Chapter 31 Babylonian is Larch, an astronomer

You asked me about the miracles of Jesus. Every thousand thousand years, the sun, the moon, this earth and its sister planets meet in a straight line, and they confer together for a moment. Then they parted slowly, waiting for the next thousand millennia to come. There is nothing strange except having.but you.Not all seasons are known. What's more, when a certain season turns into a human form and appears concretely? In Jesus the elements that make up our flesh and our dreams are grouped together in regular order.Everything that he didn't have the opportunity to do before, because he has become the time is ripe.

They say he gave sight to the blind, made the paralyzed walk, and cast the devil out of the mad. Perhaps blindness is but a dark thought, to be vanquished by burning thoughts; Cast out by the angel of peace and tranquility. It is said that he brought the dead back to life.If you can tell me what "death" is, I will tell you what "life" is. I observed a rafter in a field, so quiet, and seemingly useless.In the spring, I saw that the rafters had taken root and sprouted, and would become an oak tree, flourishing in the sun. You must call it a miracle.But such a miracle will happen a thousand times in every sleepy autumn and every enthusiastic spring.

Why doesn't this miracle happen in the human heart?Why don't those seasons meet in the hands or lips of an anointed one? If God gave the earth the art of incubating a seed that seemed dry and dead, why couldn't He make a human heart breathe life into another heart, even one that seemed dead? I have spoken of these miracles, but I think they are dwarfed by the greater miracle which is the Man himself, the Traveler.He who made the best out of my dross, who taught me how to love those who hate me, brought me solace and sweet dreams in my sleep. This is a miracle in my own life. My soul was blind, my soul was deformed, I was possessed by restless spirits, I was a walking dead.

But now I can observe clearly, walk upright, my mind is clear, and I am proving and announcing my existence every moment in my life. I am not his disciple, but an aged astrologer who observes the universe once a season, noting its laws and wonders. I have entered the twilight of the years, but if I can find the dawn of the years again, I will seek the youth of Jesus. Twilight is always yearning for youth.For me it is now knowledge yearning for icons.