But when the birds and beasts of earth are provided for, why should the Son of Man not receive what he needs? And yes, the angels are ever present with us. And yes, the Son of Man holds the power of a universal monarch. Under heavenly will.
How many the pens and shacks of our world. Each a shelter for those stranded in the rain. Will you find cover or debate the color of the shack? Who seeks the truth beyond the details, joins the great feast in the palace of primal essence.
No finite king of the dogmatic crowds. Sovereign of a different order. In fact — simply here to testify to the truth. The truth in every fiber of existence — coated with our illusions. Of the truth — to the way — into radiant life.
Where's that magical spring of the living waters? Journey to the land of two rivers? So all of it is much closer to home than that. The fountain will open once you stop holding the lid of your little self in place. Simply open your eyes.
A simple essentialist dispensation. Let us die to our stagnated doctrines. Resurrect the living essence. You too are the body of Christ with each of your churches — stations of your life. The word of truth — "what is" — will set you free.
Into the wilderness for our trials. "Use your power to turn these rocks into bread! Then leap down and let the angels catch you falling. Ally with me and we shall rule these kingdoms!" Excuse me not. We abide in truth, purity and radiance.
The good shepherd has pens of truth in every tribe and nation. Sheep not blind followers — but in recognizing the calling of raw reality beyond your vanities. Extract your seeds of essence. Discard your hollow husks.
The truth is knocking at your door. If you open, it shall set you free. But do we recognize the truth behind our veils? Do we even listen to the knocking at our inner door? If you answer — there's freedom, the breaking of your shackles.
We can't damn well drink from a religious parable. The stream of living waters flows freely in awareness unveiled. Waves, flows, currents abound — beyond your prison sphere. Then take the lid off your well — release your shackles!
In the beginning there was the Word — the Truth of all formations. Before the Word was the radiant God of consciousness. Truth is not a doctrine written in a document. It is directly seen when we cross the veils of separation.