The Spirit of Truth

The time of relativity is running out.

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.

As long as the body is the carrier of the summa summarum
of the spirit within ourselves,
we are mortal.

But when the summa summarum becomes the carrier of the body
through two human beings,
resurrection will occur.

And blessed are you,
if you are the second carrier
of the summa summarum within yourself.

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.

To yourself, you are a mother and a child.

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.

Doves live in joy with each other
but within themselves in a world of illusion,
which haunts them.

But man lives in a world of illusion with each other
and within himself a lonely reality,
which haunts him.

The time has come, when two unite reality with each other,
which they carry within themselves
and it will give birth to the joy of two white doves,
which no one will ever take away.

Jesus’s sacrifice
is the only real fundamental foundation for man,
that concerns every single one of us.

Everything else is just a path of passing,
which is vanishing in time,
even if proclaimed a deity of the third eye.

Therefore, do not bet on the pearl necklaces of life,
for when the thread breaks,
you will instantly fall apart.

When you wake up in the morning,
only your image awakes,
but deep within you are still sleeping.

If there is no one to awaken your image,
you alone search for the paths of your own image
in the daytime nightmares.

But until you lie there where you sleep quietly within yourself,
you cannot get up and wake anyone up
and no one can get to you
to wake you up.

The streams do not scream “Where to?”,
they only trickle silently in the riverbeds,
flow into rivers, oceans,
and the evaporate into white clouds
which water the streams.

Only a man with a man breaks the spears in trenched riverbeds
and honors coexistences in firm faith in the power of his image,
while only the storms past his will
lead his way across the barriers ahead.

But he would run in the riverbeds of God
if he was only a passenger who trickles in the traveling riverbeds
and not a reservoir of a foreign well,
which he consolidates with amendments day by day,
to prevail with his image there over the oceans…

When time turns,
he will become an everlasting amendment,
without a human being.