thirteenth floor

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i've found a new place.

a sacred place. for the wounded and the healing, where angels whisper as they tread, and God is far away but oh, so close here.

the thirteenth floor.

on this place, this haunting place of broken souls and issues that the world calls for taped mouths and vocal chords tied up tight

because we don't talk about this. not like this, anyway.

heads shake and tsk tsk because it's a shame to be there, to stand there, to have clung to shaking walls and shattered banisters of this broken hallowed ground.

but the Truth is hidden from so many eyes because they are blind with hardened hearts and stopped-up ears to know that even in a place of thirteen, a place of fear and supersitition and too much weeping

He is there.

He never left. He is close at hand to touch His broken daughters and fragile sons who ache to weep but have been forbidden. strong and silent types allowed, raised voices should be hushed in church.

sacredness isn't always silent.

sometimes it is loud. it is screams of

WHY and 

YES and 

FREE and 

HOLD ME JESUS PLEASE 

because i have lost my scraps of nothing now. 

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i can't say this as well as i would like.

so please

watch this video below.

this touched heart from one who was touched by him...and then healed with a touch from Him. this touched one. sactified who speaks better than my feeble tongue can muster up.

because she walked here.

with us. 

with me, 

and you, 

and her and him.

and then she turned, and walked with us and Him

 together.

{this video below deals with sexual abuse and mature topics. use discretion when watching around more innocent ears. her words are power, dear ones.}

13th Floor: Sexual Abuse - Janette...ikz from Pure Path on Vimeo.

{linking with Michelle}