(Part 2) At the table with Mr. Violett
To my right stood an exquisitely crafted wooden table, the presentation of which lent a regal air to the whole. A large wooden platter, at least 15 cm thick, naturally kept and at the same time strangely grown, provided the basis for our evening meal. The finest cutlery as well as plates, platters and jugs made of pure gold were arranged in perfect symmetry in front of our seats. We were also filled with the most wonderful scents of exotic plants, which lingered in elegant jade vases.
"But what is this?" I asked myself in wonder. There seemed to be various seeds on the plates and platters. "What purpose do the seeds serve, Mr. Violet?"
"These are our dishes today," he said with a certain conviction in his voice. Nevertheless, it still seemed puzzling to me. Mr. Violett heard my thoughts and added:
"Look closely, my son."
The seeds moved immediately and a few moments later seedlings grew out of them. They grew further and further until the corresponding food was revealed. A whole abundance of fruits, grains and vegetables spread out on the precious wooden board. As soon as the growing process was complete, some of the food began to float in the air, being crushed by magic and mixed with other ingredients. Little by little, the table was laid with exquisite delicacies, the likes of which I had never seen before.
"That's fantastic," I announced in utter delight, "simply fantastic! I must confess, Mr. Violet, this process seems completely natural to me, even if it seems like magic at first... and besides, it all seems very familiar to me..."
Mr. Violett looked me in the eye with a steady gaze and then said:
"The so-called magic, far from being illusionary tricks, is merely a distorted term for the creative power that rests within us all. "Magical" may be the first word that comes to most people's minds when they witness certain processes, but "natural" is probably the more appropriate word for those creative activities. This God-given power is just waiting to be recognized and used for construction!"
I could feel the truthfulness in his words. He added:
"You are well aware of the process Anandriel, you have merely forgotten it. But the time has now come for me to initiate you more deeply into the teachings of light. Your inner state of development allows me to grant you even greater help so that you too can attain mastery over your self and thus return to the eternal freedom that has been our birthright since the beginning."
My hair stood on end all over my body. At the same time, a wave of energy ran through me that felt like millions of electrons were flowing from my feet to the top of my head. They regenerated all my cells with such intensity that I felt instantly uplifted. My mind was completely clear, the power in my body indescribably present and the harmony in my spirit completely anchored.
In this state, I felt no need for food at all. I had everything I needed and even thought I no longer needed food at all.
After a few moments, this state faded and I suddenly felt an enormous hunger. Smiling, Mr. Violet looked at me and said:
"You have just been given a little insight into the state of being uplifted. Indeed, in this state of consciousness, food is no longer necessary. The cells are supplied with enough divine love with pure electron power, the energy level of which no food in the world could ever provide.
But now let us dine, Anandriel - dine from God's kitchen!"
