Heavy dreams and journeys. Again and again, night after night. All kinds of people talking, asking and telling. Chat, chat, chat. I hear nothing, I get nothing and I understand nothing. My awareness is closed and locked.
Then all of a sudden, I hear a child’s voice, everything becomes quiet, as if the whole world stopped to listen to the child. “Grandma,” says the voice, “remember, in the beginning was the word.” And my awareness opens up and I remember and know and understand.
And another voice says, “What are you going to do with it.” “I will tell them that,” I reply.
This is the topic in chapter 1 in the book “In the beginning was a word”