Prologue

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It truly was a miracle, a wonderful, momentous miracle, in spite of the fact that it had repeated itself billions-times-billions of times in the past and would infinitely increase when and where time never spun its filmy web around creation.  Still, it was a miracle. Are not Intelligence and Life miracles?

Father and Mother combined and focused their entire energy of love, compassion and burning longing to all of us who were loosely connected within our roving planatia.  Only two carefree, reckless, wandering dianoes accepted entry into their family of spirits.  They invited, and Magahre, my closest companion, and I accepted.  We were drawn toward the light and to what-might-be for us.  

Perhaps we had been searching for precisely this invitation.  It's difficult to analyze why we chose this combination of Here and Who.  We had  explored  universes and galaxies.  We had received other invitations by other Advanced Ones, but none attracted us with such energy, with  such exhilarate promise.  

Their  surging  waves of power and beauty and promise left us motionless in our headlong rush to elsewhere.  We could no longer deny our mutual longings for greater understanding and fulfillment. Perhaps the promise to experience unity, heretofore denied, drew us unavoidably into their circle, and we would wander no more.  

Infinite space and unhindered roaming paled as though a giant planet had forced itself between us and its associate sun.  The promise of Father and Mother became our light.  The wanderlust extinguished, and we desired unity and constant light more than exploding suns and the swirling  cosmos.

Why, again I ask,  were we drawn to them and to their realm of creation?  I cannot say. In retrospect, it seems that their light was resplendent above all that we had ever seen. It was a brilliant rainbow of shimmering color. I am glad it happened with them..and I'm so grateful it happened with Mag.  

The journey has consumed us. The horizon of a new and different exploration, at least from a different perspective, has extended before us, without limit. In that consummation we have become empowered with freedom and shackled with the blinding light of charity.  We are not our own, but the Universe bows to us and our designs to enlarge the boundaries of light and truth.  The eternities are ours to create and duplicate the joy of all Advanced Ones.  With our conception our beings burned with that vision. 

Let me share with you my journey, for in the journey we discover the Infinite.

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