I
sank to my knees among the wild flowers, clasped my hands together, and replied
in a hushed voice. “Behold the handmaid of the Lord: be it unto me according to
your word.”
While
I watched wonderingly, the angel’s feet rose from the ground, his magnificent
wings spread out, and I saw him gradually lift up higher and higher, until he
flew out of my sight. After he was gone, an Invisible but very hallowed sense
of Shekinah, surrounded me. Never have I had such
profound agape love, such happiness,
and complete tranquility permeate my being as it did at that moment. It must
have been a foretaste of the joys of Paradise.
Although the
sensation faded, I am certain that ‘I AM’ touched me in a very profound and
personal way. I can-not express what He has done for and to me. When He left I
quietly murmured Alleluia El ohim Yisrael!
Shortly
after this experience the evening sun set and the sky quickly grew dark. The
night air was laden with the perfume of roses and other blossoms and the sky
was brilliant with stars. There were so many stars that it seemed like there
were surely symbolic messages of great portent written in the sky that only the
learned could read.
I
crept into the house for this little scroll, my reed pen, and a small clay lamp;
and am now sitting on a large flat rock near the lovely almond tree trying to
write with the aid of the stars and the lamp’s flickering glow.
“Holy, holy,
holy,” I breathed, loath to leave this sacred place, yet knowing the hour was
growing late.
I
seemed to be wrapped in an aura of other- worldliness for
the rest of the evening. 
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