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September 6, 2003
But who to call for healing at 2:00am in a busy hospital? I mean, of the Divine variety, the doctors and nurses certainly were doing their part. I cried later this morning, feeling queasy of stomach, wanting to be there with Julia, thinking in this state I could not help. So today I am still in nightgown. I cried again, 'who to call for healing'? I feel nothing from this Isis that attracts so many. I am lost. I listen to my intuition and the images that come. A young girl runs by me, spinning a hula hoop as a wheel, as she runs. She seems to leave something behind, something meant for me. I feel the 'puff ball' of energy she has left behind. It is all right to reach for what is freely given. The ancient duality attains balance. But who do I call for healing? The voice within is so quiet, I almost do not hear it. Who can stretch forth her hand of healing for me? ''Illuminaria, Illuminaria can, she alone can stretch forth her hand of healing.'' Yes, the divinity within. I've read in one of the books of the 'diverging path' that if we must pray, we should pray to ourselves. So I pray to the Divine within myself.
![]() reaching out with the hand of healing . . .
![]() Xeper on the move . . .
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