| John, have you heard about the "Bewitching Hour"?
Actually, it's top secret, so I'll whisper.
Every single morning, ever since time began, before the sun even rises, the drums start beating, the choirs start singing, the energy starts rising, and every single soul who has ever lived scurries around the plane of manifestation as a chanting begins... and gets louder and louder... and goes faster and faster, until... a feverish pitch is reached and the skies part with a clap of thunder, revealing billions upon billions of the most beautiful angels you have ever seen.
Flying down from the heavens, some with wings outstretched, others with wings pointed back. Darting, diving, banking, and rolling—some so fast they're only a blur—while others seem to float by as if catching what remains of a midsummer night’s breeze.
Every one of them a reflection of the greatest, the loveliest, and the highest I've ever imagined. Every one of them a messenger of hope, and peace, and joy; healers and teachers, comforters and creators. And every one of them about to greet a brand-new day in time and space with a morning yawn, sleepy eyes, and the power to ROCK THE WORLD.
This is the "Bewitching Hour." Shhhh...
And if you listen real hard, you can you still hear the drums.
Hosanna in the highest, The Universe | 
