| BkV:9.IV.2 | Do you think that my value as the voice of Christ consciousness that I am, and that speaks to you through these words, resides in tinsel, or the gold of a chalice, or in buildings that sooner or later will crumble? Do you think that to remain God my being needs grandiose museums and mausoleums? Can the unstable and limited power of the world add anything to my divinity? Can a song, a ceremony, or multitudinous pilgrimages give me more? You know the answer is no. And yet you still are dazzled by flashes of gold that distract from my essence. |