Truth drives the highest world order. It belongs to all of us, yet it is an individual choice to exercise it. It is our choice to shut the door to the portal of truth, or keep it open. Patience is the denominator of the acceptance of truth. Patience is a scarce resource in the mines of planet Earth. We utilize measures of speed to establish allure, and speed, in the context of modern Earthly life, depletes the mines of patience resting in the mountains of world change. To reiterate, to unlock the truth, we require patience.
Essentially, the need for speed stems from the fear produced by the lack of truth. The plague of fear propels the power of institutions to persuade the masses to buy in to poisonous, oppressive, and deadly ideas which ensure the wicked, crazy riches of few, very few. Distorted measures of speed caused by deficiencies in patience set the expectation of the pleasure principle. Fear induces pain and pleasure negates pain. To manifest pleasure in a world without truth, we acquire the need for speed.
The plague of fear creates a bodily condition of degeneration, imperfection, and disease. The token of choice encourages the majestic co-creation of one’s personal world, even if that world is a road to hell paved with good intentions. The choice of some is to shut the door to the portal of truth which consequently invites the plague of fear. The institutions of third dimensional power attain persuasive agility through the conscious or blind choice of the masses. Without the magic potion of patience we become sitting ducks in the insidious mass hypnosis by empires of monetary profit. We are enslaved by the perception of helplessness and powerlessness.
In our degeneration, imperfection, and disease, with our acquired need for speed and the pleasure principle, we become the perfect breeding ground for fibbing institutions. Turn on the television, and be convinced of the low velocity of life. Let the fear of illness instigate the dependence on pills of medicine. Crave the food they tell you to eat. Place your money in the pockets of the rich and povertize your personal power to heal and change. To the notions of the institutions, in no instance are you a co-creator, and in all instances a victim of the darkness and sadness of life. You are repeatedly fed spoons of the garbage of victimhood, and denied the glory of priesthood.
Open the gates of truth and patiently await that through which personal choice and power you ordain. Close your eyes to the measures of speed of terrestrial life, and place faith in the manifestations of the eternal graces from places up high. Let the surety of the promise of heaven to make this world anew replace the artificial supports of the pleasure principle, and allow strength and courage to plaster the plague of fear and shut down the institutions.
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Life unravels delicately, demonstrating the vitality of ascension on Planet Earth. Here and now, one has acquired full comprehension of third dimensional context, of corporeal life. The mystical depiction of everyday events demonstrates the profound ties between humankind and cosmic forces of the Universe. Evidence portrayed in revolutionary constructs for a new way of life prove the occurrence of human transmutation and accelerated evolution. The virtues of peace, joy, love, wisdom, and compassion accompany the elaborations of this lofty transformation. You are the protagonist in this enigmatic play of consciousness elevation.
The solicitation is made to the downtrodden, imprisoned, oppressed, and forgotten. A message has been delivered from the higher forces of benevolence. It is dynamic and speaks to the experiences of your modern day. One has learned the actualities of observable life and their relation to the unobservable, infinite potencies which interplay, transform, and transmute. This is an ancient message incarnate in the contemporary precepts of what we call today. Every message clutches a unique nugget of truth, yet each is inexorably interlinked. Your heart is spoken to directly. The electromagnetic attraction is inevitable, calling out to you without the use of voice, words, or vision.
The diffusion of divine messages traveling on the paved frequencies and vibrations of intergalactic space toward Earth impact the mountains and valleys of intricate and complex human drama and tragedy. The messages profoundly stir spirit, mind, and emotion. Their motive is pure love and service. Their desire is to transport you to the realm of ultimate purpose. Your surrender and awareness drive the flow of messages which find expression in the masterpieces of hard labor and unending faith. This allows the Higher Self and angelic delegation to pour the waters of wisdom and knowledge into the portal of third eye receptivity. The purposeful nature of the message is always assured to you who sustains awareness of the vibrational energies not just of here, but of there.
Engaging in the labor of spirit invokes the channel to open and the message to arrive. This course of action belongs to the still, quiet mind and body. Be certain of a prominent, prophetic undertone. Your faith and desire propel the manifestation. The critical factor involves truth to oneself and sharing the heights, widths, and depths of one’s understanding. This prevents over-extension to unfamiliar dimensions. There is always identification to a personal store of knowledge, yet one realizes the message springs from the heavenly wells of guidance. This is the framework for reception and establishes a foundation for wondrous divine expression. In the midst of meditation, on intent focus on the voice of angels, beings of light, and the Higher Self, the message finds its destination in you.
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I defend impossible and absurd renditions of life’s mysteries on the basis of conquest of peace and joy. There was a time I awaited the literature of scientific research and sermons of religious doctrine to undertake the extraction of viruses and bacterias of misery and suffering. I enabled debilitated institutions by prolonged examination and irrelevant probing of principles which led me on a vicious circle of unanswered questions and unrelinquished pain. I coped with the agony of broken-heartedness to the point the threat of self-annihilation implored the universe the urgent care of a soul on the brink of flatlining.
Traditional creeds, hypothetical statements, ecclesiastical rituals, methodical experiments, and catechismal precepts proved fruitless in the recovery of a wretchedly disarranged heart, body, and mind. Far beneath the layers of defensive armory and grisly wounds lay a diminutive, unapparent seed of potent desire to express the infinite vastness of human existence. To this condition spoke the words, the books, and the people of unscientific magic, druids of faith, the music of rainbows, and the supreme idea I can also be the truth, the way, and the life.
Whatever anatomy of mind, body, and spirit lay dormant in the catacombs of terrestrial plight awakened to the invocations of extraterrestrial might. More than my mind, my heart has been eloquently literate in the library of what struggling minds label unreal, absurd, and impossible. Instead of establishing the direct link between the “spoofy” literature and remarkably undeniable and unforgettable transmutation of a disillusioned soul, the community slaps this cosmic truth with the political correctness of spontaneous remission.
Sound the alarm, blow the whistle, and clang the bell that here stands the culprit of folly, the thief of respectable institutions, and the destroyer of scientific facts. Let the joy of my heart, the peace of my mind, and the laughter in my life proclaim the insistence for the excavation and revelation of long forgotten truths to dispel long standing lies.
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Build purity and service and they will come. Labor in the fields of gratitude and await the forces of inspiration. Accept the conditions of daily life and complete the tasks presented before you. Rest your mind on the certainty of vibrations of peace, joy, and harmony. Take the reigns of co-creation and tackle the puzzle of conflict and strife. Surrender the weapons of achievement and acquisition, and accompany the meekness of stillness, obscurity, and banality. Dive into the ocean of transformation and allow the energy of healing change to drag you into the depths of illumination. Breathe the water of wisdom and knowledge and willingly drown in the glory of peace and love. Build this and they will come.
They will come on fleets of light and power. They will restore our broken homes, rugged streets, and jagged nations. They will empower the pillars of Earthly evolution to invoke the mutations of elevated existence and soaring purpose. They will set foot on our cultivated ground and consume our harvest of service and humility. This angelic delegation will travel from the galactic dimension and uphold the debt to humanity owed for our constant and benevolent desire to ascend this planet from the pits of egoism, aggression, and avarice. We build with hands of kindness, minds of understanding, hearts of love, and bodies of light, and they will come.
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The time has come to dethrone illusory powers and deliver the quest for glory intended for all. Each one stands in the assigned post and passes the baton of brotherhood to every soul promised existence in the vanguards of life. The blindfold of hierarchies slips away as the hand of compassion is extended to the reaches of all land and all people. The scale of liberty balances the empowerment removing heaps of wealth and recognition to too few for too long. Look not to the formally awarded the favor of title, the privilege of inheritance, the glamour of fame, or the ecstasy of riches. Instead, look upon the face of the unacquainted, follow in the footsteps of the uncelebrated, and listen to the unperceived words which reverberate in the slums of crumbling cities.
Depend on the most unsuspecting souls to deliver the disheartened denizens of sabotaged avenues from the handholds of despotic bureaucratic forces. Pray to disintegrate the resistance to dispel the predilection of usurpers of influence to wrest from the hands of the weary and benumbed the entitlement, the birthright, to ordain the disclosure of a distinctive, universal design. Hearken the cry from the plain of azure heights beckoning the essence of life to rouse the ancient mystery of peaceful, harmonious, never-ceasing impulse. Resolve the potentiality and actuality the keeper of might, majesty, and mastery stands in your shoes. Extinguish the beams of media which construct standards of grace and acclamation lavished to the preferred, elite minority. Withdraw the invalid notion that the savior of nations occupies a solitary seat, and be questionless in the truth of your godhood.
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The majesty of life unfolds among us as we swing on the wind of change. Certainty comes as we lay our head on the pillow of faith. We garnish messages from above with toppings of gratitude. We develop insight delivered on truckloads of promise and place trust in the greatness of forces unseen. The vast landscape of transformation has roads which lead to infinity. We marvel at the miracles of everyday life with lenses of desire and expectation. The power of gratitude carries us through the valley of strife. The endless stream of inspiration flows through the grooves of our open heart, and finds expression in the action of daily life.
One after another, gifts of light gather in the depths of life and serve as constant resources for transformative change. Word after word, sentences of wisdom and knowledge grow into towers of inspiration from which humanity partakes for the emergence of evolution. Never stray from the eternal carriage of courage and strength which will transport you to a new world of balance and harmony. Among the flowers of divinity we understand the purpose of life. We are constantly led down a path of purpose. Cherish the meek moments and stages of life, and await the revelation of the reason for every event and situation. Warm yourself in the glory of belief in all things unseen. Stand tall in the face of world races and competitions. It is the quiet life which matters now.
Praise any moment, any event, and prepare to embark on a journey of healing. The words never falter and the opportunities for action never cease. Delight in the magic of inspiration which travels in cosmic waves and wraps the expression of man for all the world to see. From afar come the answers to the mysteries which now rise from the graves of materialism. Labor in the fields of compassion and yearn for the harvest of mercy. Transcend definitions of power and kneel before the light of love. Wear the crown of kindness, share the scepter of victory, spread the spotlight of recognition, and give equality to every man, woman, and child. Strip man-made classifications and symbols of differentiation, and hold hands with the troops of unity.
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Resolve this. Resolve that. I have learned to monitor the “control freak” mode. I have noticed it does not take long to exhaust myself, after waking in the morning, with the automatic effort to analyze, categorize, dissect, and survey dominant issues in my life. I try so terribly hard at something which hardly requires a fraction of the energy input involved. This is my recipe for unhappiness.
Not only do I find myself being the unneeded resolver of issues, but I find myself grumpy. On my morning walks, for example, drivers on the road are not good enough. The Pepsi truck blocks the driveway just as I need to walk through. The driver on the corner makes a right turn in front of me just as my turn to cross the street comes. The pedestrians walking in the opposite direction toward me use the entire sidewalk forcing me to walk on the lawn. Finally, in the claws of exhaustion, I realize I am trying too hard.
I try too hard to force my life into what I believe it should be. I try too hard to have definite answers for my career, health, love life, and family life. I cannot think of a surer way to invoke unhappiness. Gratefully, the highest answer arrives. It asks of me to make a concentrated effort to release obsessive, compulsive thoughts. It is that simple. I gently repeat to myself, “release, release, release.” Invasive thoughts begin to retreat, and I find peace, once again. The core of my compulsion is fear, and the hero is courage driven by efforts to banish meddling thoughts. In the final analysis, this is the outcome of prayer. The control freak gives way to the higher power of love and wisdom.
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