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Continuity of Life

It's an exquisitely worded prophecy, which has come down to us from Maori tribe. It explains passing of ages of mankind until we reach Age of Enlightenment.

india Updated: Dec 16, 2003 17:29 IST

The continuity of life is exquisitely worded in this prophecy, which has come down to us from the Maori tribe. How truly it explains the passing of the ages of mankind until we reach the Age of Enlightenment that we are in now. The Age of Aquarius started in the Year 1962, after the Age of Pisces ended. This New Age or Yuga, as we know it as, will be the prophetic one, to bring down Heaven on Earth, and to recharge us spiritually, to take back our lost powers, and become the original Adam Kadmon, complete and whole in the Light.

So, as the poem urges us to do, let us hark to the Spirit within to guide us into rebuilding our New Forms of Light so that the DNA of our bodies crystallizes itself to sparkle with the same intensity that our original selves brought with it into this planet.

MY LAW - TIEME RANAPIRI (Attributed to the Maori)

The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun, Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
and when into chaos the system is hurled, Again shall the Builder, rebuild a new world.

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal, Move on, for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And though may it lead you through darkness of night, The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

You were, you will be, Know this while you are, Your spirit has travelled both long and afar,
It rose from the source, to the Source it returns, The spark which was lighted eternally burns.

It slept in a jewel, it leapt in a wave, It roamed in a forest, it rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years, And now in the soul of yourself it appears.

From body to body your spirit speeds on, It seeks a new form when the old one has gone.
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought, On the loom of the mind from the fibre of thought.

As dew is drawn upwards in rain to descend, Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great, Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.

Somewhere on this planet, sometime and somehow, Your life is reflecting your thoughts of your NOW!
My law is unerring, no blood can atone, The structure you built, you will live in alone.

From cycle to cycle, through time and through space, Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.
And all that you ask for and all you desire, Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

Once list' to that voice and all tumult is done, Your life is the life of the infinite one.
In the hurrying race, you are conscious of pause, With love for the purpose and love for the cause.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.
And NOTHING, will save you from error or sin, Until you have harked to the Spirit within.

First Published: Dec 16, 2003 17:29 IST