But then I had always swum in a sea of universal intention, having been told I had the same second sight as my grandmother Daisy, who could see through your soul and into the big picture of your future, when she relaxed into the galaxy-riding reality of the Holy Spirit that occupied her willowy frame. My Aunt Shirley, her oldest child, used to look hard at me each time we met and remind me, “Shelley, never forget you have Daisy eyes.”
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.
Roger jumped up, eager to please, trust written all over his face, and his eyes still focused on Edward.
He turned to the group. “The bus will make two stops: one at Bancroft and Telegraph, where you boarded the bus with Brother Andy, and one at the Unified Family Center where we’ve met the last three times. A warm bed, clean towels, teaching, and fellowship are waiting for you. What you will learn there, will change your life forever. Ask yourself – do you know you are chosen by God to do His work? Are you ready to be a part of changing the world today? I know that you are, or you would not be here. Who will join us? Who will come and answer the call of the Holy Spirit?”