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Shanta Gabriel
When praying for my life path to be made clear in 1988, I was not expecting an Archangel to show up in my living room. However, while giving a massage one day, there, in a blazing golden light with wings so large they rose beyond the ceiling, stood a being who said he was Archangel Michael. Did I fall to my knees in gratitude for the answer to my prayers? No way, I had a massage to complete, and no real interest in Angels. I also was concerned I had finally gone around that mental bend in the road my fami more...
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