This transformation begins in the spinning of the soul, hanged upside down, massively re-arranged, motion light. By inch the radical takes place the old is decomposed, the gruesome has been destroyed melting into something beautiful. What has seemed to harm you brought you to life.
When the oak wept forth tears, Were they tears of blood? Born of some sadness, From in his heart wood, Did he weep for the silence, Or death in the lairs? As man unleashed violence, On foxes and hares, Was it ’cause he awaited, The bite of man’s axe, For that species grew greedy, And green spirit lacks, None remained to ask questions, Of why the oak cried, As mankind brought corruption, And the oak’s forest died.
Lily spiritually represents all that is noble, beautiful and delicate in WOMANHOOD. Festival of the Pure Lily is thus celebrated to remind humans, especially Woman of Subsequent Creation, of the need to: (1) Awake spiritually and (2) Strive earnestly towards The Light.
Happy festival to all earnest seekers of The Light in all parts of God’s Creation.