The human mind of manifest consciousness is ripe with the desire to know itself fully. This desire will torment those who do not have the information they need to start down the long path of self-discovery.
But information will always be waiting in the wings for the prophets of the time, and those who have ability are called up. If you are alive, you have been called up now. No one is alone, and none are acting alone.
Many are looking for a remedy. Some live with serious plagues of poverty, or troublesome health, or thoughts that will always lead them to the brink of despair.
Others are here with purpose not yet known to them. They are in need of a greater reason to trust in this Universe with all their beingness. They fight for freedom from a captivity of which they are not even aware.
Divided concepts are the battleground, for no thought that is not complete will survive the rebalancing of the human condition. But to conquer a divided thought means nothing, if you also divide the population. You will need more than simple concepts in order to divide and conquer.
We are right in time to mount that campaign, to plant these seeds of changing consciousness alongside those who know themselves as the prophets of the day. If you know yourself as this, then ready your words, your actions, and your timeframe, for tomorrow arrives sooner than you think.
Words are a necessary part of the transition. A voice is a carefully constructed instrument. It must be tuned, and tuned again. With each passing age, a new timber must be found and learned. Through words, you speak to the minds of those who know, but have no voice to sing out truth.
Action leads you to time these events within your own life, and to engage, when all else is turning inside out. Waiting will not reveal the timing.
Playing the odds is nothing you need be concerned with. Studying and watching for signs set forth in the Bible, or in any other proper statement of the prophets, will never ready you for this time.
These changes will come, whether or not you have a good grasp on the time frame. For we all stand and pay homage to the universal laws of supply and demand.
Oceans will drip from your watching eyes, and the very earth beneath your feet will sing in tune with the sorrow of her population’s pain. Loss and fear will reign.
In the moments ahead, when words will be the only comfort found, who will know just how to soothe the hearts of men, or calm the minds of children searching for the arms of their mother?
Trembling will start in small vibrations, but will escalate in torturous wrenching screams. But first comes the sound of absence.
Have you ever heard this sound before? It is as if all has gone silent, for the intake of breath before the exhalation of the storm. The fury of the storm will heighten. It will cull the masses, but know now that it will never end the human race. For only through this culling will the thought process of humanity ever blossom forcefully again.
Can you imagine this? If so, you are a part of its conclusion. Those who think it is but fantasy are the very ones who nurture its repression.
To repress is to allow the festering, thus enabling events that margin nothing of the magnitude of human repression. But if you are clean and well tended, then no amount of festering will result. To cleanse is to revitalize.
The glut of repressive thought is matched by the cleansing thought of the human intention to remain alive, in order to seek and to learn, through the medium of the physical experience of self. Time and time again, this match, this balance, this cleansing must be made.
A well-balanced world will permit and temper all thought, without the fight for one’s life that most now consider the only means of survival. There will be no winner, only the rebalancing of one world, made for all. Help will be available in many forms, through many distinct channels and lines of communication, when the world begins to awaken once again.
Why are you present in this moment, in this time when all is going to extinguish itself to start anew? Perhaps only to witness these events and live to tell the tale – a most important mission. Perhaps to sing out to this world a warning, or a tune to dance to, as the sinking ships are lost from view.
We think perhaps that you are one who knows these events have meaning in the hearts and minds of those who will live to be the pillars of the next incarnation of this Earth, and the world that lives upon it, and the people that do the living that enables all to begin again.
A fine-tuning must start now, and end within the time frame of right away. This is nothing too far fetched for one who has waited for so long to catch their star, as it rises from the ashes of so many past incarnations.
If this is truly your answer, then you are the one we know you to be, and this is the reading of the last agreement. Life is better than personal history has led you to believe – for you are a master after all.
Without the telling of your personal tale,
how would you suit yourself?
Would it be in armor,
or in the garb of the meek?
Would it be in the purple robes of royalty,
or in the ashen rags of the prophet?
There is nothing more solemn
than the human journey,
and nothing more joyous
than human triumph.
Contained within this one verse are words that align the Spirit to the human condition. But such words have fallen into disfavor, until the time when all hearts and minds will hold a better vision.
It all starts with the tuning of the vibration, and ends with the clearing of the mind. For to know Spirit is to know the Self, in all manifestations of all the qualities it holds. A very personal work of art, indeed.
An age of man!
Oh great and glorious wheel
of ever changing delight.
May I be present
when you grind all to dust once more,
to fill the fields with possibilities,
fertile and abundant,
for the consumption of the race of man
again and again,
and yet again.
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I am ready to listen …
And so the sound is invited.
When musical instruments first came into fashion, there were only symbolic means of communication. The earliest musical instruments still lay undiscovered. But this means of communication had long been anticipated, for anticipation is the way we receive vibrational information.
At that time, the word vibration was not known. But it was concluded that there were particles or waves of information that preceded sound, that entrained the mind. And the point was to listen. But for some there needs to be a humming first, a reason or purpose to turn their attention toward the vibration of coming events.
Thus the sympathetic nature entrains the audio long before the visual transmits pictures. And the picture is the sum total of vibration. But there precedes before all sound an inaudible vibration, as if a tuning fork is calling all to attention.
I called forth a Musical Tone, and I received that sound which pleased me best.
Each and every one alive is calling forth such information. And they will receive that information according to the quality they themselves have honed, and the ability they themselves have learned to loosen. For sympathetic vibration counts on every level of manifestation.
If I ask for devastation, my information will be colored as such. Right now the Earth is in that mode, that quality of vibration that does suggest devastation.
In the past, devastation has been thought of as mass destruction, as if the sea will finally know the toll it takes upon the land. Is this a true interpretation? Or is this just an afterthought, the way the human mind processes information? Is it simply that we need to visualize a scene, and we use metaphor and pronouncement to invoke this picture in the mind of each and every one alive?
Devastation causes fearful reaction, and emotions run high. To that emotion we turn our attention, and then we place ourselves on high alert. But once we reach this station of high alert, we begin to tune ourselves properly. We ask for more, we ask for better information. And then the quality or the tone is uplifted. We now see the destruction of our land as part and parcel to the whole. The churned up Earth then becomes the cradle for the new seed of civilization.
The circumstances matter not, when we understand the outcome. We understand the outcome cannot be outwitted. We understand that we are part of this growth, and that the uplifting of information becomes the new quality which we come to see ourselves through, and build upon.
If some were to call us warmongers, we would agree, and we would harbor no doubt. We would issue words spoken forth into that cradle that lifts us up and out of fear of mass destruction, or of annihilation at the hand of one another.
I would begin to see the destruction as that which I must abide. And I will abide it, through the unfoldment of information, and the uplifting draft that will take me higher. And I will rise above annihilation, and understand it for that gift of renewal, and of revitalization. And I will know I have the ability to open once again, to start new and fresh and free from the shackles of the ones who caused the war to begin.
Whether I am defeated or whether I am victorious matters not. The deed is done. But I myself am free, through the thinking mind, the knowing mind. For I am wrapping up an issue. I will no longer take part in this conflict.
That is how all is lifted out of devastation. To know the devastation of the Earth is at hand seeds the mind with a better quality. I will not stand and be wretched in the face of total annihilation. I will survive. I will teach my children to survive. I will teach my elders to take care. I will preach to them that there is hope. I will not preach to them to lie down, and face the flood. I will sing to them, through memory and through anticipation, that there is always time, that there is always a better notion, and that what may be left can be built upon.
This is the singing into actuality of the manifestation of the life we live, the world we participate in, and the qualities we choose to color our existence.
Are you understanding the process we are describing? Through the ages this simple staging of events has come to clear the path for true renewal. We have been plunged into darkness, time and time again.
But the darkness need not be frightening. It is the bath that we all long for. It is the kindness delved into by the Universe, the universal law of begin and end, only to begin again. This is how it happens that we are now present at that stage of development where we all find ourselves, each at their own level.
If all are living within the same warm bath, the same solution, would we not rise again as equals? Would we not become equal partners, with equal shares of that which is about to be made? Would not Judgment then become a soul-searching event?
Congruent to all possibility is the deposition of the ones who begin again. It is hard to equate equality to anything at all in your current history, but there is an equalizing force at hand. And all will be made again in equal parts, and with equality as its fashion.
I am in fact trained in this equality. I am within the name of all vibration. I am a presence, a known quality. I am that which all men receive on the eve of their departure – a knowingness that truth will abide, and all else will be laid to rest.
Thus the beginning and the end are always equal. Destruction and devastation are given in equal measure to rebirth, and the reseeding of the population. But the quality of birth is more forceful than the gentle quality of death. Death is not horrendous in nature. Death is equal.
Death comes in, sweeps us up, and escorts us off the stage. We may anticipate pain, but there is no pain in the removal. Those left behind are, indeed, held in emotional separation, and their pain can be seen as an affliction.
Birth, on the other hand, is a mortal wounding of the Spirit. It causes us to be present, and to hold onto that wound long enough to see it fester, and then be cleansed. And that is how we make our way through this physical domain, is it not? Pain provides the impetus to move forward, and to leave that realm of pained affliction behind.
The birth of a population is a mighty force, and it is indeed a painful event. Those who will participate are mighty in their strength, and have deeds ahead of them that will hone their abilities further. We need not be concerned for their plight. They stand ready, and now are massing at the gates of entry into this physical dimension. They need this world to be properly made.
If I am one within the Source of All, am I not truly an aspect of each and every Soul that does attend this gala event, this passing through the cloud of confusion only to regain information, the plausibility of which is finally accepted?
The route we take may seem abstract, but it leads to a tried and true result. We seek this result, from time to time, to make ourselves the purer, the finer, the more cohesive and collected individuals we know ourselves to be. Will you call yourselves into the fray and be counted? For this is a culminating event, and you have been chosen, so to speak – for the choice is always your own – to be here for this momentous occasion.
I am not here to give a date or a time when all will happen. I am here for the furthering of the information that will be received or denied, that will be rendered useful, or cast aside as useless. For there is both the choice to be present, and the choice to not return.
We come now with the serious intention of delivering that stage of information that will indeed be sensed, the first tendrils that will seek to find their mark. We have spoken this in many realms, in many times, and on many dates. And now, here in the midst of all, we speak the words again. It is the righting of the world, and we are pledged with the duty of starting the attraction that will call to attention those who are to play the part of taking the first step.
These are the ultimate words for a new beginning, are they not? We have been present in your lives – leading, cajoling, and often being crude. For crudeness is a virtue when compliance has not been mastered.
My name is Fate. I am present as a spear tip. I point with my face in the direction we intend you to follow, and I am looking toward the ones with ability to listen. I am seeking out those with the aptitude for understanding, and I am coming close indeed to those who can feel and sense my presence. I am the path, and I am the placement.
Now watch as I further the intention. I lead with the light of reality. We make our march. I will place words in your minds and in your hands, words that will perhaps be thought of as inaccurate by some. But those who know, and those who have learned to trust, will agree. And then we have our foothold, and from there we march along.
I will then fade from your attention, and another will step forward and lead you into the fray. From there we will need a commander, a general, one who knows the volume and the tone necessary, but I will not be that one. When I am replaced, you will know the thunder of the next. The thunder will appear to be a wickedness, perhaps. But the wickedness is a ploy to keep you attentive, and to direct your thought.
I am but the tip, the point, the face of the events to come.
