Precious Ruby Encounter

Yesterday I was making my daily pilgrimage with my Hills when I came upon two sisters praying in one of my favourite spots.
They prayed out loud and were quite animated at times, waving their arms and I heard the words God and Jehovah. I assume that they were of a christian denomination of some kind.
I stood behind at a distance and smiled at the sacredness of the moment as the three of us were some how connected in deep reverence and humility at the miracle and bigness of Life.

When they came to silence I approached them and we spoke a little. Their names were Ruby and Precious. How beautiful.
They said they had come from about 50 miles away and came quite regularly because they felt that these were holy hills. I told them that I felt the same about the hills and that is why I spend time with them most days. Walking them is a prayer, when I remember to be present, each footstep a kiss of gratitude to The Great Mother.

They invited me to join them in prayer and asked me what I wanted them to pray for. I told them that my only prayer was for the return of love and peace and heaven on earth. They prayed out loud and tears fell down Ruby’s cheeks. I just looked on in silence and marveled at the sweetness of the moment and our fleeting connection in such a special setting.

We shared a few more words after and then I asked them each for a hug. We shared some hugs and then I took my leave.
Maybe we will meet again. Maybe not.
Some might call our meeting a coincidence, others synchronicity, others a sacred moment. But I know what I know in my heart.

I love my Hills and all the magic moments that I experience with them.

Love and blessings to Ruby and Precious wherever they are.

‘All is well and all manner of things shall be well.’ Blessed Be.

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