Know, my child, that the garbage that remains hidden will be....

Delicious foods for our inner Self..[continued from the previous blog]


Know, My child,
that the garbage that remains hidden
will reveal its presence by its unpleasant smell.
Release the negative energies
with the stream of faith
and confidence in your own selves.
Know that the stream of light
that lies within you will,
eventually, reach
to illumine every corner of darkness.



The same light
enwraps each one,
yet, one remains illumined
and another prefers to stay away
from its golden hue.
The same divine energy manifests itself
into various forms, yet,
one recognizes its oneness
and another chooses to dwell
in the difference of his pride.



The eye, My dears,
will behold equality,
only when one's vision is not fogged
with the clouds of prejudices.
The truth patiently awaits
to reach every diseased soul
that lives
amidst the confusing parallels
of the deceiving
and alluring traps of delusion.




The one that is bent
upon fooling his own self,
will wake up,
one day, as the fool.
Such a fool,
will be well versed in all the worldly ways,
yet, will lack all communication with God.
It is like one has attained the skills
of learning the complicated words of a language,
yet is unable to use them in a sensible manner.




The human, today,
communicates with the language of the mind -
the language - My dears,
that lacks divine touch.
One speaks today,
only to humiliate the self,
for the words have lost their purpose -
the language has failed to communicate
and the sound of softness
and purity have sunken into meaningless arguments,
degrading untruths, superficial blame,
viscous gossip and horrendous bad words.




Few, struggle today,
to correct the mishaps of their failing character,
the rest, My child,
have devoted their time
in constructing the hurdles determined
to pull those down who are
making an attempt
to survive the tides of their passionate senses.
One is able to bear his own failures,
only by witnessing another's fall.



Witnessing several deaths,
will not prevent or avert your very own.
Do not be relieved, My dears,
when the hands of karma
knocks on the door of another -
know that no one,
My child, can be in the blind spot of karma -
for its eyes screen each one
and its hands can grip the fastest runner.



It arrives upon time -
it attacks only upon proof -
it probes only upon your denial -
it withdraws only upon God's grace
or upon the full payment.
Make another's downfall
the upliftment of your service.
Be the handkerchief
that soaks the tears of the sorrowful eyes.
Be the shade, My dears,
to those who have scorched themselves in the unreal heat.



Be the rain that showers
on those who hunger for spiritual food.
Be the pathway, My dears,
to those who have lost their way,
and be the promise
to those who have lost their hope of faith in God.
Show them the light -
show them the truth -
and show them God!

from a divine Mother