Creator of All That Is
Dear one, there will be no need to speak with Michael this day. I have an image I wish you to share.
I remind you now of an evening you spent almost forty-five years ago. You were walking along a stone pathway through the quiet evening in a large temple complex at the foot of Mt. Fuji. It was deeply and reverently quiet. There was the murmur of water running over the stones in a river at your feet. You could hear the soft chanting of the sutras by many monks in their quarters. There was a feeling of deep peace.