Early in the process, each has to invent one’s own path out of the darkness. It is a necessary circumstance. The empowering satisfaction of growth can only come when you decide to move alone. This is not to say the burgeoning Soul is helpless. There are facilitating indicators secretly planted all around by loving beings. The work that awaits you when crossing over the threshold is precisely of this kind. Seeing the struggling buds of hope, you will throw information fertilizer over the grounds to nurture nature.
From within the vines we see the chaos, from without, the order. Even war has its own cosmic role to play. We will awaken when we have suffered enough to be finished with it. Erasing brain grooves that seek a pain fix, we shift our energies to higher parts of the mind. Every being has this potential. Can we begin to fathom the tragedy of one who comes and goes, never finding this treasure? Some speculate that this is their choice/path and how Free Will plays itself out. But what if Life never got a chance?
Children rarely emerge unscathed from a development which includes sometimes contradictory rules both spoken and unspoken relentlessly pounded into their head. How confusing to see that the gatekeepers often do not follow their own muddled instructions and the motivating machinations underneath tend to revolve around control. How can the innocent Love when their vulnerability is turned against them? They become hard and substitute the false for the real in efforts to find approval from their world so they can survive.
This intricate damage must be undone. I know some whose eyes fall upon these words have aching souls and that is precisely why it flows out to you. Otherwise there would be nothing to say, and we all would be laughing and loving in this realm and the next. That day will arrive eventually. It can happen for you NOW! Find friendship with the divine energy. God created the Universe so you can create your Life.
Oh my lovelies, I do weep for you on occasion. Sometimes I poke at the bubbles of illusion and see how disoriented you become. Gently I whisper in your ear sweet truths, and when you are not looking, I put happy pictures in your background. One day this accumulation of Giving from all Service oriented beings will saturate and Love will be everywhere on the outside as it is on the inside of Existence.
Consider the animals who have always been your friends. To kill majestic creatures for encroaching on human territory as many city governments do, is a crime the Lord is concerned about. He could interfere, but then the whole experiment would be over. It is for YOU to interfere. Can you not understand that Life is Life and it is simply poor planning that causes these interspecies misunderstandings? You have had scientists and mystics explain this to you in a myriad of ways. How can we reach you and heal this scar? Maybe your weather would calm down if you would figure out some of these disturbances swirling in your collective psyche.
There are many among you who every day produce artifacts of transformation designed to uplift those living now and in the future. Often the people at large keep their back turned so as not to have the difficulty of being exposed to something which will disturb their slumber. Misers live in mansions and the godly often keep shop in a basement. This must be turned around. God’s vessels should at least be afforded a healthy home.
In the skies just beyond our eyes are angels, often working with legions of people devoted to relaying their messages. Surely one must discern what rings true to their heart, but one must not be so scrutinizing as to critique themselves straight to an early grave with an empty life resume. Openness is essential for the light to shine through the window. Honor those among you who present the unusual in a magnificent manner. Their work is noted in the Annals of History and the Halls of the Akashic Records. I know our own translator of this message holds a hope that his various verbal lectures were recorded in this way. He is a crazy person whose main concern about dying is whether his collected works will be attended to on the astral plane.
No thing that has ever been, is, or ever will be, disappears completely. There will always be an imprint of its existence. If a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody there to hear it, it does not preclude the possibility that one day someone might arrive with the subtle ability to pick up the remaining echoes. If something occurs, there is no need to philosophize about the perceiver. Is it not the expression of the Creator none-the-less? As those of you with journals of your most precious thoughts know, there is a sublime beauty in something that is solely your very own.
Trust that there are others who understand, and they will find you. They are waiting patiently for the magnetism to take over and bring you close. Enjoy talking about the wonders of the galaxy. There is nothing to the myth of modern times. Truth has always been the same. Humanity is finally ready to accept it on a larger scale. Be patient with the process and steadfast in your devotion and success is guaranteed.
Good fortune in your endeavors.
C. Moors, Pearly Gates Press
