There is a God within us and intercourse with heaven. [Lat., Est deus in nobis; et sunt commercia coeli.]
Bob says hello," He told the stars. The Argo II sailed into the night.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.
Just because you are seeing divine light, experiencing waves of bliss, or conversing with Gods and Goddesses is no reason to not know your zip code.
It has always seemed to me that a being coming from another world, with a message of infinite importance to mankind, should at least have verified that message by his own signature. Is it not wonderful that not one word was written by Christ?
They send their shout to the stars. [Lat., Clamorem ad sidera mittunt.]
The sky is full of tokens which speak to the intelligent.
The Gods have meant That I should dance And in some mystic hour I shall move to unheard rhythms Of the cosmic orchestra of heaven And you will know the language Of my wordless poems And will come to me For that is why I dance.
yesterday someone sent a message that was signed GOD! bernard said. really? dap said. i didn't know he was signed onto the system
I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the heat and the painted light, elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.
Has nature connected itself together by no bond, allowed itself to be thus crippled, and split into the divine and human elements? Well! there are certain divine powers of a middle nature, through whom our aspirations are conveyed to the gods, and theirs to us. A celestial ladder, a ladder from heaven to earth.
The stars spoke once to man. It is world destiny That they are silent now. To be aware of the silence Can become pain for earthly man. But in the deepening silence There grows and ripens What man speaks to the stars.
And every stone and every star a tongue, And every gale of wind a curious song. The Heavens were an oracle, and spoke Divinity: the Earth did undertake The office of a priest; and I being dumb (Nothing besides was dumb) all things did come With voices and instructions.
Bien que les étoiles ne parlent pas, même en étant silencieux, ils crient. Although the stars do not speak, even in being silent they cry out.
God's Final Message to His Creation: 'We apologize for the inconvenience.
Our lives are God's messengers beneath the stars.
Not everyone who is enlightened by an angel knows that he is enlightened by him.
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.
We have the capacity to receive messages from the stars and the songs of the night winds.
I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.
poets are born knowing the language of angels
All invitations must proceed from heaven perhaps; perhaps it is futile for men to initiate their own unity, they do but widen the gulfs between them by the attempt.
