With Love, Even The Rocks Will Open.

There Is No End To One's Faults. To Think Of Them Makes One Humble.

The Existence Of Illness In The Body May No Doubt Be Called A Shadow Of The True Illness Which Is Held By Man In His Mind.

Sound Is The Force Of Creation, The True Whole. Music Then, Becomes The Voice Of The Great Cosmic Oneness And Therefore The Optimal Way To Reach This Final State Of Healing.

When One Bell Is Rung, By The Sound Of That One Bell Other Bells Will Also Vibrate. So It Is With The Dancing Of The Soul...it Produces Its Reaction, And That Again, Will Make Other Souls Dance.

We Can Be Under The Power Of A Spell, But We Must Overcome Such A Power; We Must Liberate Ourselves From Evil. Everyone Can Fight.