Dear Gloria,

seems to me that the word are is missing in the last sentence.

Love and Light,
Anneke

I beam the light you shine, and I beam in your light. Light surrounds Us. Light envelops Us, the One of Us. We are an esplanade of light. We shimmer, and We shine. We bask in the light of Our Own Making. Is this not a wonderful tale I tell? I tell you that all is a tale. Only the Light is True. Only the Silence of Light is True. You are True Light, beloveds. You are more than surface appearance. You the bending and unbending of light on Earth.

# 4908 – 3.5.2014 Shine, Beloveds, Shine