The train drives through the night. Lights are passing by, noises buzzing my feet. The windows reflect the strange shapes of in and out. Torso of reality.
Where I am coming from, where I am heading to is only known by God and me.
Faces of becoming and passing know nothing about the message what was planted in me, not so long ago. I feel like something has been given what is far beyond my body’s pain and my concepts.
„What would you do if the Messiah said thank you to you?”, this is the question echoing in me. „I wish I had known”, would reply the old self. Everything has changed, it is like growing, expanding and being reborn on and on at the same time. I do have responsibility. To share, to offer, humbly and meekly, letting Heaven to work through me, leading a life in what one…
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