This morning while drinking my coffee in the castle where I live, the sunlight arose over the eastern mountains and poured itself everywhere. I had a thought.
“What is your understanding of God today?”
The thought, which was more like a voice from an Angel, made me sit up straighter in the chair as if my spine needed more electricity.
”Sunlight,” I replied without speaking.
Telepathy with Spirit sometimes looks like schizophrenia.
”God is sunlight. Yes, and….”
I pondered the question again, “What is my understanding of God today?”
To which the Holy Angel replied, “God is understanding.”