This morning while drinking my coffee in the castle where I live, the sunlight arose over the eastern mountains and poured itself everywhere. I had a thought.

“What is your understanding of God today?”

The thought, which was more like a voice from an Angel, made me sit up straighter in the chair as if my spine needed more electricity.

”Sunlight,” I replied without speaking.

Telepathy with Spirit sometimes looks like schizophrenia.

”God is sunlight. Yes, and….”

I pondered the question again, “What is my understanding of God today?”

To which the Holy Angel replied, “God is understanding.”