The story of a prayer ...
In AD 40, Mary the Pure, Immaculate, the Source of Life, criss-crossed the world. What she had built in so little time with the help of angels and his son Jesus, no other incarnation could not do it. But after 40 years of wandering to carry the message of forgiveness, the health of her body seemed to wane. His entourage was worried. That was the day that she no longer spoke in public. Councillors and members of his family and his followers fought them moving.
And the evening of the eleventh day of the Harvest, one its devotees, who watched near his bedroom, saw him in the doorway when one of his followers entered the Holy of Holies. But his joy was extinguished. He began to weep silently within him, no tears and heard a voice speaking to him, who came from everywhere and nowhere in particular:
- Who are you?
- It's me, Mother!
- I do not recognize you. Where are you?
- Here, Mother, just near you, at Thy feet.
- I do qu'ombre on your heart. My children live in the light and, you, you cry. Do not you'd be my child?
- Yes, Mother.
- Do not feel guilty. Just tell me what makes you sad.
- Mother, you're sick and ...
- Who said I was sick?
- Your body is weak ... and you hardly speak. And it scares me.
- What you see is a body. Am I this body?
- No, You're much more than that, Thou hast taught me quite often ...
- Look at My eyes! Have they lost their luster?
- No, Mother, they are much more vivid yet ...
- Do you think I am diminished if my body had deserted his youth?
... I'm going to die ... That is what is troubling you?
- Yes, Mother!
What is going to die when I die?
- Your body ...
- Voila! Do you need my body to feel my presence?
Suddenly a veil of mist rose and joy began to flood the heart of the devotee.
- You'll never be alone. Do not be afraid of what will happen. Can we say farewell to God? You know that the Holy Spirit can not disappear.
- How will I know what I should do, if you're going?
- Enter the garden of thy heart, and you find me there!
- I think I'm not ready.
- I see your brothers and sisters argue about the right path to take, the best organization to put in place to show my teaching. They want to prepare for the future. You are
Children! What do you hold? Can we arrange the flight of a butterfly, the trajectory of clouds in the sky, or the race of the brook?
Who is acting, when do you think? You know the answer, only the body dies but the Spirit lives in every light and eternity. Then identify yourself to the Spirit and you will never be afraid. ...
In AD 40, Mary the Pure, Immaculate, the Source of Life, criss-crossed the world. What she had built in so little time with the help of angels and his son Jesus, no other incarnation could not do it. But after 40 years of wandering to carry the message of forgiveness, the health of her body seemed to wane. His entourage was worried. That was the day that she no longer spoke in public. Councillors and members of his family and his followers fought them moving.
And the evening of the eleventh day of the Harvest, one its devotees, who watched near his bedroom, saw him in the doorway when one of his followers entered the Holy of Holies. But his joy was extinguished. He began to weep silently within him, no tears and heard a voice speaking to him, who came from everywhere and nowhere in particular:
- Who are you?
- It's me, Mother!
- I do not recognize you. Where are you?
- Here, Mother, just near you, at Thy feet.
- I do qu'ombre on your heart. My children live in the light and, you, you cry. Do not you'd be my child?
- Yes, Mother.
- Do not feel guilty. Just tell me what makes you sad.
- Mother, you're sick and ...
- Who said I was sick?
- Your body is weak ... and you hardly speak. And it scares me.
- What you see is a body. Am I this body?
- No, You're much more than that, Thou hast taught me quite often ...
- Look at My eyes! Have they lost their luster?
- No, Mother, they are much more vivid yet ...
- Do you think I am diminished if my body had deserted his youth?
... I'm going to die ... That is what is troubling you?
- Yes, Mother!
What is going to die when I die?
- Your body ...
- Voila! Do you need my body to feel my presence?
Suddenly a veil of mist rose and joy began to flood the heart of the devotee.
- You'll never be alone. Do not be afraid of what will happen. Can we say farewell to God? You know that the Holy Spirit can not disappear.
- How will I know what I should do, if you're going?
- Enter the garden of thy heart, and you find me there!
- I think I'm not ready.
- I see your brothers and sisters argue about the right path to take, the best organization to put in place to show my teaching. They want to prepare for the future. You are
Children! What do you hold? Can we arrange the flight of a butterfly, the trajectory of clouds in the sky, or the race of the brook?
Who is acting, when do you think? You know the answer, only the body dies but the Spirit lives in every light and eternity. Then identify yourself to the Spirit and you will never be afraid. ...
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