I am Jeshua, son of Maryam, son of Joseph, and a son of God. My journey began in the dry lands by the Western Sea And it led me to hidden places in the mountains of the East. Every life is a book, and if we do not write it down, Surely it will blow away, like dust in the wind, and The memory of all the acts that mark our lives and paths in the world will disappear. If you find this, my book, and if you read its words, May they be a map that leads you to that hidden land, To that fragrant valley where there is peace and love, To that place of refuge from the chaos of our world. And should you follow even a small part of it, My journey will not have been in vain.
