The fields were filled with people. Families huddled together, gathered around camps they had set up. The energy of the crowd was anxious and excited. They all waited to see something extraordinary. The promise of witnessing a miracle was palpable in the air. You could taste the faith and conviction of this gathering of souls. Some of the campsites ( Read more... )

My scar is tingling.

Magic time is created when unconventional person comes.

The subject of religion is constantly a point of contention in my family. I have been at odds with my mother for more than 20 years because I do not find truth in her "truth." I was force fed her religion from the time I was 5 months old. When I was 13 years old, I officially disassociated myself from her religion. Typically, that is young to ( Read more... )