As we near Christ Mass, which is the birth of the sun god and son of the Star, many of us are interested in communing with the spirit that is projected onto us by the Star of Bethlehem and it is this same spirit that dwells within each of us.
Eros, who is the son of Venus, is the masculine mirror of his mother. This mirror, you will see, plays a very important role in this teaching. Firstly though, we must understand the meaning of the ‘mirror’ and how it applies to both Eros and to his mother who gave her son the mirror that belonged to her.
“Accumulate your thoughts to the foremost center of your sight and there you shall find the sun which sits within the eye and this eye is the Eye of Apollo and the basis of the Apollo Coding.
When you are alone and lonely, there is Agape. When you feel that there is no road before you, there is Agape. There is Agape and there is hope and these go hand in hand. It is truth when I say that you are loved beyond your imagination about yourself; all those icons you hold within your mind regarding how you believe yourself to be is an illusion if you do not envision yourself within the arms of the divine. You ARE a holy icon, each and every one of you; you are a LIVING icon that is a shimmering stamp on the consciousness of the universe which acknowledges your existence both as a spirit with and without form. Every hair on your head is a miracle; every smile, every look, every breath you take is a gift. Cherish all of the good moments you have ever experienced and embrace the bad for each comes with a valuable lesson that will help you to grow as soul covered in the veil of the gods. Everything within you is a heart beat and within that heart beat rings the rhythm of the universe for each tone you vibrate is in alignment with the one true love of the divine.
“My daughter, I will give you the revelations of the Sumerian Key which unlocks the doorway to The Secret Fire. Many men have sought for these revelations and indeed they have sought for this key but only those chosen to hold it is permitted to know it.
I see a golden pyramid and at the top there is a cloud of gold dust within which I see the upper torso and head of Father Enki. He smiles at me with so much love and I begin to cry. The rays emanating from him touch the ground and one ray is penetrating through my heart. His face changes and morphs into St. Germaine, Thoth, Hermes, Nabu, and back to Enki again. He tells me: