The angels invite me to play

A hidden room opens inside my own heart, flooding my life with mystery and miracles.

This post is part of a series, Soul Caller Origins, in which I’m organizing my own spiritual biography into a book. As a part of my unpublished memoir work, I’ve placed these posts behind a paywall. This gives me the chance to move the work out of my notebooks into this space -where I can work on it. Expect these posts to change as the project takes form. Right now, they’re part journal entry - part notes to self. The work in progress.

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In this chapter, I talk about the hidden room inside of myself where I stashed the magical secrets about the world - things that I sensed and understood but was not really allowed to talk about. (I suspect that we all have such a room - and most of the occulted wisdom of the world is hidden there.) It was during my years as mother to young children and later, as the editor and ghost writer of a magazine column about angels, that the doors to my own hidden room of magic began to open.

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