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 It’s hard to know when the dreams began. They’ve been with me for as long as I can remember falling asleep at night. But I do remember, vividly, when the dreams began to change. I was seven years old. I had been talking to the corner of my bedroom for a number of months, convinced that angels were watching me. So I talked to them and laughed with them and shared my life. Then one night, as I was falling asleep, I felt myself sinking and sinking and sinking until I knew I had sunk down to a whole new place. And I wasn’t afraid because I knew the angels were watching me. So I taught myself how to travel in this place, and I began taking trips every night. It got to the point where I could hardly wait to go to bed. |
It was during my travels one evening that I heard a message in my mind.
There was a young boy about to take a trip on an airplane for the very
first time in his life. He was scared and alone and he needed a friend.
This boy was the first child I ever helped, and there were many to
follow. |
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