Intro

"I wish this letter reaches your heart and fills it with joy,
quiet joy.
I know this letter may not seem like the other letters
because so much has changed,
but everything has changed in a good way.

I am living something wonderful, and I want to show it to you so you can see it for yourself.

I stand amazed like a small child,
speechless, looking at some Enormous Beings and Benevolent,

who are playing human and making possible the impossible,
now that the world is falling apart,
so that some simple-hearted  people like me
and like my son, maybe like yourself too,

can see that and see how it is done.

On the other side of the world, there is a generator
and I go and see with my own eyes things that happen there. 
It gives power everywhere,
and every prayer ever uttered
by people most desperate and most tired,
and every wish ever made by mothers
unable to feed the children or to heal them
from the sickness,
and everything that every child ever longed for in their wildest dreams,
may come true.
And everything that every genuine human being ever envisioned,
every poet naive,
every free person who wanted everyone to be free,
that too may come true.

Now that the world is falling apart...
to know how…

I know not where to find you, I know nothing.
Only that I sense you're searching for me,
and that only to you can I speak it all.

And if what you are looking for is not me,
but what I convey and what I hold for you in my heart,
I hope you meet such a person
and find what you are looking for, and fear not the truth, 

and fear not the beauty, and fear not the good. 

"On a small seashore, between Crete and the Peloponnese, she waited for the days to flow for the journey,

even though she knew that the journey had already begun long ago.

She didn't know about blogs, nor does she know now.

But she has nice stories to tell you, and a wish...

That everyone whose eyes behold these writings should know

that she is speaking to them from the depths of her soul.
She is talking directly to their heart and wishes that this quiet joy, 

this gratitude that illumines her days, now that life is showing her its fine face,

becomes everyone's possession and is shared and multiplies like the flame at Easter Sunday, on an island of Greece.

World Cultural Festival, Day 15, Lebanon".

Greetings and Salutations from Rama's Setu or Adam's Bridge

Maria