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Last night, I dreamed that I was breaking bread with none other than Lord Krishna. I had pitched my tent in the desert. He came to me there with Radha at his side, and in my presence he had prepared the couch for our repast. I took from the hand of Lord Krishna my sustenance and from Radha was I given a drink. I sat between them. And I ordered the Lord himself to desist from his pleasures until we were done! Naturally, he thought this outlandish request exquisitely funny. The mortal dares command the blue-skinned god of love. Indeed.
I had awakened, already yesterday, into a deeper dream.Two lines had come to me, and beckoned--I know not whither.
``From out of a cup of lapis lazuli dids`t I drink an ocean of stars; wisdom`s own light in the roaring flame``.
Take my hand , Suzanne. And FLY.
When I understand more of this I will use words to point the way. Until then I will scream like a hawk against the cliffs. Or do you understand?
Never will I leave you behind. For ours is the kingdom of the heart. And ours is the power and the glory thereof, for now and forever, world without end. I Behold the shaking of the earth as I rise in rivers of lava to claim the rocks as my very own, stripped bare and slowly in their element.
Olie
Suzanne, River-soul. I invoke you. Would you know of my love?
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