Devorah shook her head sadly. “Please. Enough! What you have
given to specialness has left you bankrupt and your treasure house barren and
empty, with an open door inviting everything that would disturb your peace to
enter and destroy. Please. Enough! Choose again!” She looked out over the
gathering, eyes pleading. “How hard can it be to feel the calm, peace,
compassion and grace of your reality and oneness with Spirit?” She paused,
hands on hips, “As hard as you make it!”
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