An excerpt from "Days of Grace, A Journey Toward Spirit & The Afterlife" by G. Phyllus Garrard
| My spirit rose to the heavens, to look down upon the raging river of the great Ravine of Life. I saw that a lone vessel braved these waters, spontaneously tossed about. My spirit swayed with the rhythm. The river threatened to swallow the vessel in a sudden moment of unquenchable thirst. Then, a great voice commanded, "See what you hear." My eyes began to absorb the thriving life of everything existing. I looked to see to the other side of this mystical River of Life. There, rising majestically before me was a great burning cliff. Flames hungrily rose, reaching to the heavens as a great hand came down from swirling clouds. Within the hand was the Element of Life, glowing golden in its radiant appearance. It was a sphere of golden light, alive with the Breath of Life. As thunder of a raging storm, a great voice then spoke. "This is the breath of creation, of life, of existence. Listen and you shall see." |
© Copyright 2002 G. Phyllus Garrard
All rights reserved.