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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