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 Border is an outdated concept.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.

When the meaning disappears, when the words darken and the feelings fall asleep as if forever, I come. And I bring Light. She will guide you. Always. Even if you forget it exists. Even if you believe that it never existed, or that it died out in the hearts of men somewhere along the path of Time. Light a candle - and you will see My image in its flame. I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.

Follow me!

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