We are sent into this world on wings of innocence, bound by the physical but destined to find our way home.
We have the limitations of time and space but in our soul we have no barriers, except those we make.
We become far too rigid and way too dense and when we search for Heaven, we seem to be blind. We wander silently and all alone.
The threads of gold that tie us to our birthplace seem to be gone. The world is like a coffin and we lie in an empty tomb, born into chaos, out of our motherís womb.
How much reality can we face? Are we an innocent or a doomed race? We must rise up and awake! We cannot let the world die at our expense.
Isnít there a mystical path we can look for and find? The mysteries of the Universe are not written in stone and there is a spiritual reality, we must face. Itís somewhere on the pathway to Home. We must look for it and find it soon, if we are to be the Guardians of Truth, for each other.
The Universe is our Father. The Earth is our Mother and on this mystical path we are all Brothers.