Conversaciones Con Dios Novels & Stories

I guess I have to go alone, but I don’t want to. I speak with Christian at least once a day, our conversation in the usual pattern, him asking how my day went, me asking how his day was, and him telling me how he can’t wait to devour me. He says he would be here as soon as he can but he is really swamped with work.

I half-joked, hoping for some cosmic clarity. The guide's eyes sparkled with cosmic amusement. "Not gossip, but a profound exchange of energies. The astral dialogues resonate with the essence of your souls, connecting you to the cosmic symphony," they replied, their words a harmonious blend in the astral dialogues. In the dance of astral dialogues, emotions flowed freely, like the cosmic winds weaving through our celestial encounter. "Do these astral dialogues ever reveal surprises? Like, cosmic plot twists or unexpected turns?" I inquired, genuinely curious about the unpredictability of the astral tapestry.

“It felt bigger. Like a source. Also . . . ” Father Thomas shifted his arms, folding his hands at his waist, interested. They’d never gotten this far in their counseling sessions before. “She spoke to you. According to your debriefing this little girl spoke to you. In ways a little girl shouldn’t.” where’s your faith, priest? DAMN YOU!

“Because I do have a father. Just not the kind you see. God is my Father in heaven. He loves me very much. And He loves you, too.” Gianna blinked, puzzled. “He’s your father?” she looked up as if searching for God. “Yes,” Araceli said. “And I talk to Him every morning and every night. And it always makes me feel better.” Gianna hesitated. “Will you show me how to talk to Him?” “Of course,” Araceli said. “In fact… tomorrow is Sunday. We should go to church.” Gianna lit up. “We can ask the driver to take us!”

We got along better these days, but I knew Him too well to ever trust Him. Chris looked at me like I had a few too many heads. That's why I always took Mom's advice she gave me when I was six and first told her that I talk to God in my head and He talks back to me. She advised me to never tell anyone but her about that. Chris knew. Of course I trusted him with that, but he didn't know he was talking to me at the moment. I patted the seat. I still hadn't looked at him. He reluctantly got in, sitting right next to me.