Oh Lovely Beings of Light,
Are we not like the grapes on the grapevine? Each of us coming into our perfection at different times but all connected to each other and all ending up in the same place? We are God's delicate fruit, we are God's nectar. Does it matter if some ripen before others? Does it matter if we are even on different vines?
No, I think not, we are all the same, only looking a little different from each other. But when the bottle is opened, and the wine pours out, we are all one in the same, just as we were meant to be.
Are we not like the grapes on the grapevine? Each of us coming into our perfection at different times but all connected to each other and all ending up in the same place? We are God's delicate fruit, we are God's nectar. Does it matter if some ripen before others? Does it matter if we are even on different vines?
No, I think not, we are all the same, only looking a little different from each other. But when the bottle is opened, and the wine pours out, we are all one in the same, just as we were meant to be.
