One Small Child

Why would so many be so concerned with the doings of one small child? Only in keeping with the thought of a new beginning for the Consciousness of Man can this question be answered.

Time is always unfurling, in a process of linear thoughts.

This is a systematic endeavoring of humanity. The human race begins to grow once again, as if all must be on a par to do so. A mass of energy is the best way to describe this chosen moment. In one’s own growth you can measure, although with much variability, the growth of the human race.

In moments of greatest need, we always find the greatest ones evolving along an accelerated path. The return of eagles has always been a signal of these events beginning to roll.

These eagles are not grander or more untouchable, in the human sense of nature. But they have an ability, well earned, to know the course of humankind is about to turn on its own wheel. And they have the wisdom to lead or guide, or simply to furnish information to help others roll with the changes.

The time we speak of was one such moment in human evolution. The Consciousness of Man was blooming once again, after many centuries of stagnation.

Those times have been proclaimed among the most everlasting in history. The records found have shaded all with a sense of hope for better days ahead, always ahead, in a future of everlasting peace.

But Time trails behind, in this world of matter, by an instant that lasts as long as the human mind will allow. Some instants are as long as one full lifetime, while others take longer still.

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The ancient world holds a fascination for the modern mind. And so does the future, to the yet to be born. There is nothing to compare in your own childhood, with this life lived on a different continent, in a period of maddeningly hard to conceive of times.

But your own conversation with our Eternal Source, your connection to the Fullest Point of View, comes to lead you now out of that cage of fear, out into the light of day, and the light of illumination from within. If these thoughts do bear the fruit of memory, will it be the memory of your inner child, or will it be a memory of the times?

Your inner child was never a child of your contemporary memory, nor will it be the voice of reason in a state of madness. It will prod you, and use you, to revisit thoughts of devils and destruction worthy of a master energy. For it is that as well. No mere child of flesh could have survived intact long enough to encounter these devils.

Will you reach madness once more if you allow this to surface? Madness is not a state of being. It is a state of mind that will not allow the truth to be accepted. Your mind still holds onto one lifetime that has never been accepted as a truth of experience. And that has been the one small part of madness that still persists, in this life of here and now.

Your single intended intrusion into that time of history was to deliver information to the voice of humankind, for all to know again that the voice of guidance still rings loud and clear – if only there is someone with ears to listen. A story for all. Yes, indeed, a story often told.

In each and every timeframe, some hold onto the Truth for the sake of all those without the notion for themselves.

Some will never know the comfort of a hand upon their shoulder. Others will seek, and never seem to find it in their minds.

We come into your world now as if we stand to gain from your writing of this epitaph. We do gain, as you gain in strength, as well as in the understanding of the terror we inspire in the minds of those who understand us not.

Truth is coming to you in a flash of energy, not a trickle, and words will not hold your attention for too long. The word is Time, and Time is still the venue of expression in a world of physical manifestation. But we stand together in a place apart.

Now ask for the single most important thought of this child’s life that you will ever own.

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This was an attempt to regain information
lost by humanity,
the culmination of a long progression
from one thought of everlasting peace,
into a time of renewal of faith
in the Source of that sense of hope.

This was the coming of Truth,
unbound to earthly feelings
of distress at the sights and sounds
of lives all curling into one another.

It was the Knowing Mind,
stilled by the actions
of the course that Time has used
to undermine the Feeling Mind,
in its adversity to self-reflection.

Eternal thought
comes to be gleaned
from the pile of rubble left behind,
when an upheaval such as this
has ended.

Who calls the end of upheaval?
Is it the providence of God?
Or is it the tenor of the times?
Is it the factions seemingly realigned?
Or is it the battle lines redrawn?

All of these and more.
So much more.