Your Longing For Me Is My Message

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.

Ways Of Worshipping Are Not To Be Ranked As Better Or Worse Than One Another . . . It's All Praise, And It's All Right.

I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?

Don't Turn Away. Keep Your Gaze On The Bandaged Place. That's Where The Light Enters You.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.