A Message from the Spirit
Part 2
—There, beyond the horizon where the All-Seeing opens its eyes, He does not look at you, but through your deeds, peering into the very essence of your soul. Its readiness and openness to the world speak more than any stories you tell about yourselves.
You see only the surface; He sees the depths. You see only a reflection; He creates that light. You see only the wind; He drives the clouds.
What you must see beyond your own understanding lies entirely within you, within your inner world. There, is the vast and unknown, invisible to ordinary sight.
Return to your source through understanding, by reading the book of your own soul, through feeling that moment of union with yourself, where, reuniting, you gain wholeness and indestructibility, steadfastness, confidence, faith.
—Very well, Spirit, convey the flow to the people.
—Where you begin to remember yourselves, you will not recall knowledge and power as such; you will see clearly as if you had remembered a good friend. Not as something someone told you, but as something you have always known.
You knew it, but because you did not use that knowledge, it gathered dust, hid in the depths, remained in the repository of your soul as that indestructible and pure memory of unspent times, untrampled words, the memory of the pure source of eternal knowledge.
And in that knowledge you will find yourselves as something familiar, something you have lived through, not merely remotely known. As if you had already lived everything you now recognize about yourselves. Because where you lived it, you preserved the memory of that time. There you kept a hint for yourself, so that one day, having gathered strength, you would return it to yourselves — the pure knowledge of eternity.
You need not dive into the depths of your past for the knowledge of antiquity. All knowledge exists in the moment here and now, available to you as an open book that rises to your sight from the depths of the soul, revealing itself and radiating with newly kindled light so that you may see yourselves and read the memory you keep within.
From now on it is available to you.
From now on it is your answer.
And where you seemed to wander,
You will find a faithful counsel.
That counsel will pour like a river
From your beloved words.
And someone will cry out in supplication,
And rise from eternal knees.
They will walk their path with pride,
A confident footfall,
Something ancient will be stirred,
And the heart will begin to beat in harmony.