invents them for her use. She is the Master of works and the owner Master of her new Creation.
I know it, because She has said it to me through my own impermeabilities,I know that there is no other ways of very Life than the one which takes us at this rising sun. We are on the march, we do not know each other, nor ourselves neither, we do not know yet the very Sense that underlie our still hesitant and uncertain steps, yet our heart knows, yet our soul knows, yet our being knows, and goes towards That, this Real which wants finally to Embody, this language of the Divine that we are without knowing it yet nor living it really. My friend, I feel in our encounter a germ, a light of friendly and fraternal gratitude which nourish our steps from some secret friendship, the flame touches the ones who will be called to deepen themselves in their inner dimension and to participate in this new Vision, that only confirms my intuition that this City is in becoming if it is not already based in some secret withdrawal of the world, subterranean fire which germinates and revives the magnificent seedling and of Marvel of a flamboyant Future.
Our footprints are already better drawn and affranchised on this soil so much then trampled of the human strides, already the outline strengthens from the edge of Truth and the submissive and happy movable earth recreates the wide arch of the ‘ronde-bosse’ vault of our steps in the full answer of gratitude finally shown. The earth dots already its splinter-fragments of light-Sun which it hid painfully in heavy secret until then, the times are coming, our steps will be soon steps of Gold-Sun in the Matter red-crimson of happiness, my friend, my brother, this City exists in somewhere, it belongs to us to build it from the exterior of what our hearts have already build in hopes and inner Desires of an incarnated Divine.
The Earth is on the march, we are her instruments and her scribes and her glyphs, it is our due of Consciousness to carry and to assume from it the alive testimony. The Path-of Gold has already been traced, we cannot let him cover from the jungle of religions of all kinds nor add to it one more to the list of conquest of the vampirism, this would be the most inconsequent Non-Sense that we could commit, we have to be in every instant the closest to our creation, the one which invents us, which moves us, and makes us follow the Path of the Earth-Sun, the night is still black, it is always like that before the light of the dawn rises, let’s go through, let’s our steps guide ourselves towards this becoming and to make us encounter with this space of the Possible.
That is the place, my brother, where my steps are hurrying me, I can also feel yours on the march and concerned of very fraternity. The City is already from this fact the germ of one more than one, it is for me soft ray of new sun which