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WHAT CAN I SAY? Oh! Oh! Now I can see with my own eyes
what Russel told us about. Our beloved Master His incredible sweetness and tenderness and
humbleness. At the airport we waited – and finally he came through
customs…. He was across a big long space but we all could see
him clearly and while he was but seventy feet away or so the tears welled up
through my whole being and it seems as if they come very often when I see again
and experience his presence. How gently and tenderly he talks to us.. he is
like rain and sun to a field of flowers (a rather sooty field, I am afraid)
that sit soaking in such joy. It’s the end of the second day and I feel as if
each moment is ringed with a kind of intensity and light. I go through the streets
and all of London’s life streams past in
blur – buildings, signs, bright clothes, sirens, cars, . occasionally
some person stands out startlingly – beautiful girl with a mask like sad face,
an old lady lying against a door smoking and sprawling there. I think of Master
each time I see someone like this, coming to tell us so sweetly and lovingly,
sleepers awake! Time is streaming by. Come dear children, do not wait for
tomorrow. Today! Today! * * * * Last night he said, “We are in a great delusion. The
body was only given to you for a few days. This is a golden opportunity …. Oh
soul you are the same as God. Once I was just the same as you – there is hope
for everyone!” AMY HART |