Within each one of us lies the Eternal Truth,
hidden beneath immeasurable layers of perception,
carried down through the age of incarnations.
As the petals of the rose
slowly unfold to reveal its secret,
so it is also with our own level of awareness.
The words we use to convey this consciousness
are merely shadows of the Eternal Truth,
and each one expresses this in their own unique way.
The gift I give is through the written language,
but if I were to try and reveal this
through the spoken word,
I would stumble before you...
...unable to express the vibration of Truth within.
The inner knowledge you possess
is different
only in its expression.
For some of us...
The spoken language has a rhythm
The written language thus has more, (paraphrased by irma)
Listen to the Voice
Oh children of the earth,
I am the Eternal Silence contained within
the Chosen One,
I am the unwritten poem of your poet's
heart,
Listen unto the words of this day,
These are the living dreams of your giant-self,
Come hither, and fill the cup of your
soul
Love one another, even as you have chosen
to love me;
The Kingdom of Heaven
To be able to reach across the void of time and space to touch another soul's path brings such joy to both the giver and the receiver that they rise together as one within the Eternal Now to give thanks to the Source of All Things.
You ask where you were taken that night and I would say unto you, dear Irma, that you traveled within and have found the Kingdom of Heaven. Yes, it is more than a place, for within this Kingdom is the One Reality and all that seems real to the outside world is merely the illusion of dream.
The words given to me to give away are sacred...they belong to all of us and regardless of our individual religious beliefs, they are truly from 'The Book of Love'. You quoted to me from my personal favorite writing...'Echoes of the Soul'.
Agapi
Daniel
And so my children, may this be at last
Yes, Daniel, at last..
Thank you,
arrested by the ear,
interpreted by mind distracted
the soul is want to hear.
and in powerful vibration,
sings directly to my soul
naught lost in mind's translation.
sprouting seeds of this Garden vast,
I would speak unto you now,
For I am the voice you have longed to
hear.
As I am also the echo of your own sleeping
soul.
The unsung song of your musician's ear.
I am the unseen sculpture of your artist's
eye,
And the living Spirit of every prophet
that has ever spoken unto this world.
for they are written upon the heart of every man
who accepts God as his Father and the Earth for
his Mother.
that would stand naked in the sunlight and be
revealed before the eyes of your child-self.
And would that I could, awaken your soul
from this fitful slumber,
That you might walk hand in hand with the
Spirit of your dreams.
But how shall I wake thee, if you deem
this life the essence of reality and my voice
naught but an illusion of a wishful desire?
from the love-spring of my heart.
Drink deeply, that you might never
forget;
And live within the lessons taught unto
you this day,
That I may always live upon your deepest
desire.
To do less, would be to strip the pages
of my life,
leaving them empty and barren of
all meaning,
For I say unto you, that you are the sons
and the daughters of the living God.
Fare thee well, oh beloved children,
until
the morrow doeth find a greater dawn.
the hour of your awakening,
And this melody I sing free your souls
to walk upon the sacred path of light.
Irma
