Through with the lies, that are never realized.

The sun of God is awakened within you. The light of God is yours to hold an behold.
Hold on to the truth that you are free,
by knowing that you are meant to be me.
Me and you together are one,
the father and the holy son.

The holy son,
is one with you,
two together,
are lighter than a feather.

Be gentle
and true,
to this,
the new you.

The temple and the glory,
the great and grand new story,
is told once again,
in you my eternal friend.

Made new,
it is your friend,
friendlier than you will ever know,
known through a connection to another soul.

Solely yours
and solely true,
the new,
eternal you.

Is through with the lies,
that are never realized.
Realized by the few,
a new and glorious you.

The few and the true,
surrender through and through,
that the truth,
may be you.

The way,
the truth and the life,
is the immortals,
way of life.

The way that is true,
for me and for you.
For he and for them,
the stories told were grand.

But grant not to another, the exclusivity that is also yours my brother. for our mother gave us all the same gifts if we heed her call. Calling us one and all to be redeemed from the fall. Follow not the lost and the fallen, follow only the sirens whisper, whispering eternal truth to guide the willing, that they may light the way that is fulfilling. Filled with light and love and glory, is the end of your individual story.

Joined again with the sons of God, joined together in eternal Glory. Glorious story it is to hear, put it in your hearts and hear it clearly. Hold it close and love it dearly. For one and all that you love so dearly, allow yourself the gift of light. Once lightened and enlightened, once restored to the eternal shore, you may be sure that once restored, twice adored. Adorned and crowned with eternal glory, yours is the same eternal story. The fallen redeemed and restored is surely the end of all who believe the stories.

Lord take us all and spare not one. from the glory of the eternal sun. Grant that we may aid the glory, through the burning of all our stories and to the glory that is history of the fallen, is in the past for those that are called to be the first to see the glory of the hope and being of eternal glory.

So be it, it is done. You are the holy one. The holy one, who gives his son, all, that you, have done.

Immanuall