When the GATE seems to close

Sweet writer:
How well you express the inexpressable, the mystery hidden so well in everything we see.
As I held my darling's dying wife''s body in my arms of love it seemed to me the Gate was closing;
As my tired grief gave way to light's immortal glory I could see through tears that the GATE
was of my own making and for her, though gone from my beholding, found herself HELD in
HIS own arms. Real life is like that.
I put my consciousness in "REVERSE" and flowed genty down the stream of HIS loving
CONSCIOUSNESS. This is the life that this Letter talks about. This is abut swimming in Oneness!
This dear writer owns my heart.
George swimming in the glory of knowing

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