Be sure that the shore has no death knell. Be sure that you know where you go. Travel you must through the hearts core, down through the caverns below. Then up you will come in a moment, from the great flowers you bloom.
Ever upon ever you travel, life upon life you assume. Not a life of unknowing, but a life rich in gain. Know you must all of the knowledge, encased in white power today.
It matters not your skin colour. It matters not if you are wed. It only matters that you wander, on the path ever onward you tread.
Be you part of the wisdom, think you not in words of it now. Be you the heart of the knowing, be you your own sacred plow.
Deep in the furrows are planted, the jewels you once lost in your cause. Once they appear on your faces, the first between your brows.
Like shadows they come with the unfolding, of wisdom once lost by the greed. For power and glory they sought them, created them false gods and all.
Far are they yet from the knowing, that wisdom is All of the All.
Webmasters Note : Thus ends this transmission. I never understood this transmission when she sent it to me 19 years ago. I understand it today. It is my prayer that you will understand it too. Thank you.
