De weg van de witte steen

...I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it...

...In my wake-up dream - four days later - I was given a white stone. It was small enough to hold in my hand. After I awoke I did a search for 'white stone symbology'. Again we return to Alchemy... We search for the Holy Grail.. along the path...

...In the ancient world a white stone was used as an admission ticket to public festivals...

...As a white stone in the well's cool deepness,
There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.
I am not able and don't want to miss this:
It is my torture and my utter gladness...

...Among the quarter million dark fieldstones used to construct the half-mile wall surrounding Toronto's Castle Loma, there is but one white stone...

...This stunning necklace features a white marble-like stone horn with a gold cap that is studded with tiny pearl jewels...

...'I have lost my Etienne's heart for ever, for ever,' she wailed, 'unless I can find the White Stone of Happiness, which a mermaid throws from the depths of the sea once in a thousand years. I may search for months, and never find it.'...

...Black Stone Lying On A White Stone by César Vallejo

I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,
on some day I can already remember.
I will die in Paris--and I don't step aside--
perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn.

It will be a Thursday, because today, Thursday, setting down
these lines, I have put my upper arm bones on
wrong, and never so much as today have I found myself
with all the road ahead of me, alone.

César Vallejo is dead. Everyone beat him
although he never does anything to them;
they beat him hard with a stick and hard also

with a rope. These are the witnesses:
the Thursdays, and the bones of my arms,
the solitude, and the rain, and the roads. . .


...My Loved One and My Own or Eva by Stephen Foster

Bloom bright fair flowers around the white stone
Where sleepeth my Eva, my loved one and my own,
Who departed in sadness and left me alone,
Sweet Eva, my loved one my own.

2. She was the idol of live's early day,
But, fearing the censure that worldling's might say,
Pride tore my weak heart from Eva away,
From Eva, sweet Eva away.

3. She died, it were better than living apart,
She died, and the sunlight went out from my heart
She died, and this cold world no joy can impart,
From Eva, no joy can impart...


...SPIRITUAL WISDOM is the prize of Creation: The Crown of Life: A clean white stone for the human specie. There is no hope in piecemeal solutions, for these lack balance. The Magical Cosmic Cube holds the Whole Earth Solution. Come home E.T. We are all CHILDREN OF LIGHT: Divine Children born into exile in the Lower Kingdom to learn forevermore the truth and consequences of the forces of good and evil. Every child born on this earth is an equal and Eternal Son of the Holy Mother, Gaia, Queen of Earth, and the Almighty Cosmic Father JAHBULON...