How many times....down through the corridors of the eons have we as a people walked up to that place in the Eternal.... that place of waking....a way home.... and because of a sinister whisper in our left ear, a voice all too familiar.... coming from somewhere back inside our comfort zone...we hearkened...and turning back into that cold barren darkness, ignored that still small voice which had spoken to the prophets and is speaking still to the spirits of just men who would be made perfect. That same voice that called out to His son, "Where art thou?"....and has yet to receive a definitive answer.
Who recognizes his/her name as a member of the 43rd generation which completes the long lineage out of which came the Christ? "He was cut off out of the land of the living.... who shall declare His generation?".....
Who's aura has been anointed with the color indigo, yet radiates all the opulence of the glory spectrum?......
Who has identified with the spiraling, curving helix of His Divine substance..... signified by the drinking of His blood and partaking of the flesh of His Body to give strength for the journey. This walk signifies an agreement by faith.....and begins by taking a small step, yet a giant leap.... over a supposed line or barrier in the imagination that was never ever really there.
Who recognizes his/her name as a member of the 43rd generation which completes the long lineage out of which came the Christ? "He was cut off out of the land of the living.... who shall declare His generation?".....
Who's aura has been anointed with the color indigo, yet radiates all the opulence of the glory spectrum?......
Who has identified with the spiraling, curving helix of His Divine substance..... signified by the drinking of His blood and partaking of the flesh of His Body to give strength for the journey. This walk signifies an agreement by faith.....and begins by taking a small step, yet a giant leap.... over a supposed line or barrier in the imagination that was never ever really there.
