from my narratives:
Journeys into myself
OVERWHELMING IS HIS POWER
When a lover confesses his love to the beloved, I gather the youth for a love dance so they too may live its ecstasy. You don’t desire things, rather their meanings that can be discovered through ceremonials. Sweepers of streets, or be generals in the army; priests in the temples or disables confined into wheelchairs, it is God who nourishes all with the same love.
Father has gathered his generals to deliver them this message: “from the watchtowers observe the enemy while murmuring prayers for peace; wars can’t deliver peace. God’s presence perpetuates peace; without His presence, your vigilance can’t save the kingdom. War devastates all; but peace builds citadels and temples.”
Humanity has to choose between building arsenals of weapons; or cultivating gardens of roses that only peace can bring forth their aromas. Peace builds souls and hearts; war digs trenches, and high- flying planes loaded with chemicals to spread over the gardens of roses. Peace oppresses our instincts of aggression and spread the aroma of fraternity. War blurs the eyes of the defeated, and darkens his heart as it pushes him into the abyss of shame. Oh victorious, how sadistic could you be to see your fellowmen buried under the heavy debris of your smart bombs! You have forgotten that Peace is the masquerade of all God’s creation as He plunges her in beauty and the gentle breeze of brotherhood. War glorifies man, peace glorifies God; man has to choose before glorifying dust, himself, or glorifying the Immortal. War leaves the footsteps of man, and peace leaves those of God. War guides man’s feet to lead him to the trench of his enemy; God guides his heart to land him in His own. Mistaken is man when thinking that his castshadows can oppress the sun, God.
Father ordered to build observatories of music, museums of arts, houses of worships, amphitheaters; and dance platforms; all in celebration of peace. The gentleness that dominated Father’s heart has helped me to see God in the eye of the storm, and read His benevolence through the clouds. He is the one who embellishes all and without His redeeming grace all become darkness, division and destruction. Man can’t hold and squeeze the clouds; but through prayer he can transform them into water that will crunch his thirst; the roses of his gardens and his fields. Mirage you seek, mirage you find. Oh modern man, how smart can you be when you prefer reaching the enemy’s trenches to kill him, rather than landing in God’s heart where peace and serenity dominate. Don’t surrender to vanity, darkness and destruction; rather seek God and all the cold shadows will be transformed to burning realities. The wicked shout in darkness: There is no God other than me; he has forgotten that basic truth: God is one and can’t have a rival. Your ascendance to the high mountain has become your nightmare. May you ascend in humility to descend in glory!
Subjugate me not to the experiments of your laboratories; rather receive me into your heart. There you will discover my heart’s treasure that will enrich yours. “Remain faithful and attached to your origin, God; detached leaves loses their color and vitality.Have no direction or a place to rest; they are good only for fire. Be attached to God, you will flourish and bear fruits that will nourish friends and foes equally. All your dreams come true, including the friendship with your enemy who dreams to conquer your kingdom. God is in the heart of all; and all He converts for the good of those who seek Him in sincerity; His grace embraces all. Overwhelming is His power,” said Father’s wisdom.
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