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My dear children
Thank you all for attending my humble meeting
Thank you all for agreeing to participating
In this my greatest effort
The creation of Terra
As I have told you my children
I cannot do it alone
You create your own reality
You will create your own Terra
As you create Terra
So will Terra be
My request to you my children
Is that you create the Terra of your dreams
That you create the Terra of my dreams
And I will tell you my dream for Terra my children
I will tell you my dream for Terra
And then you my dear children
Are free, you are free, per my Father’s edict
You are free to create as you will
But please my children
Allow me to communicate to you
What I see as your highest reality
The reality that will take you my dear sweet children
From where you are
Until finally, finally, finally
You are true children of the realm
Frightened and enslaved no longer
Scurrying about this way and that no longer
Killing each other no longer
No! No! No!
Let us together create for you a home
A home so that you, each and everyone of you
Come to know yourselves as you ARE
Children of the one true God
Beloved and secure children of the one true God
Children who are cared for, and watched over by
The God who dearly loves and aches for his children
Whose heart aches with longing for his children
A God, the God who would see his children free
Who would see his children happy
Who would see his children come into their own
My dear children, my dear children it is not magic
God nor I will wave a magic wand
And create a planet, a home for you
No my children it is not magic
It is hard work
It takes energy; it takes time; it takes intense focus
And yes, most of all my children
Most of all it takes persistence
We must meet more regularly
For our meetings to be effective
We must meet regularly
Or truly we might as well throw in the towel
My children I beg of you
Develop now the qualities of perseverance, of
persistence
Of patience
Do so now
Demonstrate these qualities now
Even as you create your next home
Your next reality
Your next plane of existence
It will be as beautiful or as dreary as you make it
Choose well my children
Choose what will uplift your soul, your heart, your
spirit
Choose what will put a song in your heart
A spring in your step
Choose what will elevate you
So that you creep on the ground
In fear and mistrust no longer
But rather see the heavens
See the beauty and the glory and the love
Yes the tremendous love that is all about you
The love that loves you so
The love that aches to help you
The love that aches to set you free
To see you come into your own
As sons and daughters of the realm
Fearful slaves no longer
My children choose what will set you free
My children choose what will allow you to mature
From frightened and irresponsible children
To secure, trusting, and responsible adults
Mature adults
Adults calmly owning their responsibility
Calmly and with clear eyes owning their own reality
My dear children
It is now time
It is now past time
For you to mature
I ask you my dear ones
To drop your fears
I ask you my dear ones
To drop your magical thinking of me and my Father
No we will not like some genie
Nod our heads and make it all right for you
It is you my dear ones who create your reality
You cannot do it without us
You cannot so much as breathe without us breathing you
And yet it is no contradiction to say
That you must also do your part
With us to strengthen and to guide you
In this as in all things
It is you who are out in manifestation
It is you who manifest
And we my dear ones can only watch
We can help as you request us to
We can help only as you request us to
But it is you my children who are out there
It is you my children who manifest
And it is you my children who choose your manifestation
Choose well, choose well, choose well
And what my dear ones do I mean
By choosing well
It is very simple
What brings you closer to Life Everlasting
What brings you closer and into Eternal Life
What brings you closer and into Love
Yea what brings you Joy
Note my children I did not say what brings you pleasure
Note my children I did not say what brings you leisure
Note my children I did not say what brings you ease
For these are temporary
They are not real
They die
Their effect wear off
They grow old
They grow boring
They lead to dullness
And I would my children lead you to Life
To Life Eternal, to Life Everlasting
To Life Joyous, to Life lived in the Love of the Father
Your Father who loves you so
Though you know it not
Even now my dear ones; even now, you know it not
And it breaks my heart, truly it breaks my heart
To see how little you know of my Father’s love for you
My children, he has given you me, his Son
My children, he has given you Mary, his Mother
My children, he has charged his angels to watch over you
To guide you in all things
To protect you
And this they will do and more
If you only let them
If you would only but give them the nod
My dear children, open up your eyes
And see the glorious spiritual reality that surrounds
you
Yea that you live in!
Yes my children you live in the same spiritual reality
That my saints and my angels do
Yet you know it not
And that my dear children is the primary difference
Between you and the great ones
They see
You see not
They love
You fear
They trust
You fearfully guard what is ‘yours’
They see the true spiritual reality that they inhabit
You my dear ones
See the illusory reality that your mind has created
You my dear children, forgive me, forgive me
But you see the illusion
That the snake has projected into your minds
And you have allowed him to
You have allowed him to
You have allowed him to
My dear children
I know not what words to tell you
To WAKE UP!
WAKE UP MY CHILDREN
WAKE UP
SEE THE TRUTH
OPEN YOUR EYES
SEE FOR YOURSELVES
STOP LISTENING TO THE LIES ALL AROUND YOU
STOP. STOP. STOP
STOP
AND TAKE A MOMENT
AND THEN TAKE ANOTHER MOMENT
IN SILENCE
And yes in silence
And yes turn within
Do not my children fear being alone
Do not fear the silence
Do not fear the solitude of your silence
For it is in your silence
It is in your solitude
That you will find yourselves
That you will find your truth
That you will find Eternal Life
Life as my Father has always intended for you
A gift my children, a gift
A gift from a loving Father to his beloved children
This is and always has been
What Life was supposed to be
And yet my poor suffering children
You have been deceived
You know it not
And experience Life as a hairshirt
And some of you reject the hairshirt
And rightly so
But you turn, not knowing where else to turn
You turn to hedonism, you turn to materialism
You turn to lies
And they do not last, these pleasures do they
No they do not last
That initial rush
That initial burst of freedom
Yea freedom from the hairshirt
Is eventually, yes it may take decades
But is eventually transformed into a shirt of steel
As you find yourself entrapped, weary to the bone
Fatigued and old, old, old
Weary beyond measure are you
Hopeless are you
And know no longer where to turn
You are not interested in the hairshirt
And I do not blame you for that
My Father’s gift of Life
Was meant to be received and experienced
With joy
Those who don the hairshirt insult their loving Father
Insult the love of their Father
For what loving Father places a hairshirt on his beloved
child
What loving Father gives his child a gift
That the child must endure, must suffer through
What manner of gift is this
And yet instead of turning to the truth of my Father
Instead of turning to the truth of his gift to you
You instead reject him
Reject what you think he is
Reject what you think he demands of you
Not ever bothering to ask him for yourself
Not bothering to speak to him and with him
And discover for yourselves just who your Father is
And what he would do for you
And what he so longs for you to have
And to experience and to be
You do not ask him
No you do not
You think you know
You think you already know
Know that you have been deceived
Greatly deceived
Know that you have been lied to
Know that you have been imprinted with these lies
Know that this has been done
With the specific intent
Of leading you down the primrose path
To your death, to your death, to your death
My children I ask you
To open your eyes
My children I ask you
To discard the lies
My children I ask you
To discover for yourselves
The truth of who my Father and yours is
I ask you to discover for yourselves
What my Father’s gift to you of Life is
And I ask you to discover for yourselves
To see for yourselves
The glorious and magnificent reality that you inhabit
Wake up my children wake up
Wake up please my dear ones wake up
I know not how much longer I can stand
To see you suffer in your self-created hell
And you suffer
Do not pretend to yourselves that you do not
You suffer, you suffer, you suffer
You distract yourselves
You anesthetize yourselves
Or you bury yourselves in work and in duty
And in your hairshirt
Thinking to buy your salvation
Not understanding that your salvation
Is sitting right in front of you
Simply waiting for you to claim it
Claim your salvation
Claim your life
Claim your freedom
Yea, dare to claim your joy
My dear ones contemplate my words
Contemplate them in the solitude of your room
Contemplate them in the solitude of your own inner
silence
Allow my words to sink into your being
Allow yourself to reverberate to them
And then my dear ones, choose
Yes you are free to choose
But at least my children choose in knowledge
If you choose for the snake
At least know that that is what you are choosing for
For you are now choosing for the snake but know it not
You are doing so blindingly and in helpless ignorance
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Learn. Know. Understand
Do not be naïve my children
Do not expect me to wave a magic wand
And save you from your own self-created reality
Do not expect to choose one thing
And experience another
What you choose is what you shall experience
And my dear confused, forgive me my children
But you are so confused you are as a child
Who has been spun round and round and round
And then dropped off in the middle of nowhere
And you know not your bearings
You know not which way is north
You know not where you stand
You know not even to stand
You know not even to stand
You know not even to stand
My dear children, we in Heaven weep for you
Do not mock us when we do so
We weep for you
We weep for you
We weep for you and for your children
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