Relations

We resemble in some remarkable way, and may very well be, slain gods and goddesses, or fallen angels, exiled and ill upon the common atmosphere.

We ought to be deferential to all, as to deposed royalty; divested of the retinues, but not the rights, of kings. Each one of us is, after all, a Divine Prince, Son of the First King, -- or so the Love of God has christened and called us.

And why not? When love, being the closest of all created things to the Divine Monarch, runs as holy blood within our veins. When it pools into and up from the fountains of our hearts; in the courtyards of the kingdom of heaven.

There, deep within the sacred groves and gardens of our hearts, settled in the jurisdiction of Paradise, safe behind walls of true discernment, and under the watchful protection of the King, we find shade beneath the outstretched arms of some magnificent Y'gdrassil; Tree of Knowledge, Life, and Love, whose seeking roots find water in the earth; spirit in the flesh.

Her sap, Her blood, as ours, is rendered noble; annointed by Holy Love; the highest law.

But how could it be otherwise? For it is nothing if not love which runs through all things, -- as blood, as sap, or Holy Spirit, -- relating, vitalizing, and exalting them. Only love ushers every object together in the holy marriage of the universe. Love alone has the honor of inspiring this mighty congress.