Today makes twice this week during meditation that I felt the words "write about me" gently drift through my mind. Like a shooting star that streaks brightly across the sky one moment and is gone the next, these words left me wondering if I had even heard them at all. It didn't feel like me talking to me or some part of my ego desperately trying to hook my attention. I think it was God. But how could it be? God doesn't say this sort of thing to people. Or does He? In a previo