I hear words. Sometimes in response to a question.

Always immediately. No pause. No thinking on my part.

Just an answer. Unequivocal.

I hear words. Sometimes in silence. Unbidden.

The words are neither male nor female, and both male and female.

The words are not loving nor unloving.

The words are without emotion without drama, neither loud, nor soft.

I’m foraging for food. I hear, “This is Valerie looking in the cabinet.” I close the cabinet doors.

Am I safe? “Yes.”

Do I speak? “No.”

Sometimes the Word comes only in vibrations. A tension or a pleasant sensation, a warmth.

Sometimes the Word comes in pulsations. In Quiet Time these pulsations tell me I’m tuning in, like a tuning fork. They go up, down, side to side, spiraling clockwise, then counterclockwise, quick and slow.

Sometimes the Word is a symbol. In the ambulance I experienced a huge set of grey, feathered wings slowly beating above the vehicle. No word. Just wings. Just the Peace that passeth all understanding.

Love & Light,

Valerie

Photo Notes: This is a photo of a woman’s handprint from an ancient cave painting.

National Geographic says, “Women made most [about 75%] of the oldest-known cave art paintings, suggests a new analysis of ancient handprints. Hand stencils and handprints have been found in caves in Argentina, Africa, Borneo, and Australia. But the most famous examples are from the 12,000- to 40,000-year-old cave paintings in southern France and northern Spain.”

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2013/10/131008-women-handprints-oldest-neolithic-cave-art/