Quiri, The Demon, and the Spirit

Quiri felt anxious but didn’t know why. She just woke up from a deep and pleasing sleep. The kind where she finished a pleasant dream and remembered it entirely. So why the anxiety? He husband slept soundly, and she looked at his chest rising and falling. He always took such deep relaxing breaths! She smiled and touched his fore arm. But still felt unnecessary worry. Quiri couldn’t think of anything in the day ahead that made her feel afraid. Nothing at all. “It must be a spirit,” she thought. A spirit of anxiety. “In the name of the Almighty, leave me,” she whispered. It did. Peace entered. “How many times have I felt things and went with the feelings, not knowing why I felt them?” she wondered. Feelings. Can they be trusted at all? “Yes. When they point to a person or situation in front of you right now.” “How can I make sure this is the case?” “Conscience. I gave you conscience to know what I feel and why I feel it. Listen to your conscience always. When what you feel agrees with it, agree with the feeling.” “Spirit of God, I honor you,” Quiri prayed. “Because you honor Me, I honor you Quiri.”