amathyst crystal

However great the turmoil prevailing today – so great that one often has no idea where to turn because of the multitude of things and happenings around me – elemental words of that kind loom up like beacons in a stormy sea. That’s my conception of poverty, that one should fearlessly jettison old ballast at such moments and powerfully, freely, head for the One. But how rare such moments are, and how often and repeatedly man subsides into drab uncertainty, into the stream that flows in no direction, and demons are always busy grabbing him by the hair at every opportunity and dragging him down.

A member of the White Rose resistance group in Nazi Germany writes letters home.