only words yet words
On July 1st, 2009 Emilia says:
You keep repeating it: all is illusion, just imagination "There is no where, and there is no when. And there is no you, this perceived fragment of you". All exists in our imagination in order to be swept away, like winds on sand, and both are a mirage: "Abracadabra! Presto! Now you see it, and now you don’t". Of course You know I am unable to understand and so I keep talking "Words, only words beloveds..." yet this empty words, my God, are all that I have now.
Random Comments
"What I find absolutely fantastic in Russ Michael's newsletters are Heavenletters. I love uplifting and energizing Heavenletters because they are very true for me. I find myself when I read one and I am back at Home again.”