YOU spoke to us from the hot sands of Arabia through a new man incarnated negotiating the tracks between Yemen, Damascus to yonder expanding world. Reawakened by devout followers of your previous presence, the still source reincarnated the message. But alas, another book, another distortion rebirths, Muslim divided versus Christian divided, Crusaders, Knights Templar, Wahhabis, our madness expands. Interpretations can never see YOU the son of God as YOU see us the benumbed daughters and sons of God. Through our crucifixes, adoration, temples and mosques, in our own image we keep remaking YOU the son of the Devil. This is our leaning and our lust for power is our God.
Yet, from a bottomless well of compassion, YOU endlessly reach out to us, knowing that inevitably we must, through the trials and tribulations of our shortcomings, be eventually reawakened to our true essence. Who are YOU, walking alone through the shadows of time? YOU must be Love.