She opened the spiritual window to a picaresque scene at the
small cottages and Rectory. Her beloved
priest Reverand Murray was reading his sermon to the congregation. She saw this in a mental simultude and she
hastened to get to church. She walked up
the winding road to the Chapel from her mountain
cottage. Her hymn book a book of homilies in her hand. She prayed to Jesus as she was fighting her
feelings of amour for her beloved Rector.
She was holding the hand of Jesus with a primrose glove and singing
hymns, but she was clairaudiently hearing her priest beyond the veil. By Julie
Ralphs
Father Murray had finished his sermon in the chapel and was enjoying the serenity of the rose garden at the rectory when he heard her call. She had roused some spiritual part of her priest’s psyche, by being receptive to the call. She could hear her ‘ inner voice’ speaking. She had suspended ordinary ‘ discursive thought’ and amazingly his voice came through the spiritual realm, as though she had tuned into a different frequency, a two- way radio. By Julie Ralphs
Father Murray had finished his sermon in the chapel and was enjoying the serenity of the rose garden at the rectory when he heard her call. She had roused some spiritual part of her priest’s psyche, by being receptive to the call. She could hear her ‘ inner voice’ speaking. She had suspended ordinary ‘ discursive thought’ and amazingly his voice came through the spiritual realm, as though she had tuned into a different frequency, a two- way radio. By Julie Ralphs