Never Away From the Throne

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“I stood in an open field, with my baby on my arm. Both the baby and I were wrapped in white cloth. It was night time. The field we stood on was alight and the fire was moving toward us. I couldn’t run too far as I reached a fenced part of the field. The fire was moving rapidly to encircle us. I heard a choir beginning to sing and just as the fire was closest a man in a white robe climbed over the wall. There was so much peace on him. The fire stopped moving toward us. The man placed a mark on my back beyond the right shoulder and put his hand on the baby and marked the baby in the same place. Then the man went back over the wall and I woke up.”

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