Remember God So Much That You Are

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

God Works In Mysterious Ways. Things May Look Good Outwardly, But There May Be Evil Contained Inside. Let No One Be Deluded By Pride That He Himself Has Conceived Good Ideas Or Done Good Deeds. If Everything Were As It Seemed, The Prophet Would Not Have Cried Out With Such Illuminated And Illuminating Perspicacity, Show Me Things As They Are! You Make Things Appear Beautiful When In Reality They Are Ugly; You Make Things Appear Ugly When In Reality They Are Beautiful. Show Us Therefore Each Thing As It Is Lest We Fall Into A Snare And Be Ever Errant.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'