A Message from the Spirit

Today the drums will strike a certain hour, a time, a rhythm. Rhythm is time itself; it is a specific division of time.
That is why some sounds captivate you; that is why you sometimes listen to seemingly insignificant sounds of nature.
You as if catch your own dreams and memories in those sounds, which settle in layers in the memory of your Soul. And in those memories the most ancient paths, questions and answers are resurrected.
All of this is rhythm, all of this is time.
They say everyone is allotted their own time, which means each of you has your own Soul’s rhythm.
Certain repetitions are cyclicality, certain rises in tonality are your discoveries and the inevitabilities of fate.
Everything is music, and everything is time.
You set the rhythm, but in truth you set the time, a definite count, where that time works in favor of those motives of your Soul that are now being born by an unknown early force.
This force, this potential, is released, forming a certain flow of energy which, spreading, absorbs and covers all important locations familiar to you.
The world, people, souls... all of this is only a certain beginning of the path you once pledged to know.
It is precisely your consent that allows you to feel those changes within yourself that are inevitable when you wish to grasp the truth.
But when you cower, when you are afraid, when you wish to deviate from the intended path, everything closes before you, and, unwilling to see otherwise, you sink into the illusion of your own disappointments and those visions that can consume your sorrow along with you, not allowing you to see the true ways of development for your Soul.
You may scoff, I don’t believe it, but look within yourself—do you really know who you are?
What is your Soul capable of, not you, but your Soul?
How often have you had that intimate conversation with yourself in which one of you was a pure, selfless, guileless answer to any question that troubled you?
How often did you trust yourself when going somewhere?
What have you done to comprehend the great aims of your own Soul?
And how important is it where you go if you do not feel your own rhythm?

Know this rhythm, reveal it within yourself, liberate it until you understand how important and precious your knowledge is to the overall and whole picture of this cosmos.
So who are you: an ordinary philistine or an observer trying to comprehend unprecedented forms of life, its foundation and that simple game that leads to a certain consensus, to the understanding of the balance of inner space you have found within yourself?