I tell you truly...
the Angel of POWER enters into you...
when you touch the Stream of Life through the blades of grass.
For the Angel of Power is as a shining light that surrounds every living thing...
just as the full moon is encircled by rings of radiance...
and as the mist rises up from the fields when the sun climbs in the sky.
And the Angel of Power enters into the Son of Light...
when his heart is pure and his desire is only to comfort and teach the Sons of Men.
Touch, then, the blades of grass...
and feel the Angel of Power enter the tips of your fingers...
flow upwards through your body, and shake you till you tremble with wonder and awe.
Know, also...
that the Angel of LOVE is present in the blades of grass.
For Love is in the giving...
and great is the Love given to the Sons of Light by the tender blades of grass.
For I tell you truly, the Stream of Life runs through every living thing, and all that lives, bathes in the Holy Stream of Life. And when the Son of Light touches with Love the blades of grass, so do the blades of grass return his Love, and lead him to the Stream of Life where he may find life everlasting.
And this Love never exhausts itself, for its source is in the Stream of Life which flows into the Eternal Sea, and no matter how far does the Son of Man stray from his Earthly Mother and his Heavenly Father, the touch of the blades of grass will always bring a message from the Angel of Love, and his feet shall bathe again in the Holy Stream of Life.
Lo, it is the Angel of WISDOM...
that governs the movement of the planets, the circle of the seasons, and the orderly growth of all living things.
So does the Angel of Wisdom ordain the communion of the Sons of Light with the Stream of Life through the tender blades of grass. For I tell you truly, your body is holy, because it bathes in the Stream of Life, which is Eternal Order.
Touch the blades of grass, Sons of Light...
and touch the Angel of ETERNAL LIFE.
For if you look with the eyes of the spirit, you will truly see that the grass is eternal.
Now it is young and tender, with the brightness of the newborn babe. Soon it will be tall and gracious, as the sapling tree with its first fruits. Then it will yellow with age, and bow its head in patience, as lies the field after the harvest. Finally, it will wither, for the small earthen pot cannot contain the full lifespan of the wheat.
But it does not die.
For the brown leaves return to the angel of Earth, and she holds the plant in her arms and bids it sleep, and all the angels work within the faded leaves, and lo, they are changed and do not die, but rise again in another guise.
And so do the Sons of Light never see death...
but find themselves changed...
and risen to everlasting Life.
And so does the Angel of WORK never sleep...
but sends the roots of the wheat deep into the Angel of Earth...
that the shoots of tender green may overcome death and the reign of Satan.
For life is movement, and the Angel of Work is never still, even does he labor without ceasing in the vineyard of the Lord.
Close your eyes when you touch the grass, Sons of Light, but fall not asleep, for to touch the Stream of Life is to touch the eternal rhythm of the everlasting kingdoms, and to bathe in the Stream of Life is to feel more and more the power of the Angel of Work within you, creating on Earth the Kingdom of Heaven.
PEACE is the gift of the Stream of Life to the Sons of Light.
Wherefore do we always greet each other, 'Peace be with you.'
Even so does the grass greet your body with the kiss of Peace.
I tell you truly, Peace is not just the absence of war, for very quickly can the peaceful river turn into a raging torrent, and the same waves that lull the boat can quickly break it to pieces against the rocks. So does violence lie in wait for the Sons of Man, when they keep not the vigil of Peace.
Touch the blades of grass, and thereby touch the Stream of Life. Therein you will find Peace, the Peace built with the power of all the Angels. Even so with that Peace will the rays of Holy Light cast out all darkness.
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