Readings From The Exodus
What is the meaning of a man sitting alone in the darkness of early morn? The daily realness and realities of common culture lay mute about him. There are no consciousness’s that reflect selfhood on him, acknowledging him as human, much less a human made in the Image of God Almighty. He is alone, consciously speaking. But there are markers he has left himself, reminding himself of the Way Everlasting, to assure him that he is not alone but the Greater Reality, The Way Truth is always with him. The greatest of these steles is The Bible. It is not, as many suppose, a book. It is A Living Thing more like the swords, rings, and scrolls of ancient lore that tell tales of primeval magic, light and clouds as guiding shamans and fire that transmits guidance from the spirits divine. But it is not a fairy tale, it is The Logos, as common as carpet, as Mysterious as Manna, laying there beside you, reminding you to tread softly as you go because it is all, everything that is and is now surrounding you, apart of The Holy Everlasting, The Great Tale of Truth and you are indeed a magical human, the Eternal Lee, son of The I Am, Lord of All. Now go forth aware.
I can only imagine humans allowing This Book to lay dormant upon the winter soil of their cold souls because I was one once myself.
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