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PREFACE

The Scriptorium

IN THE CAVERNS OF GOD’S HEART, I am sent in prayer.

Am I willing to go deep into wisdom and grace?

Here is a cavern, holy and light.

Surrounded by a curtain of water, the roar of his waterfalls.

The water is infinite, it is living water, it does not need to flow to anywhere or return, it just flows down in blessing.

The ground is earthy and hard and covered in eggs, incubated by the warmth that rises from below. They are large, like those of an ostrich.

There are flakes falling gently. They are not ash, but snow—they fizzle away when they touch the ground, releasing steam which is cleansing.

All the elements are present. It feels incredibly holy. I have sandaled feet which are comfortably warm, and the frosty touch of snowflakes now and again on my toes is refreshing.

I sit on a high-backed stool. Before me is a book. It is sacred, it crackles, it feels alive. I am not here to read it, but to write in it. A book of wisdom. It is put together piece by piece and page by page. It is a recitation of love.

Love from the beginning, into the middle, perfected at the end. It is the story of stories, of why everything has the form that it does. It is given into the hands of the mortal for understanding and for the triumph of God’s holy grace.

All newness and oldness are here to assist you.

My hands are held out, they are blessed with the kiss of the Christ-King. They will never let you down.

I turn them over to receive a pot of ink, which is everlasting. It will never run out. It is living ink, and it will never betray God’s thoughts, meaning, it will not stray from the thoughts of his heart.

A pen also will be given to me. It is made from the feather of an archangel. It will be faithful to its master, the Holy One.

The kiss, the ink, and the quill shall be your guarantee that this mission is from God, and that it cannot be corrupted.

I pray for help, for quiet, space, energy, and freedom from distraction. I am the Lord’s humble servant—this all feels so huge, what can I do but say, “Yes, if you help me,” and then humanly, knuckle down?

Holy, holy, holy day, this beginning! There is much to say and I do not know where to start. How to fill pages with the love of God?! He will lead me. All is in his hands.