FRIEND 21 ... GINAMARIA OPALESCENT

Yes, GinaMaria Opalescent, such love, ethereal, sublime, all-absorbing, all-encompassing, does exist verily in our very hearts but we are denied access to the secret chambers wherein is the seat of such bliss, pulsating, throbbing with the rhythms of the Universal Mother-Heart for we are caught in the snares of primeval ignorance that has robbed us of this vision of our innate divinity. But the Mother never forgets Her children. Periodically She manifests Her love for us through Her messengers, prophets and incarnations, sages and saints whose supernal love for fallen humanity reminds us that we have a Mother in whose lap we ever are and who can never forsake us. When words of mine, weak as they are, produce tearful effect on perceptive souls like you, know for sure, they are fraught with Mother's grace, and, as such, are benedictions showered on you, Her chosen child. Words and images do carry the import of the Divine for all things are manifestations of the Word, the unvibrated sound, the Om. And when they resonate to their subtle counterparts hidden deep within our psyche, they produce the inner harmony, the symphony of the soul which enlivens us to a springtime of love and light and joy abounding. Then we thrill to our very being and reflect the pure light of God.

Dear friend, everybody is searching for that ethereal bliss which beckons all to the Ocean of Love. Galaxies are spiralling in to the core of the cosmos, branes (membranes) are colliding to give birth to baby universes, life-forms myriad are uniting to propagate the species and life evolving unto that eventual goal, freedom from the shackles of phenomenal existence. The seed is in us, the course is set and destiny beckons us on to final freedom. Who can deny its call, who can go against his own nature which is to advance relentlessly unto eventual liberation? Love is that call, that faint almost imperceptible murmur at first, that ever announces its presence through whispering whiffs in the womb of the woman in us, our Mother, our primal source, our final repose. This constancy of love felt by all in the inner recesses of their beings is the abiding presence of the Mother whose every breath is a shower of love directed at us but for which the universe with all its stellar beauty would fall apart. Every pulsation of that Mother-heart is life for us, every throb of that Core Consciousness the pulse we feel as the movement of life in an ever advancing tide towards the final goal, liberation. If these vibrations affect you dear friend, know them to be the fruit of your awakened soul through all your trials and tribulations where you have been left apparently bereft of help or hope save in the succour you can never lose, Mother. Therefore, good friend, cast aside the vanities of life and the dollops of human love and seek refuge in the One that is our source, course and estuary, our friend perennial, our friend final. She, the giver of birth, is the sustainer and the final repose of us all, the eternal abode of peace where all inequities are met and the final justification of the incongruous drama of phenomenal existence. May She who is the Mother of all fulfil your life with love sublime is the prayer of this friend of yours from across the ends of this Earth! Stay well Gina for yours is the season to savour, the blossoms to fragrance your life with and the light of love to shine on your beauteous self. Good day dear friend. May the lengthening rays of the sun cast pleasanter shadows on your life and may the evenshine bring in its wake the soothing grace of Mother's love bathing you in peace perennial! Om Ma!