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I felt his presence...before recognition dawned.   A slight unease spread through my body       A chill breeze blew through the room           raising goosebumps on my skin.                              And fear..no...                              ....TERROR....                         c a m e  c a l l i n g I knew him then, realizing that THIS night                    he had not come for ME.         He had merely called to pay his respects:               To show me I need not fear him.                    He was an honored guest.          I realized then, that the fear had no basis,                        I felt his love for me.                         When he visits us,             it is the ones who are well taught                        who welcome him,             who greet him as each day dawns                                       Without fear                              Om Tat Sat
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
The Guest
I felt his presence...before recognition dawned.   A slight unease spread through my body       A chill breeze blew through the room           raising goosebumps on my skin.                              And fear..no...                              ....TERROR....                         c a m e  c a l l i n g I knew him then, realizing that THIS night                    he had not come for ME.         He had merely called to pay his respects:               To show me I need not fear him.                    He was an honored guest.          I realized then, that the fear had no basis,                        I felt his love for me.                         When he visits us,             it is the ones who are well taught                        who welcome him,             who greet him as each day dawns                                       Without fear                              Om Tat Sat
florence-clark
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
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