...And for those who seek, a message can be felt by placing the
hand closest to your heart within the hand of one who lived so
many ages before:

'Forget me not, oh child of Tomorrow, know that I was here
and that somehow I mattered.'

Here, in the stillness of the desert mountains, the overwhelming
of emotion is felt as the wind still sings the silent prayers of
those now long forgotten.

So many unknown lives have been lived, countless names that remain unspoken;
and yet if you look deep within you will come to understand that
all are intertwined, each Life connected to all others, within the
Eternal Now.

Tell me dear friend,
is the soul that dwells within the most beautiful palace
of more worth than the one who must live out their days
in the lowly hut?
Palace or hut, it matters not;
for these are but the temporary illusions of earth.
Each is a dearly beloved child of God,
forever and perfect.

The Whispering Wind

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