The Golden Heart is filled with the love for all life. The lover of life is like the young mother overjoyed at her expectation, or like the buttercup filled to toppling with a single raindrop. Its love is like the raw honey nestled in the heart of the honey tree.
Love is what separates the saint from the spiritually bankrupt, yet who can say what love is? It is a palpable substance like the raw honey. It is a living thing, like the infant in the womb. It is a liquid like the raindrop in the heart of the buttercup. But on the other hand it is none of these things. It is enigmatic and ineffable. It is like the morning dew that appears everywhere at once and then just as mysteriously, disappears.
This is a very remarkable book written by my very good friend, Evan Pritchard. This book is actually transcribed from Evan’s spiritual journeys to another dimension in the universe where there is a crystal palace of great teachings of wisdom. A remarkable book that just emanates healing energy. And Evan is a remarkably gifted man, and prolific author too (and teacher and healer and more).
hugs, bigLove to all,