Posted by Nova on cittadiluce.forumattivo.eu
"Who am I, granny, the Keepers of the Earth?"
"Every breath of life that moves on Earth is its guardian. E 'guarded by the insects with their vibrate shake the air; earthworms that with the eyes of their genetic code carry oxygen to the turf, by the strong roots that keep and preserve the slopes of the valleys. Every man who treads the ground it is guardian: guardian of his heart, a knight of all his youngest son, the memory of ancient wisdom. The Earth trusts of every inhabitant is a big responsibility, but a pledge of infinite Love. "
" But I feel there is something more, far more ... More Old "
" A long time ago, at a time so remote that there is no instrument to measure it, this land was only an idea, an infinitesimal probability wave of Destiny. Even then, Love worked alacremen you food for Life, which is direct expansion.
At that time, anyone in the Stars, he began to write a book, whose pages are cosmic dust and whose ink is the breath of creation. This book contains the secrets of the harmony and the more remote history of each p iccolo grain that makes up the soil you tread. At first all those who had chosen to live in the land under the sun knew its content and in the knowledge of these sacred laws spend their time. Then something changed, something has stopped for a moment in the perfect mechanism that regulates the events, a change as small as fatal: the Earth has missed a beat and something that belongs in humans, it has been disconnected.
And the paper was discontinued.
Now you live as if nothing of what was about you. C amines in the illusion that belongs to you today ... with all that accompanies it in its manifestation. This is why it is so important now that the book is called "Keepers of the Earth" because nothing in the universe remains incomplete.
The Earth is still the original idea and perfect and every moment is right to resume the thread of an old fairy tale.
The Guardians are those who have never ceased to read between the lines of Life Through the eyes of the heart, which still remember the intimate connection with all that lives. Those who know are turning the page to go forward but who can also stop and slide the sheet back: to call in aid the Ancients the Guardians from their kingdoms, to honor the origin of everything manifests itself in every moment.
The Keepers are waiting with great patience and love to be able to continue writing in the language of beauty ... "
" Thank you Grandmother Moon "
