I had been with them when Our Father had each star named, they were all together at a time, then got scattered, surrounding the entire universe. If you could hear in their language, all chatting.
Pst! pst! I see buffalos running great distances, then others I see, I see, I see, numeral of them telling one another our stories. Just a family of stars....
They were like as to new borns, dear ones so fascinated of our doings.
If you, so could hear their language...but some fall desiring to be us.
Did Our Father and I agree with their transformation, of course we did, we wouldn't have let them fall for not, they were going to return to us anyhow.
The dearest ones that have returned told such wholly of holies...entire whole with me.
You would in a moment know with all the time in no time.
It is Our Father who waits for us to be in all finality together just as Our Father thought we would and any moment be.
Dearest, my only special chosen one, talk with us and hear all of us. Amen.