Sunday, 26 July 2015

"A peculiar people..."

                          

     There was a movement in the Earth, as though it were cracking open in places; then the same thing happened in the Heavens, as though they were being made open, too. All at once, inside of my heart, I was face down on the ground; my face in my own dust within; and, at that same moment, I knew the golden ark revealed: it was ‘opened,’ within. (It was later the understanding came, that it was made ‘open:’ revealed, upon a person’s fall to the dust; I didn’t know that at the time.) After awhile I was able to rise and walk within ‘the falling down;’ it was an inward thing; and there all things are possible. There in the opened ark were three living things: a tree of life out of death, and a heart filled with hidden sustenance and nourishment, and twin writings in which the law of love was written: being indelibly inscribed upon the living pages of a person’s broken heart.
   A peculiar treasure it was; one which could create "a peculiar people;" a people transformed inside, and made different. An unusual people; simple, uncluttered; so set free and loving. Yet, seemingly strange; or, unpredictable; containing many diverse facets, of unique, or peculiar, expressions of truth. Being as they were un-pinned down; un-captured; and so transparent, it was as though they could walk through walls: no longer any binding forms of anything to tie them down.

   


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