You've divorced.

You've divorced.

You're not.

Your dreams are not for me.

Last month, in an art center in Atlanta, a small group of people gathered in the

collective daydreaming event presented by the NAP Ministry.

This experience was amazing.

Having the opportunity to just sit and rest with other people.

There's a large open room with concrete floors.

The mac-ray walls have a few pieces of framed artwork.

And classic chairs are spaced apart in the front of the room.

Some people are sitting in the chairs.

Others are cross-legged on yoga mats.

Still others are lying down.

One woman is even dancing, gently flowing.

And leading the congregation into an altered state of consciousness is a woman who calls herself the NAP Bishop.

The door of the mad symbol is open.

The wall should come.

In front of the seating area, there are potted plants and soft lighting.

There's a woman playing the harp and another with Tibetan prayer bowls.

Between them sits the NAP Bishop.

This is an emotion.

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