Before you can follow the Beauty and Wisdom of your own true star, you must be certain and content that, forever, for you, all else is pointless darkness.
Source: Early Morning Conversation
Before you can follow the Beauty and Wisdom of your own true star, you must be certain and content that, forever, for you, all else is pointless darkness.
Like a star, I am invisible to most while the light shines brightly.
However, during a cycle of darkness, I shine and am sparkling from great distances.
If you want to be a star, focus on the stars.
Every passing hour brings the Solar System forty-three thousand miles closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules, and still there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress.
Fascinatingly, Fritz Albert Popp’s research in biophotons describes the dying process of cells as virtually identical to that of stars. Just before dying, cells transform into “supernovas” as the light they emit increases in intensity a thousand times before being suddenly extinguished. On a related note, and just as extraordinarily, Galactic Center, our point of origin, is located in the constellation Ophiuchus, “the serpent bearer,” an obvious reference to the spiraling, serpentine helixes of DNA. Here, in ancient symbolism, we find a direct link between the creational torsion waves emitted by Galactic Center and the DNA molecule to which, by all indications, they give rise.
Born alone to escape thoughts conceived within a dying star.
We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.
Life is a shooting star, burn bright.
One cannot pluck a flower without trembling a star.
