mystic and rider, persuasion: I believe in love

"He kissed her until the world was changed, and even that was not long enough"



Have you ever thought about this you've never noticed before?

Lots of people write about those types of experiences.


I won't try to say I understand love or that I seek to see knew things I didn't notice before everyday.


I read an article or something or other that talked about finding one's own personal philosophy. That the author wished they had established their personal philosophy when they were younger.



I think, as it is beginning to arise within me, that I believe in love.


I believe in a power higher than the people of this earth.

I believe in the great wind.

I believe in the powerful water.

I believe in the good earth.

I believe in the glorious fire.


I believe that if you destroy the earth, you destroy a gift given out of eternal love.
Wouldn't you want the earth to die of old age and not of a traitorous murder?
But I know that we don't have a choice in some aspects of this.


I believe in the right of the victim, but not the vengeance carried out without the express will of the Lord.

I believe in the priesthood and the delicate line between righteousness use of that power, and the twisted, corrupt use of it.


I believe in the sound of the wind in the leaves, and the soughing of the waves.

I believe in the light of the moon and cool touch of the sun on a spring day.

I believe in the spirit of this earth and all its glorious power.

I think that power is a delicate thing and that only those lead by the spirit constantly truly rule uncorrupted.


I believe that a man or woman who takes away the virtue of a child or anyone else in existence commits an act as heinous as the murder of an innocent.



I know that everyone deserves love, and that everyone has it whether they realize it or not, whether they accept or not, whether they want it or not. I know that love is just like the goodness of the earth, the greatness of the wind, the power of the water, the glory of the fire. Always changing, always reformed and yet always the same. A great constancy in the core of its existence.


I know that love, coupled with the priesthood, has no bounds, no limits, nothing keeping it from doing what it must or what it should.






And I know that no matter how alone I feel, no matter how far I am from civilization, that someone out there will love me with every fiber of his being. I do not know him, I cannot boast of his perfect character, but I feel his presence.

And I know that even if I lose him, he will always be in existence.


That my love for him is sprung from God, and therefore, can never fail.