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The Legacy Is Released

His love, his compassion, his view of a world that was inclusive, that was one that listened, that heard the heartbeat of the One who brings us all together, was clearly seen and heard through you.
| Janet A. Maulbeck | Issue 162 (Nov - Dec 2024)

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I come to you to express the deep sadness I feel at the passing of your beloved Hocaefendi. Although I did not know him, I knew him, through you, his students, disciples, and followers.

His love, his compassion, his view of a world that was inclusive, that was one that listened, that heard the heartbeat of the One who brings us all together, was clearly seen and heard through you.

I truly believe a great soul has passed. When a great soul passes, it is then the legacy is released. If I felt the power of his message of love, compassion, and the call for justice, how much more will the world feel it now? In this, I take consolation. In this, I hope, you, too, will take consolation that the work that he began has truly only now just begun; that his light will burn brighter with each day through you, as you live out that legacy; through all of us, as we live out that legacy of hope and light. May we take consolation in that. May we take courage in that.

May we be one in the love that we share, and in the light he shined so brightly, and in the source of that light.


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