Friday 28th of December 2007

From Mariateresa (Melbourne, Australia)

At the end of a cycle a new one begins. Everything that has not been concluded asks to be completed and consumed. Everything that has not been learned asks to be lived or assimilated accepting the experience of the brother. While the new cycle asks to be planned the old one asks to be sacrificed (made sacred).
And here I am now, in one month 35 years old, the beginning of a new octave of seven, to manifest what? To express what? To be whom?
My request: unification of the parts, integrity of the being, totality and coherence in acting–being–living, going through fears, clarity up to transparency, liberation of the past through forgiveness, transmutation of fear into love, consummation of the personality’s desires, joy in expressing only the Light of the Being that I am, accomplishing the Holy Wish of Our Father for Its Glory.
A footstep, the "click" of an interrupter, an instant, a moment in the endless space and in the eternity of the apparent cyclical time of this cosmic comic game.
I put myself in your hands Father, to overcome every examination of all the subjects left suspended... but perhaps this is really the deceptive trap of my deluded personality: to believe there is still something to be done before, something to be learned before, something to be put into practice before.
But isn’t the key perhaps simply to Be?
To Be, neither before neither after, simply now to Be.
And the consequence of Being isn’t perhaps to emanate the Transparent Essence of the Unity?
And to Be in the Being isn’t perhaps to Be in the Being of the All Being?
And doesn't this mean by chance to be lined up to the Father’s Will?
Then if my ambition is to accomplish the Father’s Will, to line up my path of life with what the Father had in mind for me, with the plan of the soul granted and approved, then what am I waitying for?
The key is in Being, simply – purely to Be.
Don't complicated your life.
Take it easy.
Just do it!
Thanks Father and thanks to all those that listen and answer, thanks.
Mariateresa
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