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<blockquote>Art is not a subject so often dwelt upon in our discourses, for there are such pressing needs—pressing needs of the hour for the victory for [[Saint Germain]]. I bring my ingredient of love in this hour as an offering to the Christ Child, to the one and the beloved whom I have so longed to paint in the ultimate sense and have done so to the best of my ability in the etheric octave.<ref>Paul the Venetian, “The Art of Love,” {{POWref|27|3|, January 15, 1984}}</ref></blockquote>
Art is not a subject so often dwelt upon in our discourses, for there are such pressing needs—pressing needs of the hour for the victory for [[Saint Germain]]. I bring my ingredient of love in this hour as an offering to the Christ Child, to the one and the beloved whom I have so longed to paint in the ultimate sense and have done so to the best of my ability in the etheric octave.<ref>Paul the Venetian, “The Art of Love,” {{POWref|27|3|, January 15, 1984}}</ref>
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Art is not a subject so often dwelt upon in our discourses, for there are such pressing needs—pressing needs of the hour for the victory for [[Saint Germain]]. I bring my ingredient of love in this hour as an offering to the Christ Child, to the one and the beloved whom I have so longed to paint in the ultimate sense and have done so to the best of my ability in the etheric octave.<ref>Paul the Venetian, “The Art of Love,” {{POWref|27|3|, January 15, 1984}}</ref>
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Art is not a subject so often dwelt upon in our discourses, for there are such pressing needs—pressing needs of the hour for the victory for Saint Germain. I bring my ingredient of love in this hour as an offering to the Christ Child, to the one and the beloved whom I have so longed to paint in the ultimate sense and have done so to the best of my ability in the etheric octave.[1]

  1. Paul the Venetian, “The Art of Love,” Pearls of Wisdom, vol. 27, no. 3, January 15, 1984.