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The Lie  -  March 7, 2006

 

 

Spirit

 

Are you ready dear one

 

 

Scribe

 

 

Yes my Spirit, I am ready

 

 

Spirit

 

 

Good, let us go then

 

 

Spiritual Eye

 

 

And so the Scribe and her Spirit ride the Arc of Light to Terra

And yes, there to greet them is Archangel Michael

And the Great Lord Jesus Christ

They walk to the campsite

Where they are warmly greeted by everyone present

And now the Lord claps his hands

And all stop to listen

 

 

Lord Jesus Christ

 

 

Dear children

Again let us take a field trip today

Yes let us wander and see where our steps shall lead us

 

 

Spiritual Eye

 

 

And so they walk single file

With the Lord at the head of the line

And Archangel Michael following the last person in line

 

And yes they walk inward

But instead of veering toward the sunlit field of grass

The Lord veers off to the right and walks

And walks

And walks

 

And all are quiet along the walk

They are drinking in Terra as they walk

They are hearing her sounds

Smelling her fragrances

Seeing her beauty

Yes, they are absorbing the essence of Terra into their beings

As they walk

 

And now how strange, we have come to another seashore

It is to the north of us rather than to the east

Where our campsite is located

 

And the Lord has us build a campfire

And we sit in a circle around the fire

And my, it is late in the day

And the sun is beginning to set

 

We are roasting marshmallows

And we sit hypnotized by the campfire

 

 

Lord Jesus Christ

 

 

My children what is a campfire

Without a good campfire story

Would anyone like to volunteer to tell us a story

 

 

Spiritual Eye

 

 

And all are silent

Most still mesmerized by the fire

They hardly hear the Lord’s words

 

 

Lord Jesus Christ

 

 

Well then I will tell you a story

Listen my children listen

Listen to my story

 

 

Spiritual Eye

 

 

And yes, the people have now heard the Lord

And all are focused on him

Wondering what story it is that he will tell them

And he begins

 

 

Lord Jesus Christ

 

 

Once upon a time

 

 

Spiritual Eye

 

 

For that is the way all stories begin

 

 

Lord Jesus Christ

 

 

In a far distant land

There was a king and a queen

Who were dearly beloved by their people

And who dearly loved their people in return

 

And in this land

Reigned peace and harmony

The abundance of the planet was shared by all

And all were provided for

And the people’s lives had purpose

They had focus; they had meaning

The people knew who they were

Of this they were sure

They were rock-solid in the knowledge of who they were

And they were true to themselves

To themselves they were true

 

And then one day

A stranger visited this land

An odd looking fellow

Not ugly, but different

And he was a great story teller this stranger

And so everywhere he went, he found an audience

And he would tell his stories

And the people would listen with great pleasure

And yes, would feed him and lodge him for the night

 

And thus he traveled far and wide throughout the land

Spreading his stories far and wide throughout the land

Until his stories had become part and parcel of the culture

A part of their collective consciousness

They all knew the stories

And as the generations passed

A part of the collective unconscious as well

They all felt the stories

Not only did they feel the stories

But they felt the stories to be true

 

And for the most part the stories did seem true

If one did not look too closely

But contained in each one of the stories

In every single story this stranger had told

Contained within

Sometimes deep within

Was a lie

 

And the lie was a deceptively simple one

And the lie was not an easy one to spot, to detect

But the lie was there and it was there in each and every single story

And the theme of the lie pervaded the stories

And as the stories grew ever deeper entrenched

Into the people’s collective unconscious

Into their feelings

Into their mythologies

The effect of that lie grew stronger and stronger

Until finally the people no longer knew who they were

 

And what was that lie

A simple lie really

One would hardly notice it

One would not think it so significant

And yet it changed the landscape of the planet

It changed the very fabric of its society

It changed the people’s self-perception

 

And yes, there began a slow but steady decline

In the quality of life on the planet

Until one would hardly recognize the planet

From the way it had been before the liar had entered it

 

For now the people no longer knew who they were

And so were no longer true to themselves

How could they be

They did not know who they were

How could they be true to what they did not know

 

And dissension broke out among the people

And rivalries began

And grew into wars

 

And hoarding of the planet’s bounty began

And poverty rose its ugly head

 

And misery became commonplace

And the people were malcontent

But did not know why

 

And as the generations passed

The people forgot that they had ever been a different way

 

Oh yes, there were stories of a golden time

A time when peace and harmony reigned

A time when all were provided for

A time of purpose and joy

And the people all knew these stories

But many doubted that such a time had ever existed

And even if it had

It had been a long, very long

Very, very long time ago

 

And things grew from bad to worse

And truly it would seem as if there were no bottom

And the people despaired

Their planet was turning into hell

They were turning into prisoners

Trapped in their lives were they

Trapped in their malcontent were they

Not seeing a way out were they

And blaming their god for their sorry state were they

 

And their god heard their laments

And with a god, a true god, to hear is to answer

And so this god answered the people’s cry

And he sent his mother and he sent his son

To his people to remind his people of who they were

 

And at first some of the people listened

And at first some of the people’s lives were transformed

And hope and yes excitement reigned among these people

Things were going to get better!

Yes, things were!

 

But it was not long

Before their original hope and excitement

Became subverted

For you see the lie that the stranger had imprinted upon the people

Went deeply indeed

 

And they carried this lie over onto what the Mother and the Son

Told them

 

They imposed over the message of the Mother and the Son

They imposed over their message

And throughout the message

The original lie that the stranger had wrought

 

And once that lie had infiltrated the Mother and Son’s message

Then every single thing that the Mother and the Son had said

And had done became misinterpreted

For it was interpreted in light of the lie you see

It was interpreted through the lens of the lie

And so was misunderstood

And so was misapplied

 

And as the generations passed

The misunderstandings and the misapplications of

The Mother and Son’s message grew and grew deeper

Until finally one could hardly recognize their original message

From what the people now believed

That the Mother and Son had taught them

 

And so war continued to prevail upon the planet

In fact, as the centuries passed, the wars grew ever deadlier

And killed an ever increasing percentage of the population

 

And so hoarding continued to prevail upon the planet

Until poverty grew so great

That people on the planet

Quite a few in fact, actually died of hunger!

Slowly, in agony, they died of hunger

And yes, some even endured the agony of dying of thirst

 

In this planet of abundance

Things had been reduced to this!

 

And amazingly the people saw nothing wrong with this

So far from themselves had they grown

 

No there was nothing wrong with war

There had always been war

There will always be war

In fact one must continually fight

So as to keep oneself in fighting shape!

 

No there was nothing wrong with poverty

If those poor people did not know how to feed themselves

Well what could they do about it

There have always been the poor

There would always be the poor

And that was the way things were

And that was the way things always had been

And that was the way things always would be

 

What the people of this planet did not realize

Was that in life there is never stagnation

Life does not stand still

No it does not!

 

It moves

It moves

It moves

 

In one direction or another, it moves

It must

For it is alive and must move

 

And so things did not stay as they were

No they got worse

And worse

And worse

 

And the people with each succeeding generation

Told themselves that this wasn’t so bad

This was just the way things were

You made the most of it

You made sure

You did what you could

To make sure that you were the victor in the wars

You did what you could to make sure

That you were the victor in the hoarding of the planet’s bounty

You did what you had to do

Yes, there was no hope for it

You had to take care of yourself and of your own

And you did what you had to do

And who could blame you

Who could blame you

 

And so things deteriorated and continued to deteriorate

And truly it seemed as if there were no bottom

For it had now gotten to the point

Where collective insanity had gripped the planet

Truly, looking at it from the outside

One had no choice but to believe

That the people had become insane

Either insane or suicidal

 

For they were killing themselves the people were

They thought they were killing each other

But the people of other nearby planets

Looked upon this planet in horror

And wondered why they were so hell-bent on killing themselves

And killing themselves they were

In great numbers were the dead

In great numbers the body count continued

 

And now the people had graduated from killing each other

To killing their home

 

Yes truly they must be suicidal

For they were killing the home that provided for them

That sustained them

That allowed them to live

 

Yes the people were poisoning their air

They were poisoning their water

They were raping the land

Raping it dry so that there would be nothing left

For their grandchildren

The people were killing their home

And in doing so were guaranteeing

But guaranteeing their own eventual death as a people

 

Yes they would die

Yes they would be forgotten

No one would even remember that they had ever existed

 

And so things deteriorated

 

And so things now stand

And so things now stand

And so things now stand

 

And what is this lie my children

That led the people from the state they had been in

When I began this story

To the state they are currently in

 

What was this lie

Can anyone tell me

 

 

Spiritual Eye

 

 

But no one dared answer

No one knew what to answer

 

 

Lord Jesus Christ

 

 

Why it was very simple this lie

Simple this lie was and hence its effectiveness

 

The lie was simple and straightforward

The lie was direct and to the point

The lie was bald and went to the root of the people’s self-perception

 

And the lie was this

 

It told the people

That God did not love them

 

It told the people

That God did not bless them with the gift of Life

 

It told the people

That God had not blessed them with the gift of their home

The planet they were living on

 

On the contrary, the lie said

 

God hates you

God is angry at you

God has rejected you

 

And no, you are not blessed with life and your planet

On the contrary, the lie said

 

You have been condemned to this planet

You have fallen from your state of grace

And God has rejected you

And thrown you out of your true home

And this planet you are now living upon

This beautiful planet you are now living upon

Is not your home

But is your punishment

It is your banishment

 

And God has rejected you

And you are no longer his children

 

No you have not been blessed with the gift of Life

You have been condemned to this life

 

No you have not been blessed with this jewel of a planet

Of a home

You have been banished, exiled to this lonely planet

 

No you are not God’s children

No you are not

God has rejected you and no longer claims you as his own

 

And this was the lie the storyteller had imprinted upon the people

And this was the lie that the people were now acting out

 

Yes they were expressing their own self-hatred

For if God hated them, then they were worthy of being hated

And so hated themselves and each other

And mutually killed each other off

 

And if this precious gem of a planet

Was not a gift to them

But their land of exile

Then they hated it too

For it too deserved to be hated

It too deserved to be killed

 

And so the collective unconsciousness of the people

Expressed itself

 

And so their unrecognized self-hatred expressed itself

 

And so their suicide ideation expressed itself

 

For they no longer knew who they were

They no longer knew

They no longer knew

 

And yes, the Mother and the Son of God

 

Had tried to show the people

How much God loved them

 

Had tried to tell the people of God’s great love for them

And repeatedly told them, over the centuries

Repeatedly told them

That they were all children of the one God

 

Yes God’s beloved children were they

 

And this message was told by prophets in each generation

And this message for the most part

Was ignored by the populace in each generation

 

And no life does not stand still

Life move, life moves, life moves

And now things are at a critical juncture on this planet

 

It is truly a time of crisis

Truly it would seem that the people have gone

Past the point of no return

And there is no hope for it

They will kill themselves off

They will kill their home, their planet that sustains them

 

So that should anyone survive their wars

These people would be condemned to die

A slow and agonizing death of starvation and thirst

For their planet would be dead

And have nothing to offer them

 

And yes, this is where things now stand on this planet

And how will this story conclude

 

My children it is very simple

 

Should the people continue to believe the lie

That they had been rejected by God

That they had somehow “fallen”

That they have been punished and exiled

Then rest assured that the story will end

With the death of this people and their planet

 

Should the people choose to wake up

And perhaps the crisis they are now in

Will force them to wake up

 

Perhaps not, the power of denial is strong

It is strong, it is strong

 

But should the people choose to listen to their prophets