Source of Light Transmissions – Part 2 of 6 – by Florence Mary – Sept 20, 2000.

They wash not the spots you create in not knowing, but in all of the aged faces are showing.

The hopes and the dreams of a bright ever after, without life eternal there is not but disaster.

For how can you live out the promise of one when you cannot direct the power of the sun? To race through its courses of light and of dark, in damp dingy places where the traces have no mark.

The mark will not mar you, for it leaves not a trace, it cannot mark a specific place.

For love is the marking deep in the heart, shining and filling the light ever dark.

Beyond the beyond you must travel without reason. No intelligent mind will bring you right there. If you employ what you know in the moment, to you yourself you will deliver a scare.

We travelled the traces to be by your side, yet every day your faces you hide. Is it from shame or from guilt that you wander? Come into the silence, these questions we ponder.

Can you know without knowing, the power of one? Can you see without seeing that great central sun? 

Can you travel the traces without fetters? Can you mark not a word of your path to others? Can you join with the wisdom yet coming, without your mind thinking you are the holiest one?

For see not with your eyes, they deceive you! Know with your mind it is spare! Have no thought to surround you, that is filled with want or care.

Release all your bounds to the Earth plane, eat not one morsel of food. Drink not but the water of wisdom, before we embark for the moon.

The Great Sun is a symbol, the moon is one too. Travel not down to Amenti before you shake off your shoes.

Sit you at once in your throne room. Comfort to travel, right there. Write we the secrets in code words, for the movie it needs to be there.

Not for one moment must you falter, not for one moment must you wait. 

Travel in and out of the traces, until you find that great gate. 

When you are ready, the indweller will find you, and take you across to the shore. Then the voyage you embark on, will go on forever more.

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Steven

52 year old artist, outdoorsman, nature lover, spirit lover and one of Florence Mary's closest friends.