At the border between yours and mine, the fusion between you and me is sacrosanct. Differences are embraced in whimsical forms, pass into each other and create new forms of life that begin our Togetherness. And no, the border does not divide, it is the unifying space between two worlds. And the only proof that two is more than one. Ideas, emotions and images are born that each individual could not see or feel. As the power of color commands penetration, so the power of association changes every outline. Border is an outdated concept. The border is the chain—the only thing we can lose in the act of merging with the other. When you and I are one - there are no boundaries...

In the dawning of the new era, the three Magi presented their gifts to the newborn son of God. This happened more than 2000 years ago, but this ritual remained in eternity. Because it repeats with the birth of every new heart on earth. The three wise men are always there, at the moment when the soul crosses the border with the visible world and takes up residence in the body of the newborn, merging with the longing for heavenly rest, where it will return in time. They are there - the heart-people - to bestow on each the Divine particle of throbbing grace to each Human. Beyond time and space.

Above the abyss of vanity and indifference, of vulgarity and impiety, he paused for a nanosecond, during which, as in a slow-motion movie, he was able to discern in the hellish pit below him every hideous human sin born of the flesh. He saw his mind-altering easy choices - pills, alcohol, drugs. He saw his difficult childhood - violence, narcissistic parents, loneliness. He saw everything he had to give up in order to live. To save himself from the nothingness that was relentlessly conquering the world. No, there was no hesitation, it was just a momentary fear inherent in every young being on the planet. Fear of the "overpowering lightness of being" - the colorful future where he longed to jump. His handler's wing gently landed him there.

Hey, I'm you. You're beautiful, aren't you? Look at my full lips, locked in a smile, craving a kiss. They promise the delights you dream of. The flowers in my hair are the crown of your perfection. Seven lives gushing in my eyes, from which you cannot take your eyes off. They tell everything about you - what was, what is and what will be. Look at me slowly and thirstily. Get to know yourself. And be happy forever.

We all arrive at this crossroads sooner or later. Casting aside the ragged, worn garments of doubt, fear, and prejudice, we stand before the Creator. The challenges will never end, but watched by the warm gaze of the Universe, guided at every moment by the Higher Power, we return home to the Source. Where we are welcomed with love. Always. Where we once were and will be ourselves again - as we were created and for what we were created. The road always leads home - there is Love, the eternal fire of Grace and Peace. At the Hearth of Life.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land that no longer exists, all creatures had wings. Flight was a basic form of life and communication. In the soup of creation there were various creatures privileged to fly. Among them was the pelican. Not so handsome as the swan and the condor, and not so clever as the raven, but incomparably more industrious than all of them put together. He remained in the history of the bird galaxy with his silence and humility of the great wise bird, which alone among others could store its food in the pouch under its beak. Hey man, before you spread your wings and declare your longing to fly - secure your life force. Feed the bird in you.

Stepping into the mad grasses of the sensual field, trembling with the bell ringing of the light dyes, she understood, felt with her whole being that this moment had been worth waiting for. The volley of her essence was possible only in the moment of Love. Everything from which her life had been woven until now seemed colorless and worthless. The universe revealed itself to her with its omnipresent feasibility and swept her into the immensity of billions of pulsars, dwarfs, black holes and supernovae. God had embraced her with the blessing to always remember what Love is. And she wouldn't forget it. Neither in this life nor in the next.