In making predictions, the trick is in the details. The more specific, the more precise -- the greater the gift. With spiritual transformation, with the alchemy of moving from a place of density towards one of light, it is just the opposite. It is the shades of gray, the light flickering in the inner cave of the soul . . . riddles and mystery.
Transformation takes time, the seed grows -- alchemy is real but the Gold one seeks is not really Gold, after all. The reward is different than what it says in the brochure.
Art, poetry, music, sex . . . flowers that bloom -- all these are doorways. There is a world, a spiritual world, that is just as real as the one most of us see. It is tangible . . . you can touch it, but not with your fingers. You can taste it, but not with your tongue.
This earth is a prison or a paradise, it is up to you. When the inner and the outer become one . . . then this world IS paradise. The pearl of great price is not easily found but it is always nearby. It rests within you.
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