The Eye With Which I See God

And Suddenly You Know: It's Time To Start Something New And Trust The Magic Of Beginnings.

A Question Arises Regarding The Angels Who Dwell With Us, Serve Us And Protect Us, Whether Their Joys Are Equal To Those Of The Angels In Heaven, Or Whether They Are Diminished By The Fact That They Protect And Serve Us. No, They Are Certainly Not; For The Work Of The Angels Is The Will Of God, And The Will Of God Is The Work Of The Angels; Their Service To Us Does Not Hinder Their Joy Nor Their Working. If God Told An Angel To Go To A Tree And Pluck Caterpillars Off It, The Angel Would Be Quite Ready To Do So, And It Would Be His Happiness, If It Were The Will Of God.

The Seed Of God Is In Us. If The Seed Had A Good, Wise And Industrious Cultivator, It Would Thrive All The More And Grow Up To God Whose Seed It Is, And The Fruit Would Be Equal To The Nature Of God. Now The Seed Of A Pear Tree Grows Into A Pear Tree, A Hazel Seed Into A Hazel Tree, And The Seed Of God Into God.

And So, Too, I Speak Of Love: He Who Is Held By It Is Held By The Strongest Of Bonds, And Yet The Stress Is Pleasant. Moreover, He Can Sweetly Bear All That Happens To Him. When One Has Found This Bond, He Looks For No Other.

The Father And The Son Have One Will, And That Will Is The Holy Ghost, Who Gives Himself To The Soul So That The Divine Nature Permeates The Powers Of The Soul So That It Can Only Do God-like Works.