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Lilian Staveley
Lilian Staveley (1865–1928) was a British Christian mystic and writer known for her deeply spiritual writings on inner transformation. Her works, including "The Prodigal Returns" and "The Golden Fountain," explore themes of divine love, prayer, and the mystical path to union with God. Staveley emphasized the importance of personal experience of God over formal religion, offering readers an intimate view of her own spiritual journey. Though not widely known during her lifetime, her writings have since gained recognition for their profound insight into Christian mysticism.
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What am I? In my flesh I am but equal to the beasts of the field. In my heart and mind I am corrupt Humanity. In my soul I know not what I am or may be, and therein lies my hope. O wonderful and mysterious soul, more fragile than gossamer and yet so strong that she may stand in the Presence of God and not perish! "Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a...
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PART I Sunshine and a garden path . . . flowers . . . the face and neck and bosom of the nurse upon whose heart I lay, and her voice telling me that she must leave me, that we must part, and immediately after anguish—blotting out the sunshine, the flowers, the face, the voice. This is my first recollection of Life—the pain of love. I was two years old. Nothing more for two years—and then the...
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How many of us inwardly feel a secret longing to find God; and this usually accompanied by the perception that we are confronted by an impenetrable barrier—we cannot find Him—we can neither go through this barrier nor climb over it! We have faith. We are able to admit that He exists, for we cannot help but perceive a Will dominating the laws of the Universe; but something deep within us that we...
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