A thousand people were singing along with Her, yet Amma seemed very much alone. She had lost Herself in the bhava of the song. Her cheeks became wet. The final time, the words came like a whisper. Amma sat still in the silence that followed. She then opened Her eyes and quickly shook Herself free of the mood, drying Her tears with the side of Her hand.
The Three Waves of Volunteers and the New Earth – Dolores Cannon
January 5, 2023
