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charged yet again. Just like when I was
huge letters fell around me. A case of being in
younger and questioning her decisions and
the moment/middle. Too close to make it out
inviting discussion, she would prefer to speak
and too blind to see it as it was being said, I
to God about it, deferring to Him, the outcome
guess. When God spoke, it was so loud and the
of the discourse. And after receiving the Holy
tall pews helped it not tear into our ears, it
Spirit myself, I now understand every word
sounded like explosions and thunder. And the
she spoke over me and my siblings in those
words fell&
marathon praying sessions on Saturday
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mornings gathered around her bed on our
knees. What she feared. What she desired for
us. This is what I am relating.
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GLOSSOLALIA I, 2023
This was a dream& Then the Holy Spirit fell,
and people began to be filled again and as we
began to speak in tongues, I believe the Spirit of
God entered and started to speak to all of us. It
was scary and good at the same time. The
pews were high so we would not see when God
entered. As I was coming to, I saw the words
falling on me from the way off and as they
reached me, they started to deconstruct and
GLOSSOLALIA II, 2023
The images come to me as I am awakening.
Mostly as non-intelligible nonsense, written on
sheets of paper hung haphazardly on the walls
surrounding my sleeping self. They are not
middle-age floaters, but very visible and
authentic. Sometimes they come with an
indescribable sound. Sometimes I understand
the sounds completely, at other times I do not.
At times the wall is filled with the images of
these words or visions or interpretations of
dreams. At times they appear as singular
detached graffiti that move and dance about,
following my line of sight as I move my head
