“My time is in Your hands, now I can be calm, calm in You.
You give security, You can turn everything around. Give me a steadfast heart, make it steadfast in You.”
We are invited to a Protestant church service on the occasion of the visit of the Tanzanian partner congregation. The pastor and his wife from Tanzania celebrate the mass. The children’s choir sings African songs about Jesus, their high voices touching the hearts of the listeners. Finally, the German delegation, which will travel to Africa the following week, is blessed by the pastor.
I also see the blessing from beyond. Heavenly spirits appear and lay their hands on the six travelers. Rays of light flood their souls; it is so beautiful to behold! Angels are sent out to prepare the way for the German delegation. With hearts filled with love, they will give their Tanzanian brothers and sisters every possible help. In this wonderful Mass, I am finally shown that there are many such small islands of love, spiritual and denominational communities, scattered across the earth.
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I visited an acquaintance for a regression into my prenatal existence, but I only saw disjointed images and old fragments of thoughts. However, I had an intense experience towards the end of this treatment: I saw myself as an embryo in my mother’s womb. When the birth was finally about to take place, I resisted it. In the spiritual world, a battle took place for my soul . At the last minute, I had to and was able to leave the birth canal, otherwise I would have suffocated to death. Overall, the birth took three days and was very difficult for my young mother. Due to the social conditions in the Bavarian Forest at the time, the only option for an illegitimate child, born from a relationship with a married man, was a secret home birth. However, my arrival in this dark world was seen quite differently on the other side: angels were present in the room filled with radiant light – Jesus stood in the middle and blessed the event. Then, years later, I saw how my soul was bound in chains of earthly desires so that it could grow stronger in the struggle within and without, in order to be able to receive and bear divine life when the time came.
The breathless birth trauma still haunts me occasionally, sometimes causing my autonomous breathing to stop. Because of this, I am very conscious of my breathing. Following my breath and thereby feeling intense vitality gives me deep peace and joy in my heart. In the heavenly world, all life breathes light, and love carries this light into every fiber of the soul and reveals divine consciousness.
(Note on reincarnation therapy: I am now aware that hypnotic regression is not without risk. Since the soul’s natural self-protection is suspended during this process, evil spirits can take possession of the person in a trance. Therefore, this treatment is strongly discouraged.)
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I am sitting on a bench in the shopping center, observing the hustle and bustle. Occasionally, I am allowed to look into the inner life of a person in order to grow in love. My gaze falls on a delicate, middle-aged woman. Immediately, the Father opens her soul: A wounded little bird with broken wings, carrying unspeakable suffering within her; and yet she has endured the storms of the world. Despite her heartache, she has retained a loving heart and thus not lost her dignity. Tears of compassion run down my cheeks. What has the world done here? “O Father, please put an end to this tragedy soon!”
In spirit, I embrace this lovable being and will never let her go. Jesus’ love permeates and fills me with a prayer of unprecedented intensity. My gratitude knows no bounds when I learn that I will one day be able to embrace this sister in heaven.
* * *
A friend is celebrating her birthday in a beer garden. I am sitting opposite another guest, a pleasant and extremely cheerful young woman. Her small body carries a malformed head, her eyes bulge from oversized eyelids, and her hands have only a few stubby fingers. She is what we commonly refer to as ugly and repulsive. As I look at her with my heart, her soul is revealed to me. I almost forget to breathe at the sight of this beauty. Tears fill my eyes. I try to hide them and immerse myself in my plate. Now Jesus shows me his deep love for her, and I see how he will one day personally guide her to her spiritual home. I do not know the reason or cause for this woman’s fate, but I see that great bliss awaits her after death. She does not know this, but her heart knows it and already lives in this soul-touching anticipation.
Filled with love and gratitude, I sit silently in the noisy crowd. My being is deep—my life is spirit. My life belongs to You, O Father. To You alone.
* * *
In the department store, I observed a mother with her young daughter. Looking into the child’s eyes, I realized that she would fulfill a special task in the new era. I asked for God’s blessing for the two of them. Then a group of angels came with the mission to protect this family in particular and to accompany them on their further journey through life. They were the siblings of the mother and child who had not been born into the flesh. In order to be with their sisters and stand by their side, the prayer opened the gate to earth for them. They had been waiting for this moment and set to work with great zeal.
The Father moves a human child to pray so that a door may open through which His blessing may flow. The miracle of salvation comes from Him alone, but in fatherly divine love, He attributes His work to His children.
* * *
Our daughter plays a moving piece on the piano. Behind her stands an angel who rejoices in her performance. It is a kindred spirit. The love that emanates from this visitor fills the whole house. My soul burns brightly, I almost dissolve in this indescribable light and security.
In the spiritual home, light and love will be the oxygen we breathe. How much I look forward to the day of our return home!
* * *
Lying on the mattress, I gratefully follow my breath. A strange feeling of lightness comes over me. At Jesus’ heart, I leave my body and float freely in space as a spirit. In my otherworldly sphere, I suddenly find myself sitting at a piano, even though I have never played this instrument before. My hands and fingers glide over the keys and reveal a wonderful melody that permeates my entire being; yes, I am the music, I am the notes themselves, literally passing away in this ecstasy.
When I find myself back in my body, I feel its wet cheeks. The body also cries the tears of the soul when it is outside of it.
* * *
I went to Munich’s Olympic Hill and embraced a beautiful, dignified tree.
It said: “Just as I was planted and grew on this hill, built from the ruins of war, and now stand here in my strength and dignity, so too will you grow and become stronger from the ruins of your inner war and finally rise up in divine power and greatness of soul.”
I named the tree Samuel. He was very happy about that.
* * *
Winter run
The long runs this year have gotten me into great shape. I don’t feel any strain when I run—everything feels right, I’m healthy. I run lightly and enjoy my physical strength and lightness. The steady crunch of the snow puts me in a light state of meditation as thick snowflakes dance around me. Slowly, I merge with the white carpet, almost floating along. Deep gratitude and contentment overcome me. Emptied of the madness of the world, I find myself safe in the Father’s heart.
My soul is pulsed through with light, all separation dissolves—every human being is revealed as a brother and sister in the divine sense. Now I see ahead, far ahead! As it will once be, no, as it fundamentally is: humanity is actually one human being. And this human being is aware of itself as the unity of all people. And in eternity, it will enter ever deeper into the essence of God, will unite with God in boundless love. Yes, that is what we are, we who have been waging war and murdering each other for millennia: one human being made of light and love!
Where am I? The body out there is running. I gently glide back in, connecting with my senses. Becoming supplants being, time takes over again.
* * *
Vacation by the sea
Sitting on the beach, the sea gently laps at my feet—like a large, faithful animal. I talk to it and show it my affection and respect. Then it opens up to reveal the origin and home of all life: In this mighty spectacle, I see the truth of humanity, hidden in the body, stranded on the shores of transience until time breaks apart: a glassy ocean, a sea of pain and suffering, crying out into infinity! Here God’s innermost being trembled! And what never was before and never will be again in eternity came to pass: the risk of eternal death, the sacrifice of this creation, the incarnation of God, the crucifixion and resurrection of love!
Coming back to myself, I feel the gentle caress of the waves, the sea tenderly touching my soul, showing me its connection. It knows.
* * *
When I once again felt deep love for God, I saw it surge through the universe like a wave, infinitely far and without end. So I asked, “How is it possible that a small human being can generate such a wave of love that fills infinite space?”
I heard: “Every human being carries infinity in their heart, and every selfless loving thought causes the universe to tremble and fills it with light and love. Thus, through their love for God, every human being becomes a co-redeemer of all fallen matter and all lost souls. This love is the only key to redemption and liberation. It is the key to heaven.”
* * *
I spend the night before Good Friday alone, awake on a bench in the park. With my thoughts entirely on Jesus, I want to show solidarity in my human weakness. Aware that the events of that night and the subsequent crucifixion changed the world, I feel drawn to him with all my heart. Suddenly, I see that Jesus, wrestling with Satan, notices me. And I see that in his struggles, he thought of every human being’s destiny. In these thoughts, he finally found the strength that made him say, “My Father, not my will, but yours be done!”
Now I am spiritually transported to the Garden of Gethsemane. The moon is shining brightly and there is absolute silence. Jesus is wearing a white robe. He is sitting on the ground, his large, struggling eyes full of love. The Father has withdrawn. The man Jesus, forsaken by God at this hour, struggles to fulfill his destiny without the divine power that belongs to him; he can only use his spiritual powers. He gives me a glimpse into his inner being, and I see his wordless struggle in the face of the coming events. Silently, I go to him, and like a brother, he lets me embrace him, our hearts uniting deeply. We remain like this until my body calls me back.
I remain seated on the bench for a long time, trying to comprehend what I have just experienced. Recognizing Jesus Christ in this way has destroyed my previous thinking. My mind has surrendered in humility to the love that has completely taken possession of me during this encounter. My bliss is boundless. My heart belongs to You, O Father, forever Yours!
* * *
In the church
From the back row, I watch as people automatically recite their prayers and follow the ceremony in the sanctuary. Unexpectedly, I see Jesus. He is sitting in a brown hair shirt on one of the long benches at the side. No one pays any attention to him, no one has any honest and genuine interest in him, none of the so-called believers really wants to be with him.
“That’s how it is with people, they don’t see Jesus, they don’t see the poor brother next to them. They go to church out of self-interest and habit and sleep the sleep of the righteous,” a voice inside me says.
Another time, I see into the souls of two churchgoers sitting close together. One is a blind believer in the church institution, the pastor’s words fading into the fog of his dead faith. In the dictates of material thinking, he has lost all spiritual depth. His faith consists in the belief that going to church must be good for something – and because everyone else does it too. He thinks about lunch and the football results. In his sleep, God is infinitely far away and therefore unattainable for him.
The other has the true church within him and comes here to bring love to the community. He is fully present, his heart filled with God’s presence. Every word of the pastor penetrates deep into his heart and feeds the fire of his fatherly love, for “to the pure, all things are pure.” I see him praying silently for his fellow human beings, and in response to this intercession, the church is bathed in bright light.
Jesus now appears in a white robe, accompanied by angels, blessing those present. The intercessor senses that something holy is happening. In his heart he says: “Dear Father, I ask you for the sake of your love that no soul here be lost, that all may be saved and find their way to you.”
Thereupon, the church interior burns with even brighter light; the entire church consists of light and love, its radiance shining far into infinity . The believer senses that the Father has heard his plea, and his joy is indescribable.
And I see that one person represents the blindly material world and the other represents love that gives itself away to everything. Furthermore, I am shown that the church symbolically represents the earth. And it becomes even more apparent that the church represents the entire material creation. And even more profoundly, it reveals itself as a symbol of spiritual creation—with love as a prayer for salvation and eternal life.
Deeply moved, I thank God for this vision. My soul remains on fire for a long time, so that I hardly know what to do with myself.
* * *
During heart meditation with my children, we are transported to God’s throne room. Jesus sits on the throne, wearing a radiant white robe and, in his royal revelation here, a crown on his head. To the left and right, a large number of angels stand in rows along the side walls, looking reverently at their Lord and God—many other spirits are also present. We run straight towards Jesus and the children sit on his lap, as they always do when we meet him.
He says, “Behold, these are the children of the earth; they have chosen the way of the flesh and thus have a difficult worldly struggle to endure. Before, they were like you, full of reverence for God’s holiness and omnipotence. In the darkness of the world, they were able to recognize the Father God and love Me as children love their father, and their
love, recognized in Me, overcomes reverence and opens the door to My heart. They do not look at My glory, but only at My open heart.
Thus, every spirit must walk this path if it wants to draw near to Me like these. And these are also My joy and My immeasurable bliss. Even though they still carry the dust of the earth on their feet , My love will wash their souls white as snow in the sunlight, and their joy will have no end.”
Jesus caresses his daughters and mine, and they nestle against his chest and drink from his love. Finally, he stands up and looks at me. He accepts me completely in my wretchedness and sinfulness. I am allowed to embrace him and sink into the security of this union. The spirits watch us and are deeply moved, but also surprised that we encounter God so irreverently.
Finally, it is time to leave the king’s hall. When we find ourselves back in our material home, we are still filled with light from our visit with Jesus. This was not an imaginary journey, but a true experience in the spiritual world.
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Journey through Morocco
We rode camels into the Sahara. When the camp quieted down, I heard the call to go to a high dune. It is midnight, and the full moon bathes the sea of sand in a pale light. My family, whom I love so much and for whom I thank God with all my heart, is sleeping in the desert camp. The wind gently caresses my skin and my soul. Filled with love for God, it begins to sing. I used to bellow when I was drunk, which was not uncommon. Now I am “drunk with love for God” – and I sing of this love.
Suddenly, spirits appear, watching me curiously. Since they are obviously deceased Muslims, I tell them that Muhammad was certainly a prophet through whom God spoke. But I add that Jesus Christ was not a prophet, for God was and is perfectly present in him. Jesus Christ is God in person and is therefore incomparably higher than Mohammed. They understand me, at least linguistically—as with humans, the shell of words in the afterlife falls away, leaving only the inner meaning/soul visible—and continue to observe.
I go deeper into my heart and am transported to the Garden of Gethsemane, illuminated by the full moon. Jesus is sitting there in a white robe. The Father has withdrawn, Jesus is now wholly the Son of Man. Many spirits are present, indeed the heavens have opened above Gethsemane, but no one is allowed to intervene to help in the coming events. I embrace Jesus long and deeply and drink from his love. We linger like this until I find myself back on the dune. Silence envelops me, indescribable peace fills me. Everything is love, everything is God. Freed from earthly powers, I belong only to him. Once again, I am transported to the spiritual world: Jesus Christ paved the direct path to the Kingdom of Heaven 2,000 years ago, and those who follow him will come to where he is. But obstacles have formed on this path that must be removed. Spirits specially trained for this purpose have taken on earthly bodies. They are the pioneers of divine love, with the task of making the spiritual “access roads” to the path established by Jesus and the path itself passable again. They work hard to reveal Christian teaching in a loving and truthful way, which has been overgrown with spiritual weeds and buried under delusional rocks. This apostolic service also includes correcting the identity of Jesus Christ as the one true God—for all peoples of this earth.
As I emerge from these insights, the sky has clouded over, the moon has disappeared, and the wind is blowing sand forcefully onto my bare chest, making it feel like a thousand pinpricks. I close my eyes and ask Jesus if I should stay. He then reveals my future to me, and I see myself speaking first to a few people and then to many more.
“What am I supposed to say? That’s not my thing!” I say. But Jesus assures me that in each situation I will receive the courage to speak and the right words . But that’s not all. In Christian gatherings, he tells the sick and disabled through me that he will heal them if they believe in the redeeming power of his love. As a result, a man in a wheelchair and others present with various physical ailments are healed.
Then I say to the listeners: “The true illnesses are of the soul and much more difficult to heal than physical ones. For it is easy to relapse into disabilities such as pride, lust, envy, avarice, or greed if one opens oneself up to them again. Only those who are willing to renounce their sinful behavior, please, may Jesus heal them now.” As a result, some people are freed from their sins and recognize God’s love.
Back in my body, I stand with my back to the wind. My life belongs to Jesus Christ; indeed, the life of every human being is embedded in God’s perfection, but people deny this security. In the depths of my soul, I see the willingness to lay down my body at any time. Yes, I am ready! The word “coincidence” sinks into nothingness. I feel death leaving me forever and immortality permeating me. Not in theoretical belief, but in living certainty. What a liberation! To see one’s own immortality, the unmistakable awareness of eternal life, is grace and a gift from the Father to his children who love him above all else!
It is now 3:00 a.m. I say a prayer of intercession for relatives and acquaintances and then go to camp to get some more sleep, because we don’t want to miss the sunrise.
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Family
Our marriage is ordained by God and richly blessed. Our souls have matured through many struggles, and our individual dispositions increasingly complement each other like two parts of a whole, allowing for a harmonious and happy relationship. My wife’s religious disposition is a quiet one; for her, faith is an intimacy she does not like to discuss. Deep in her heart, she carries the secret of God’s bridal love. The defining attribute of her spirit is justice. Despite her strong sense of justice, her life’s work is to penetrate the love in her heart and surrender her worldly understanding of justice to the merciful love of our heavenly Father.
By Jesus’ grace, I was once allowed to see her pre-birth state: a spirit full of wisdom and decisive justice, carrying out divine instructions, yet bound to God’s will and therefore not acting in self-determined and independent love. Then I looked at her consciousness, which had been reshaped in the world struggle, and saw a delicately glowing, ethereal figure. Her attitude was one of pure and humble devotion. Never before had I seen such grace; every fiber of her being was turned toward God, while His love permeated her luminous beauty and filled her heart with unspeakable joy and heavenly peace.
Is that my wife? That is my wife! I hardly dared to touch her with my gaze. But then I realized that we could become one in our shared love for Jesus Christ. And I saw us entering as one being into the heart of our heavenly Father, living there in boundless freedom and bliss for eternity.
* * *
Before our daughter Maria incarnated, she visited and accompanied me often, so I already knew her name and gender before she was born. When she opened her heart, I felt her deep affection and she let me share in her anticipation of this incarnation.
Our younger daughter is also a child of light. Both are blessings not only for us as parents, for in the new age they will bring joy to many people with their love and wisdom. Their main task lies in the education of the children and young people of the new Earth. This is their calling, in which they find their earthly fulfillment. Until they finally enter into the heart of their heavenly Father, from whom they were once born.
* * *
During a conversation with my daughter Christina about death, I have a vision of her passing: One day she will sense that this day is approaching. She will suffer briefly, but she will bear it humbly, as she has always done in her earthly existence. She lies in her sickbed and says goodbye to her loved ones. Soon after, she will fall asleep peacefully. Completely healthy and blissful, she will awaken in the hereafter. I stand there waiting
for her… but there is someone else there… it is Jesus, taking his child into his arms. Now my wife comes too, oh what unspeakable joy!
This is where the vision ends, but I know that Mary will also join us. Other family members and relatives will complete the heavenly community, and it will be a blissful gathering in the love of our Father in Jesus Christ.
* * *
Many spirits from the light spheres have now taken on earthly form. Like my family, most of them have no memory of their pre-birth existence. But sooner or later, , they will awaken and their origins will vaguely touch them out of their unconsciousness, revealing themselves partially or even completely to some. They have descended from the most glorious regions of heaven to serve humanity in this time of change. Here on earth, they experience the immeasurably great difference of existential existence: formerly as a part of God’s will in the blissful activity of ordained perfection, now as self-determined human beings in fundamental independence of God’s will. This makes them imperfect, because they are blind to the life of God hidden in the heart of the soul – until they awaken.
* * *
Bliss
Everything in and about me is sin. In my earthly humanity, I am incapable of anything good. Even imagined kindness, sympathy, and helpfulness are accompanied by selfishness, complacency, and self-interest. There is hardly a bad thought that I am incapable of thinking. To confess this is the only truth I can boast of. All that is truly good and all that is truly loving in and from me belongs to God, for only He alone is good and loving—apart from Him there is nothing good, there is no love, there is no truth, there is no life. The living realization that we have such a good and loving God fills my heart with deep gratitude and love for Him. This enables Him to permeate me deeply and comprehensively with His Spirit and transform all my sin into His divinity.
* * *
Without God, nothing; with God, everything
My life takes place solely in God’s grace. Everything I call my own on earth belongs to the Father—I am only the steward of his gifts. My wife is a gift from his heart, my children are his children, my house is his house, my spiritual life is his property. My gratitude for this grace knows no words; it can and may be fulfilled only in loving faithfulness.
At times, I feel God with every fiber of my being. From him I receive the gift of eternal life. In divine belonging, I feel unspeakable love, security, fearlessness, and absolute trust in God, which permeates every situation in life. Such intimate trust is based on unrestricted love for Jesus Christ.
* * *
On the Christian path, one increasingly leaves behind the illusory world of the earth, because one has recognized and seen through the illusion of matter. In contemplation of the Father’s love, the soul experiences a wide variety of states of spiritual reality. Sometimes, wondrous sensations are paired with a long-awaited encounter with God:
When one lets go completely in devotion to the divine Spirit, one finds oneself in a state of absolute intimacy. Seemingly, I lose myself in the process, enlarged into the endlessness of space. In this expansion, I see the core of my being: a tiny point in infinity, itself containing infinity; a moment of eternity that carries eternity within itself.
An impulse rises from the depths of the soul. No, not a thought, a timeless awareness, carried by the eternal word “I am.” And although the answer is present, the question arises: Who is the creator of all being? Who gave birth to truth and love?
In the distance I see a figure in a white robe. I have long known who it is, for she also comes to me in my heart. “Father!” it says within me, “my Jesus!” And the embrace does not want to end. Here I may leave my miserable state, may finally live!
Only in his heart does man find his way here, only here does he find the security he has longed for all his life.
* * *
The Father touched me, whereupon I suddenly saw myself in spiritual form. To my astonishment, there was a person imbued with love and light, in whom there was no evil and no falsehood. Amazed, I thought: ‘Oh, I am good! Wherever I look, there is love, gentleness, and kindness! Here, there is no pretense, no lies, here there is only truth and goodness!
In tears, I sat there in my sinfulness and could not believe that I was allowed to be like this. And I saw that I am actually always this person filled with love and light, but trapped in many sensual desires and dependencies and the thinking and acting associated with them. And I saw that every human being is actually, in their innermost being, a perfect spirit in and from God.
And I realized that this spirit is God Himself in all life and that in the love working in and through Him, all separation ends. And that the final entry of a person into his divine identity means the union of Creator and creature, of Father and child, of soul bride and God-bridegroom. And I looked ever deeper into this love and became ever more enraptured and speechless and was no longer and yet was—and had arrived where I once started.
* * *
Joy, joy, joy
Unlosable joy, no matter what happens, whether life or death. And when a loved one dies, the eyes cry the tears of the soul. But these tears flow in unison with the bliss awakened in the heart and are immersed in divine security. And as joy grows, so does devotion. What bliss it is to hold Jesus’ hand, to rest on his chest, to be introduced by him to his plans for creation.
This spiritual rebirth gives birth to an indescribable capacity for love and peace. Only this can be called life. This is God’s inheritance for every person who turns to him in unreserved humility. My life is in your hands, O Jesus, my God! More and more often I am allowed to experience you in me and me in you. Bliss without end, love without measure and without limit! What a gift this life of God is!
* * *
From time to time, I am suddenly transported. In the midst of large crowds, almost overwhelmed by the different energies, my soul is inflamed, burning in the fire of God’s love. A deep peace comes over me, and I watch the hustle and bustle timelessly and spacelessly. Safe in Jesus’ heart, I realize that the whole world is nothing, that there is nothing of value except his love. I want to disappear in this love, nestle into it, so gentle and tender, infinitely tender. God’s heart is holy, it is the source of purity, gentleness, and goodness. Yes, this is heaven, this is where the Father reveals the chamber of his heart to his children.
In his arms I died and awoke in his arms. In his eyes I drowned, and in them he revived me. His redeeming blood flows in my veins, my heart beats with his heartbeat. I see myself as a divine spark, as part of his being… I always have been, I always will be!
Out there, invisible to those around him, stands a man in flames. My outer self is literally fading away in the radiance of divine love. I remain here, lingering as a spirit in unspeakable bliss with my Father.
* * *
I can now draw from my spirit without end. Streams of light pour into my soul. I am allowed to penetrate ever deeper into the divine life of love, God takes possession of me more and more often. In love for him, I have entered into my timeless identity. Here I drink from the source of love, here the Father opens the treasure chamber of his heart to his only begotten child, here he introduces him to the secrets of his material and spiritual creation. If only people knew who and what God really is!
* * *
The source of love is the vitality of the divine heart. Inexhaustible riches flow from God’s breast—from this the angelic spirits drink eternal bliss. I would like to share this state, but I cannot.
I find myself in an indescribable state of consciousness, no longer existing and yet still existing. My soul is overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, I am melting in the fire of God’s love, I can hardly hold myself together.
“Your state is only the initial degree of bliss in heaven!” I hear within myself.
* * *
My breath is peace. My heart is love. Every moment brings fulfillment and boundless joy. Colors penetrate me and live within me. Every stone, every plant, every animal, every human being radiates love and touches my heart directly. The light of day, I cannot describe it, it is alive. What wonderful harmony in this depth of existence! This is how I exist now. Nothing more is needed when the soul blossoms in the life of God. No earthly satisfaction can give such fulfillment. Only in the freedom of divine love does man find his eternal bliss.
What need do I still have? A single desire rises in my soul: to marry this love forever and ever. To be completely one with this unique and truest vitality for all eternity.
* * *
I am. Everything is as it is. Existence—I fall into the truth of this word and live in it. Being, infinitely simple and simply infinite—in itself, within itself, and from itself. How could one testify to this experience? Here, all worldly expression ends; every attempt at description is lost in the depths of true existence. And yet the soul wants to communicate…
… this life contains, no, is the most vivid certainty, the most certain vitality. Life that eternally gives birth to itself as love. Love that gives itself anew to all life, again and again. Love that tenderly permeates the soul. Love without past and without future. Love so infinitely powerful, so infinitely vulnerable, so infinitely pure. Love, untouchable—and yet touching everything: the heart of God. Here I begin eons ago, here I begin in the present. Here I begin and end at the same time. Forever. Infinite birth, pulsing with indestructible vitality. Here I am not the human being who was born on earth, here I am the spirit that I have been since the beginning.
* * * Thus speaks the love within me:
“I am the life in everything. I am the innermost core and the foundation of every human being, I am their essence. I permeate everything and encompass everything, and thus I am also the outermost, and in that I am also death, and in that again life.
I am being in becoming, I am the unchanging constancy in passing away. Nothing can touch me, yet I touch everything.
I am the all-transforming principle of love in creation, I am its infinite space, I am its power and energy. I guide the paths of all material and spiritual worlds. I am also the fullness of the apparent emptiness between the worlds. I am infinity and eternity itself. Where I end, I begin, and where I begin, I end. I am nameless and I am the name of all names, written on the bottom of your heart.
I am love. I am boundless love. I am love itself. I am the love of God. I am God.
I can only love; everything becomes love in Me. Those who surrender to Me, I transform into Myself and set them free. Unconditionally.”