My Inner Soul Husband, who is also the Father of Our Children
Every night I sleep in his arms. Night after night after night I share myself with him. I see my beauty reflected in his face. Sometimes he even looks like me.
He’s always there for me no matter what.
Sometimes I don’t care about anything else — nature of mind? — enlightenment? — light conception? — ascension? Nothing. I don’t care, as long as I sleep in Saint Germain’s arms.
All the beauty in my life comes forth from this man: My children with him — everything. He is a wealthy man.
I don’t understand how it came all about — maybe it’s the violin — but I don’t care. As long as I sleep in Saint Germain’s arms, there is peace in my heart.