once that only witches blame the state of the weather on God.
But if he knows each one of us personally he must know all of our needs and when we need a hot sunny day to go about our business successfully.
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