| BkVI:12.I.1 | What a joy it is to recognize that the death of an old personality is nothing more than that: the fading away of an identity that never was real or necessary. Attending its death has been a blessing, although at first it was felt as something painful. The ego cried of its death even while your being sang with life. Now let that joyful song of resurrection, sung in the realm of no time, be heard in the dimension of the temporal world. |