Yearn for the Lord with sincerity and faith,
and watch, My dears, every door that appears
bolted will unlock, itself, welcoming you
in the constant paradise of My security.
Pray, My child, with complete pureness,
and let the devotion that arises dig deep
within to find that loot of strength that
will make the ground move -
letting the feet rest in the peace of prayers.
Know, My child, that your spiritual disciplines
are the wheels that allow the vehicle of life to move ahead -
let the mind be locked securely in the trunk, and let
the intellect arise from within to steer its way to the right path -
leading you to the steps of faith, awakening from
within the voice that speaks the truth in whispers.
No pride, nor doubts -
nor fear, nor sarcasm - no blame
nor anger can ever threaten to erase My presence.
To Me, My dears, you are the
wound-up toy that will, eventually stop -
once the key of worldly ignorance has
completely unwound its way through you.
Believe, and I will become
the answer to your every question.
