A Soul Awakening Preview



CONTENTS

In The Beginning 1

The First Awakening 11

The Sleeping 21

The Dreaming 45

The Reawakening 65

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IN THE BEGINNING


Once, there existed no reason for our happiness.

Long before this time, the natural flow of laughter bubbled endlessly from life's eternal spring that quenched our timeless soul.

And there was no measurement of time, for all days followed as you led the way into your own life.

In the Garden of our birth, dazzling colours and untold patterns danced playfully before our blameless eyes. The sky was our shelter and the earth became the foundation of our home.

Every flower grew to be a familiar friend and a ladybird was a miracle we held in our hand.

Life was a melange of moments, yet it was a constant river, and we all danced in rhythm to the songs in our heart.

We climbed impossible mountains and birthed improbable worlds; right before the eyes of the blind and in gaze of the king's persuasion.

We were magicians, conjurers of our own fantastic dreams.
We lived in worlds within worlds, which emperors could not conquer.

Countless times God smiled, as we sparkled in the effervescent waters that were the fountain of our eternity; and all the stars were alight in a firmament of our own luminous laughter.

And we did not measure and we did not count. For what happiness can come from such a thing?

Children in the Garden of their birth never grew up.

There was no bridge that spanned the old and the dead.
Likewise, the old and the dead could not return to the Garden of their birth, though they would often glimpse the flowers of their children through hooded eyes of age.

So we danced and sang and shrilled and smiled, laughed and skipped through every moment of each everlasting day.

And we promised ourselves never to become like the dead who wore a veil, like a grave mound upon their heart, and a cloak of sadness they did truss across their eyes.

Our souls soared.

We climbed aloft our greatest heights in innocent dreaming and we lashed imaginary ropes to imaginary trees pledging never to let go of the miracles that bound us and never to forget the many smiles of God.


THE FIRST AWAKENING



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