The Great Chain on Urantia (Chapter 1, page 2 of 10)


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Chapter 1

If she thought less, and wanted less… would more Then come to her? Her pride is in the way?

Some of the teacher monks have said as much: A fit humility becomes a docile Wife. But she can never be just docile; The part of wife is sacrifice enough.

And their small farm so far above the fertile Valleys. What can they hope for. What could they Achieve. Become, what? There is no hope…

Hmm, such a beautiful day. The sun so gentle In the early season warmth. Spring water Rustling down the mountain; soft breezes playing In the trees. So relaxed she feels, like a cat.

Will her big man come here today? The traveler Coming from the east and leaving to The west…curly black hair, flowing beard A little gray. A lighter skin than hers.

And oh, such penetrating looks from those Deep eyes. Where did he come from? What is he?

No monk or hermit. Perhaps a merchant. Or he Could be a spokesman for a great Neptong, From a far off country on some official but A secret quest. Both times he came, he made No sound. He suddenly appeared in front Of her, and stood and looked, without a word.

Although she was completely nude she stood Full length in front of him and felt no shame, Nor any fear. She thought of putting on Her kira, but she did not. He smiled then, Just a bit, and bowed. He bowed to her!

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