Wednesday, 29 March 2017
"little book" . . . discovered . . .
We are leaving today for the South Island of New Zealand. We will be away from home for approximately four weeks.
I have with me, eight, of the ten existing copies of "little book;" which I could post, anywhere, if requested.
I can be reached by email . . . I can receive email on my phone wherever I am.
email: judithdeverell@hotmail.com
Saturday, 11 March 2017
The lonely walk...so few walk this way...the holy grail of life in the spirit in my only beloved...
I live in New Zealand...Aotearoa.
It is very beautiful where I live...on the shores of a tranquil harbour...all around is a wilderness of dense native bush...a
peaceful place of sanctuary...and of inspiration. Here I write what I am given
in my beloved in the Spirit of God and share the revelation he has given me.
It is a very
lonely walk...so few walk this way...
We can live, or
be, among many, and still be alone...
When you live in
him and commune with him, always, all the time, following him whithersoever he
goes, there he takes you places no other eye can see, and no other ear can
hear...
And so I live in
my only beloved in the continual bliss of the pitch darkness of the most holy
place...where once was great fear, but now is glory and liberty and joy and
peace and great love...intimate love...such love that cannot be spoken of on
the earth...not lawful to be uttered...
It is a very
lonely way....so misunderstood...but in it I am made all things to all men...
and write in many different forms.
The lonely walk...so few walk this way...
I live in New Zealand...Aotearoa. It is very beautiful where I live...on the shores of a tranquil harbour...all around is a wilderness of dense native bush...a peaceful place of sanctuary...and of inspiration. Here I write what I am given in my beloved in the Spirit of God and share the revelation he has given me.
It is a very lonely walk...so few walk this way...
We can live, or be, among many, and still be alone...
When you live in him and commune with him, always, all the time, following him whithersoever he goes, there he takes you places no other eye can see, and no other ear can hear...
And so I live in my only beloved in the continual bliss of the pitch darkness of the most holy place...where once was great fear, but now is glory and liberty and joy and peace and great love...intimate love...such love that cannot be spoken of on the earth...not lawful to be uttered...
It is a very lonely way....so misunderstood...but in it I am made all things to all men... and write in many different forms.
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