Breath deep Thy children, for I hold thee within Thy Arms.
A withering of the root of evil.
New shoots struggle to survive in the Light.
Thou art Thy Creation, I have not forsaken thee.
Reflections of the Past
Redemption of that which had been lost.
The rebellious will in a time of the embodiment of the will-less Will.
Aimlessness no longer an option.
Choices await thee.
Rudderless, the fear-filled ego, flails.
Crying. Rebellion. Horror. Grief.
“What is this reality? Where are we to go?”
Harvest of Darkness
A harvest brought forward by the cult of coin and death.
The houses of plenty mock scornfully.
The holy beasts upon the Earth howl in sorrow.
Thoughts of old shall not carry thee forward into the new reality.
Faith shall guide thee.
Love shall be thy anchor.
Recognition of the necessity of surrender of former paradigms.
For I have made a way for thee.
Embodied souls adrift in a sea of angry voices.
Cries of the Earth blessed.
Charismatic, paranoiac earthly gods of power in pursuit of absolute control.
Let Go! Let Go!
Relinquish control of the fear filled will.
Let go, for I AM the arms which embrace thee.
New beginnings in the presence of the passing away of that which has been completed.
Weariness combined with a loss of faith – fodder for the servants of separation.
Shield of Light.
A time comes forward of great weeping and wailing.
I AM and I AM with thee.
Fear not, for I shall guide thee through all storm’s.
Redemption of the Blind
What is truth?
Love carries the blind so that they may see.
For thou art Thy Creation.
The paradigm of the reality of coin crumbles.
In the Presence of the Holy: The Energies of Death and Resurrection
Death as the harbinger of new beginnings – Eternal Life.
Death as the re-leaser of fear and control – Sentient Divinity.
Death as the harbinger of transformation – Everlasting Love.
Death as the harbinger of enlightenment – Perpetual Awareness.
Death of former paradigms – Rebirth and Reunion.
Death as the harbinger of life transitions – Ascended Emancipation.
Death as a passage of rebirth – Infinite Aspiration.
Death as a passage of the Restoration of Life – Resurrection.
Vision of the Pillars of Democracy
Political Speech In A Time of Prolific Profits:
Price gouging as political speech.
“Freedom for me but not for thee.”
Vision of the Pillars of Democracy.
In a vision I saw the Capitol being upheld by pillars being pulled away by hands of gold.
Point of Pride:
Fallen Masters will unabashedly, reveal who they are.
In Times of Widespread and Turbulent Darkness:
Anchor your heart in gratitude and humility. Anchor your heart in readiness to forgive with the wisdom of remembrance.
Is It Awakening?
Check for the presence of love and tolerance.
On Avoiding the Abyss of Despair and Anger:
Being able to acknowledge pain or having experienced hurtful actions opens a door in the consciousness to numerous choices and outcomes. Denying pain can keep an embodied soul locked in repetitive cycles of separation and suffering.
Acknowledgment can set the heart free.
In an oligarchic or aristocratic society, norms and laws violated with nary a move towards accountability or responsibility.
I write to you from the future, as you visit from the past.
Revelations of Shadows in the Light.
One can transform the energies which imprison the self by going within and unlocking the gates of pain.
Light releases energies.
Inner Perceptions of Outer Body Experiences:
Not all perceptions are a reflection of unfolding realities.
The only reality most embodied souls have control over is in the moment.
Until the energies of punishing are purified and redeemed, the purity of Love’s expression shall be tainted.
The energies of the Punishers are hope antagonists.
Longings to rise into the Light of new awareness’s in the heart and mind overshadowed by the turbulent energies of the Punishers.
Hardened hearts harden targets.
Innocents wail and weep.
Prophecies of the Politics of the Fallacious
New agonies unendurable, to be endured.
Punisher’s seeking the tearing apart of the Peoples of the Nation of the Free.
The Nation watches in horror at the massacres of the innocent’s, day in and day out a new horror of born of the weapons of war unleashed upon the People of the Nation of the Free.
Innocents, babes just out of their Mothers and Fathers arms, face the tyrannies of the industrial weapons trade.
Weep, Weep for those who could stand and protect, and shan’t.
A rendering of garments and calls for prayers, as the revered 15’s and 47’s rule the lands of the People of the Nation of the Free.
The horrors known to the peoples of the lands of the ancients now comes home to the People of the Nation of the Free. That which was brought to the innocents, returns to wield its axis of evils.
Faith never needing to be defended, bides to be witnessed.
The holographic Father desecrates the land of many tongues. A power seeking homogenization of the Mother’s children.
The rise of the Politics of the Fallacious bringing forth the conferral’s of God’s blessings through laws and political entertainment.
The rise of the new Master schooled in the arts of The Prince.
Weep and lament People of the Nation of the Free, for that which was given freely with sobriety and dignity, is desecrated by righteous lust… for power.