thy hands. This is the great majesty of the
heavens, the great Lord of creation. He can
take thy hands, empty and meaningless of
themselves, vases of clay, and fill them
howsoever He pleases."
"O thou soul of thy passing, come
forth to bid thy soul to service in the realm
of the learned, and then cease your upping
to charge forth to thy next abode of
traveling. Howbeit that a soul must bid
welcome to the Lord of Hosts in such
manner, but yet it must be done. Through
the horns of a Ram (My astrological birth
sign is Aries, the Ram) shall the Word of thy
Lord be manifest. Through the magnitude
of one soul shall the mysteries be revealed to
the common man in the worlds of the below.
The synchronicity of the soul must be
achieved through the redemption of the
beloved. Allow thy words to become as a
flame of purgation for souls, and as a novena
to ever present holiness."
After these words came to me, an
image symbolic of the redemption came into
my mind. Seeing many ancient clay vases, all
but one, were together in a huge clump on
one side of the floor. Those who stood