OPENING TO HIS LIFE

No longer do I war, battle, struggle, am worried or concerned. That is a travesty against God and ridiculous to even contemplate anymore.
Here's a bit of my more fruitful recent rants and contemplations:

If God says:
I AM His acceptance and allowance of all that He is, then I AM
If God says:
I AM His confidence, then I AM
If God says:
I AM deserving and worthy, then I AM
If God says:
I AM His Wholeness, then I AM
If God says:
I AM His living, breathing, walking, talking Love, then I AM
If God says:
I AM Unity - as One with Him and all my brothers and sister, then I AM

This is for us all...know it so to be!
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We are like His sunflowers: moving our heads to catch his Light, our nourishment. Yet He is also the seed that birthed us and chose when we were to blossom into the fullness of our glory.
Then it was He who chose when the blossoms were to fall and how the sustenance in those sunflower seeds-and in the sunflower's final cycle- would be produced as an offering for the hunger of the many.
May we live then as the Sunflowers we are.
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Let us grab the gift of Him within us now and never let go. It is the one and only thing that is our true shelter in the storm, our lifejacket in a stormy sea and our oasis in the desert.
It IS our saving grace, bestowed upon us by Him.
It is also our thirst quenched. A glorious sip of God's liquid Light within us is worth more than a thousand feasts.
Let us quench of our thirst and of our hunger for God now, dear friends, that we can know and live our salvation.
For He within us has ever been our one and only salvation. The salvation of our souls.

TARGETED MESSAGE: RUDE AWAKENINGS by SOURCE

4 February 2017

TARGETED MESSAGE: RUDE AWAKENINGS

Ye ones who believe that STILL it is ye that are in charge of my Creation and have full reign over this, my son Christ Michael Aton’s beleaguered planent, Urantia, continue to be sorely MISTAKEN.

Ye have no clue of my wrath; no clue of even a smidgeon of my capabilities for you have seen nothing yet. But you are to witness much in the short time remaining to thee, where MY WILL shall be done in each and every area of Life that you have so painstakingly attempted to take control of.

Your millennia old plans, engineered devices and structures shall fall (those that haven’t yet) in a nanosecond. Yes, pulled out from under thy grasp and held up to the world that all my children might know and see all of ye for who and what ye are.

No amount of attempts to cover your tracks will work this time. All will fail hopelessly for ye and all ye may look forward to is My mercy ...for the world will show you none.
Nay, not even those you believed were your most ardent and loyal supporters and minions. There will be no more army of wayward agents scanning the skies and the consciousness of humankind. And no more will ye have the luxury of hiding in the places and spaces you thought were your safe escapes.

FOR FROM ME YOU CANNOT HIDE! Did you really ever believe you could?

Enough will be said about you and to you when the time comes. Consider each day that passes between now and then as taking ye ever more swiftly to Me, where you shall deliver and exchange your will for Mine.

You are not the first, nor will you be the last to experience the great chasm of our separation by your willfulness and wayward choices. That said, no longer will the world be delayed for your learnings on the matter. Now you will wake up – and rather rudely – to being taught that which you have long needed.

This is all

I AM SOURCE OF SOURCES

And I hereby place my seal upon these words.

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GOD, THE ULTIMATE SCULPTOR

The more I go on in this life, the less I feel I know, or even care about knowing. Because, in truth, there is only Knowing that really counts in the long run. Which is that inner God Knowing.
After that every other pursuit to ‘know’ something or another kind of gets lost in translation and loses quite a lot of appeal. At least it has for me.

The revelation in Knowing is a gift from God too. That ultimately God is both the inspiration and fuel in each and every endeavor we all make in Life. Whether a striving for inner advancement or any and all worldly pursuits.
Neither of them is good or bad or better or worse than each other. It’s just the way each soul is wired in its relationship with God and what subsequently impulses each being.
You could say we are all God’s point of progress.

Right now I’m feeling that all and the only thing I desire is God’s will and desire for my life. Yes, I have a few dreams of my own, but all pales into comparison when it’s His will alone that I wish be done.

Every day I effort to do the best I can and make choices for myself that are for the highest possible outcome. I’ve struggled much, but never given up. Whether I’ve reached my mark or not, remains to be seen.
Each part of the many facets we are and the many levels and aspects of our beingness is all God given, anyway.
I’ve made my peace with that. So I believe I’m ready for anything at all. As He sees fit to give me to fulfill upon His life through mine...or not.

A recent Heavenletter mentioned perception and attachment as being the greatest interferers in a life (or words to that effect) and I’ve realized recently the immense value of living in this state called detachment to hone in on God, as it were.

And how can we be attached to anything or anyone or any condition or circumstances anyway, when we are constantly being what we are: God’s artistic works in progress.
With that, we are subject to His/our constant modification (growth), new perspectives of ourselves if we allow it, as well as the removal of and adding to the ever-evolving works of ar that we are.



GOD, THE SCULPTOR

Material is immaterial
Be it wood, stone or metal
God is the ultimate carver,
Sculptor and blacksmith.
And we, we are fashioned
According to His whims,
His fancies.

A calcified negative thought
Pattern sloughed off here.
There, a chunk of unwanted
History chiseled away, almost
Imperceptibly over time.

A silhouette entirely reshaped
Is not out of the question, either.

In His quest to make and remake
And model His precious art works,
Attention to sometimes-overlooked
Detail is called for.

Feelings and thoughts that serve not
The whole and which are trapped in
The cavities of disharmony have
No place in His gallery.

His tools? These are but the slow
And ever-deepening impulses that
Dust away the accumulated rubble
Of innumerable fears.

Aaah...now His handiwork breathes
With His new life, sparked into life
Anew ...

His sculptures are free; free now in
The image of God’s vision of Himself.

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One of my perennial Afro jazz favourites by local great Simphiwe Dana: