Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the House Within - The House Within

And should the burden be too great to bear beyond my own endurance, a thousand spirits just like mine are there to offer comfort to my soul ‘til I have rested, gathered strength to raise the torch once more.

When at last I lay me down, then at my journey’s end, I will have drained the cup of life and drunk the last drop from it. I will have ascended the heights of ecstasy and joy and plumbed the depths of sorrow and pain. I will have faced down hopelessness and despair in my darkest hour. Like the Phoenix I will have risen from the ashes and conquered all, for my foundation is built of all in the universe. My inner house will stand forever.

This is the conclusion of the five books of Echoes of the Universe. I hope you have enjoyed them all and that there has been a message personally for you in them that you can take to heart.

Blessings be upon you!

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the House Within - Praise

I am at peace in any storm for I can reach inside myself and know I will be raised up above its angry blast and once again prevail.

In praise of being I stand in awe of all the gifts life has to give. My reverie fills my soul and I feel that I can touch the very stars, if only I reach out. I must reach out – I must reach out, to make this feeling last.

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of The House Within - Garden

The brilliance that surrounds me even in adversity lights the path to my retreat – to the house that I have built.

In my secret garden pixies play among the trees and giant flowers. The trees reach for the sun. On the coldest day amid the storm, I am welcome in the garden of my mind and find warmth and gladness and wellbeing to comfort my soul.

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of The House Within - Shade

Where once I wandered aimlessly in the endless wasteland, unseeing, unfeeling, I am surrounded, no – consumed by riches and bounty beyond my wildest dreams.

Nothing, nothing is more comforting than to nestle in the arms of my roots, my being, my tree of life – and bathe in its antiquity, its intimacy, its familiarity – so I may greet the world from all my source, to take it unto me.



Echoes of the Universe - The Book of The House Within - Mushrooms

The smallest things within my consciousness burst forth from time to time with precious gifts where once only emptiness abounded.

I sometimes muse, a pixie sits atop my finger and for a prank, waves his wand. Strange thoughts appear as though from spores, they germinate and blossom, mushrooming into brilliant color to dance to my amusement.

Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the House Within - Touch

From my seat of being, I cannot rest and be whole without striving, ever striving to receive the gifts offered up to me.

To find my center, my seat of being – to be complete within myself I must reach out to all things – to understand – to fold them in to – me.



Echoes of the Universe - The Book of the House Within - Touch

From my seat of being, I cannot rest and be whole without striving, ever striving to receive the gifts offered up to me.

To find my center, my seat of being – to be complete within myself I must reach out to all things – to understand – to fold them in to – me.