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virtue converting the world (beginning 1986 A.D.).
Stevie Wonder sang the visionary lyrics by Yvonne Wright: Black Orchid “A new way waiting to be born in a world in need of change. . .She gives love with purity, filling minds with hopeful schemes to build worlds enhanced by peace. . .She’s feminity. . .Black Orchid, Black Orchid, why do you linger in space when you know that in every heart that beats you hold a special place?”
The Tibetian Buddhist, Lama Anagarika Govinda had a vision of her as the figure of Buddah Maitrea—the Coming One, “She had the same youthful grace as (the personification of Wisdom). . .the wish granting gesture, the loving expression of her face, were the liveliest embodiment of. . .‘a. mother who protects her child, her only child, with her own life’.”
To Black Elk, an Oglala Stoyx, ^tjoly” man, she was revealea“-as she was to Simon ^(Peter, II Peter 1:19,— as “the day-break star. . .the star of understanding”—a star tinged with blue.
The Hopi Indians have enshrined her prophecy (in the masculine gender, however) in the dance of the Sequashuh (Blue Star) Kachina, which symbolically marks the emergence into a new world.There are many prophecies of the advancing time which are reported iii totally male terms due to the imprecise vision of sexist blinding.
But in the Song of Solontan she is all lady “Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrinle as an army with banners?”. . ."How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy breasts are like two young roes that are twins.” "I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O, friends; drink, yea drink abundantly, O beloved.” PETER BROOKS HOLLEY Washington, Va.
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