A Tale for Tomorrow

Each one takes one of the little clay cups filled with aromatic oil and heads to one‟s own place on the central floor where the great lamp is already burning and lights it in its flame before placing it on the ground in front as one sits down. There is now a wide circle of small flames surrounded by a circle of beings and a higher flame in their common centre. When every breath has become even, slowly and softly a voice rises, a bearing voice: first comes the sound of creation, then come the puissant syllables of a forever chant, a chant to the One, to That which exists without form, contains all forms and alone fills and leads them all to plenitude and infinite discovery, a chant to the One Force of diamond which reveals to each being its unique path, its true joy and its self- giving.

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