Everyone to himself is a discarded grain of wheat, which is being diligently picked up and multiplied only by those who do not rise above the crust of bread.
When the manna from heaven disappears in time like the morning hoarfrost before the rays of eternal bread, the discarded grains are poured into the mills.
Everything is falling and falling, only the time of the fall changes like hours and minutes on the clock inside of you, running backwards like a mirrored reflection of the clock in front of you.
The fight with the clock in front of you is a fight with the clock inside of you subtracting your time. But you will fall at your own time like a rock from the sky to the hard ground.
Only the one who accepts silently, the subtraction of his time, allows himself the knitting of rivers and skies from the eternal thread of his own time.
Every human visible to himself struggles to keep himself above the waves of the invisible oceans. Someone with a cigarette, someone with alcohol, someone with his fellow man but all of them fools thinking they will win.
However, this is just a fight with invisibility in which visibility always wins and leaves behind the footsteps of the walking.
“Eli, Eli, lima sabachthani?”
Was the last footstep calling its Father. But the living fluid knows neither the Father nor the Son; only in acceptance of their own non-existence everyone can invite it into their life.
No one and nothing lives on their own account but only through the balance of mutual contents. On their own account, no one and nothing even exists. Only balances of mutual contents exist, which are born on the inside and die on the outside.
Everyone and everything who defends their existence through themselves collapses the balance at the invisible border of the alphabet of time. But in this time, the invisible border is falling, is falling like sand in an hourglass and the letters of every own alphabet are being deleted.
Therefore, give up all the sentences of your own mission, so that you will not erase the letters of your life, but become to others and the others to you the alphabet of eternal life, when the last sand grain in the hourglass falls and the invisible border will no longer be.
Faith
is like walking with your eyes closed
through a world that does not exist yet.
But when cognition
fills in all the fields of the chessboard,
it opens the eyes to everyone.
And blessed are the believers, for they were walking in
the right direction
before they could enter.
But woe to the creators of this world without a
fundamental foundation,
for their eyes which see will become their own abyss of arbitrariness,
devouring reality,
for behind every blossom a blossom of the Holy Spirit blooms.
Jesus went to the right hand of God; he conditioned the eighth beyond thus overcoming death of the mirrored eighth of this world.
Now, the eighth
beyond is finally completing itself
inside all of us into an entirety based on God, the eighth beyond,
who is no longer mirrored
into a half, a quarter and an eighth.
No one could have foreseen
the journey of the eighth to the eighth beyond,
only Virgin Mary who was sent beforehand through visions.
But she could only be sent beforehand
on the basis of a definitive event,
which will inevitably happen.
Therefore, it is pointless to be foolish for no
reason.