There is no eternal rule, only buffalos in gallop
being haunted by the echoes of their own hooves behind them.
Only the buffalo, who stops, realizes that he is the
son of echoes
and he lets himself go into the hands of the laws of echoes
and he will rise according to the law of echoes,
when they will be freed from those who running away from the eternal dust of
oblivion,
which rises above them.
You lived joy in a
world of joy
and you played as a child.
You lived sadness in a world of sadness
and you cried as a child.
However, the world which you lived in
in tears and laughter like Robinson on his island,
is withering away and you will become that
what you choose for everyone else,
a land of joy or a land of tears,
for you will be taken into pair by your
own land.
It is hard for one to control himself, not to awaken ghosts out of the mists with someone, who then dance their dance with him.
Therefore, man should always be a man to his fellow man and leave the mists to the rays of sun which will dissolve them with the breath of their mouth.
And human, the head of this neutrality of mirrors, is being left alone in front of himself.
But the time that was running along the riverbeds of mirrors, is becoming a divisor to the powerless and a multiplier to the powerful.
To everyone accepting their own helplessness in front of themselves, it will divide oceans into droplets and man will carry them to each other in the palms of his hands.
And to everyone in their own power in front of themselves it will multiply droplets into the oceans and throw man inside like droplets.
The elemental darkness had nothing and no one in its opposite, but in its opposite, as its half, light arose, which, in its opposite, bears time, the quarter of the elemental darkness or the negative of light. Out of the negative of time, space was born, the eighth of the elemental darkness, the womb of all creation with the fulfilled negative of creation, human.
Mirrored by the eighth, the quarter and the half of the negative human is a whole inside the whole of the infinite elemental whole of darkness possessing the free will of the whole. And through Jesus on the right hand of God, the elemental darkness received the first everlasting information.
But only among the faithful who live their negatives, light is shining as a positive of His mission. Among the ones who live their positives, only the abyss of His death is gazing.
However, everyone is blindfolded, in a harmony of tones of inner harmonies or dissonances of arbitrariness. Until the day when everyone’s eyes will unfold within the elemental basis of the three-day darkness.
A place is prepared for everyone like a field for a snowflake, if he is falling the sky in devotion.
Only he who lives in the sky of his own is waiting for the night to lift the mists into the clouds of his own sky and he does not know of the streams of living life, which trickle in the valleys of his heart.
Do not rise above the authority of the spirit, for you know nothing of eternity. Do not rise above the authority of the soul, for it draws the beauty around you, but within you only darkness. Don’t rise above the authority of reason, for it sums only bills of other, yours never.
And when all three authorities, of the spirit, the soul and the body, fall, the three days of darkness of human arbitrariness will come.
You are born as a child and your stock market value fluctuates like sails in the wind of the Lord’s mirror.
And until you ascribe yourself your own value as the shares in your own mirror, you are pure before the Lord and free of all brokerage.
So don’t try God, for when He becomes the Father of all bases confirmed by two and no longer a stock mirror, they will – from the one and only basis – one through another step in front of their own faces, while the faces of the shares of this world will inevitably sink into the darkness of the basis and will never rise again without God’s mirror.
You are trembling in fear for the child, and yet it is God’s, and you only a dream. Only from it, you can learn and walk in its path from the dream to the reality of the fields of joy.