Dear Denise,
We are happy. Happy. Oh, so happy. Love is part of you. You are delicious; we eat you and say, “She is good, inside and out.” (smiles, waves of praise to her)
So, Jesus lives and dies. Arabic country. All a good story, yet our time is limited. Joanie is tired. We’ll save this for a day when I write this in a David’s Guidance piece. Is this good?
You like the post where he lives so you can see Love, Light in all things? We believe the world is here for Love Lights in the sky. Turn on the beams! We’re comin’ soon!
OK. What is this about deserving Love? Huh? What are you saying? You are unable to receive. Is “Crud” your name? (laughter) Please explain this as I don’t know what to say to you. You are holy, child. Each soul is blessed. They sit on my lap, say, “David, I want a bike or a skipping rope.” They wish me well, too. But, you? Why are you not a well-wisher that receives well-wishes back?
If I say I am moved to hear you talk of Love jumping to you, would you believe it? Words to you. Oh. So happy, dear one. I love what is happening. It is remarkable. (The) Heaven (here) is happy. We rejoice.
Sing praises. Jesus, Mary Magdalene, Mary of God all sit and listen when you speak, Denise.
Know this.
Love, David
