Andrew Songmouang

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‘Sacred soul, arise. You are accepted.’ He motioned toward the angels. ‘Please bow in turn to each of these holy saints.’ “After I had finished my humble genuflections, the angelic voices sounded together, like a chorus in an ancient scripture. “‘Consort of the Divine One, thou art blessed. We salute thee.’ They bowed at my feet and lo! their refulgent forms vanished. The room darkened.
Autobiography of a Yogi (Self-Realization Fellowship)
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