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Why does the Divine show itself in my experience as Hindu Gods? It seems just a bit odd: Midwestern, not quite middle aged, white chick, experiences the Divine through Hindu aspects.

I met a man named Vishal, a derivation of Vishnu, and knew for sure, what my career decision is. Vishnu is the part of the triumvirate that protects. I’ll have to leave you with just that for now, as it’s not something I can act on immediately.

Anyway, then this morning I had a conversation with Nathan about where the pieces of potholes go. I told him a story of my early childhood where I would sift through the pebbles and sand that were the disintegrated pavement. I would look through and find the pretty pebbles that were bits of quartz, granite, Jasper, and more. When I had a handful of pretty pebbles I’d go show my mom with “look at the petty pebbles I found” and then I’d go put them in a little container in my room.

I then realized that to this day I still have little containers of piles of pretty pebbles, they’re just much more expensive ones these days. It made me laugh hard. Realizing that if I had lots of money and my big dome, I’d have a room full of piles of pretty pebbles!