What we see is the amalgam of thought

What we see is the amalgam of thought imprinting upon the essence of love, that which is everywhere present, abundant and unlimited.  We see the tearing of the etheric fabric and the wound created therefrom.  This is so, and rife in your world.  Thundering frequencies created by unloving thoughts and bolstered by actions of anger and domination ravage the natural states of peace, harmony and quietude, leaving gaping holes and tears in their wake.

These concentrated lower frequencies travel far and devastate much of an etheric landscape before, by their very intense and weighted nature, they collapse and fall to Earth.  What is Earth to do with such toxicity, such plagues of hate?  As you or I would do, eventually, beloved, purge, purify and cleanse herself.  Such is what the human race has created, by your own devices, your own free will.  And so great catastrophes wrack your humble world and droves of souls lay down the body to reconnoiter, reflect and re-examine their choices. 

Sweet Earth is the realm of beauty suffering the growing pains of humanity.  She lives and breathes and evolves as all of life does.  She has endured more pain and suffering than is imaginable.  She is the living Goddess of Patience.  Yet be not fooled.  All of life is change.  And so must the patient evolve into the highest good.  Beloved, Earth’s days of highest good have arrived.  The sea of change inundates those anchored in resistance.  Naught but vessels of love weather the storm.  Be so advised.
Divine Mother

Where am I going? To the sea…

Where am I going?  To the sea… where the endless is forever, where to lose one’s self is to be found.  Where, beloved, am I headed?  Into the adventure of God; to the pregnant mystery of surrender; to the birth of love, unimaginable, indescribable, weightless as the purest breath of dawn.

How will I get there?  Diligent ritual, free flowing tears, and a craft of knowingness, buoyant beyond comprehension, captained and crewed by your God/Goddesshood Christ, your immaculate beloved and merciful Angels.

Where is my love?  Where is not my love?  Listen.  She calls in song, of life, of patience, of blessed and ordained embraces soon to come.  Steer your course straight and bless the wind, the wave and rain as co-conspirators of inner-strength, inner-awareness, flames that temper the soul to an invincibility that attains great heights.  And all is as should it be in your divine awakening.  Be so blessed! 

Divine Mother

Ordained it is that those who seek shall find

Ordained it is that those who seek shall find.  Your earthly life is rife with hints, suggestions and new perspectives.  A falling leaf, a scavenging crow, a book from a shelf tumbling, a phrase overheard, a monumental sunrise, the silence of a stone.  Trusting in the at-one-ness of all is living life on all levels of consciousness. 

Heaven is the consciousness of love unconditional.  Indeed, consciousness is borne not only of earth, but is everywhere present, multi-dimensional, ever evolving and expanding, as is God, always and forever.  Expand your vision and seek that which eludes the masses: simple joy.

Rumi

Might we mention the art of simplicity

Might we mention the art of simplicity, that state of consciousness unclothed by human need.  The closer to God we come the less we need, the less we desire, the more the wellspring of sharing, compassion, kindness and service flows into our life unimpeded, increased and multiplied.  There is no illness in wanting.  The use of our God-flow creative energy towards manifesting our many needs is, in a sense, a buffer between the realms of Spirit, simplicity and at-one-ness.  Our primal urge to be “unique,” to exemplify and broadcast our individuality and “uniqueness” is what continually separates us from the glory of perceiving the love of spirit in the eyes of every soul we encounter, in all creatures, great and small.  Simplicity grows from an inner awareness, is exuded from an inner-knowingness, an inner peace and poise.  I have everything, right here and now!

The descent into earth life is rife with distraction.  The greatest being our apparent severance with love and the continual focus of life-creating force towards endeavors promoting other-than simple love, kindness, compassion and prosperity for one and all.  The richness of life is everywhere present, all around and about us.  As our life-creating force is directed towards manifesting external demonstrations of what we perceive as love, we dilute our abilities to channel the heaven realms into heaven on earth.  We constantly create and worship monuments of drama along our earthly path, calling each a necessity, a necessity of life, another step towards “success.”  Each soul must at some stage of evolution and remembrance enter the inner quietude and examine the inventories of need.

Does the need to perpetuate the separateness of individuality supersede our love for God?  These are the days, the life and times when each soul is asked to choose.  Everything in your present time is an indicator of choice.  Simplify.  Every soul, through all eternity lives in a world of love and a universe of choices.  Do my choices bring me closer to God, closer to love?  A consciousness of simplicity is a secret garden free from the weeds of desire, wherein the tender fruits of love might grow unhindered by, and protected from the frosts of the drama of need.

The absence of simplicity accrues complication.  The presence of complication breeds material need.  Materialism is the anchor to the world.  We speak to you of simplicity, as this is the millennium of non-attachment, the flow homeward of Spirit by awakening the Heart of God within each soul.  The key to such an awakening is simplicity.
White Eagle

The separation between heaven and earth

The separation between heaven and earth is reflected on water filled with sky.  What you in human existence label a veil is but a blindness, ever curable.  What is the big picture?  Is it heaven after physical death?  Striving for love?  Cleansing of karma? 

The ultimate truth of the matter, Beloved, is the simple realization at all times that we are not what we seem, what we appear to be.  We are the light that created us, the substance of which pure Spirit is made.  We wander through the amnesia world groping for security, bumping into fear and need with every uncertain twist and turn.  Do you not remember that your death is the gentle journey inward?  To “die” is to “dye,” to color the human egoic experience opaque, to leave the world without, collapsing inward to the unlimited. 

We have willingly chosen human existence to augment our many and varied experiences over time.  We live many places, at many times.  Worthy and ever so capable of miracles we are, and yet we struggle through the constraints of dogma.  What a life!

Shams of Tabriz

You must not force your way into heaven

You must not force your way into heaven.  It is absurd to believe that by pushing you will gain deeper entrance, greater insight and freedom.  It is every moment, every thought, every choice to practice peace that opens wide the gates of heaven.

Do not struggle so.  Remember there is a river, and it is called life.  Some drown, some swim, very few walk upon, and fewer still become.  It is necessary to peel away the bark that one might achieve the heartwood.  In a very real sense we die from this process.  But we are born again and anew.  Few tasks at their inception are of ease.  But once one learns the parameters, the ins and outs, such a task becomes rote. 

Beloved, you are learning to let go of the glue that connects and imprisons you to the past.  Oh, we know it isn't easy.  If you cannot conquer what came before, how can you embrace that which will be?  It is all so intense, but it needs to be.  You would not relinquish your ties unless you were reminded that each must be cut and set free, and in so doing so are you. 

I delight in your commitment and I have a poem for you:

When I touch your face
A thousand stars, sands of heaven,
Befriend me.
And your breathing becomes the water of my tears.
Am I separate?

Between wanting is the God that is giving.
And I peer into your prayer,
My face the celestial sun,
And what remains longs for your embrace.
So small yet so needy.
And all I can do
Is taste the smile
On your lips,
So sweet.

Jelaluddin

If you are so concerned about creating something in the world

If you are so concerned about creating something in the world, why not create yourself as who you really are?  Why not make your personal growth your life?  Because everything else comes from the wings, and it comes as entertainment.  This is the biggest play you'll ever know, and you are the star, and you are the director, and you are the femme fatale, and you are the misguided hero, all in one, until you tire of the game. 
 

There are many that are tiring of the game, and what they want is truth.  Do not concern yourself with fear or worry, concern yourself with living as the God you are.  Do not believe in yourself; know yourself.  Know yourself, know God.  Know your power.  You must be responsible.  You must live in the moment.  Somehow you must find the strength inside of you to live in the eternal moment, because the waves of distraction will rock you to and fro, and it takes a God to right your ship. 

Have the confidence, despite your past, to know that you are fine just the way you are, that without you, God weeps.  You'll live life differently and life will be your best friend.  I tell you true: love thyself, forgive, get on with getting on.  Follow the light, follow your heart.  Forgive and become who you are.  It is the most joyous flower in the universe.  You are so beautiful.  Your immensity is legend.  It is the purest beauty God has every created.  Know that about yourself, and you'll know that about others, and the great respect of one soul for another will change your world. 

With deep love,

Divine Mother

There are fields aplenty

There are fields aplenty where lie buried the bodies and minds of great souls who never quite achieved their potential, realized their dreams, or never gave themselves the chance.  Beloved, life, this experience called life affords everyone the opportunity to succeed.  Life is blameless.  The mountains smothered for eons under blankets of icy snow do not complain.  The tree deprived of water suffers without complaint, the parched desert sands blame not the scorching sun.  Each living soul bears its burden with a noble grace and quiet strength the human animal could well learn from. 

Flow as wind across waves, as summer breeze over flowered fields.  Meet resistance with a humble resolve to love greater still.  Diffuse a potential turbulent situation with loving surrender, maintaining a balance of inner peace and self-knowing.  The choice to make a choice is yours. 

Dive deep into the feeling that urges you one direction or another.  Demand of God crystal-clear guidance and the silent strength of stones; the Master delights in the conviction and willingness to act.  Or listen devoutly until the inner voice quietly commands action.  Use the strength that is your divine heritage.  Unlock the chamber of darkness and despair and embrace the hands that reach for you.  The days have come to trim the fat off blame, to file through the bars of illusion and behold the fragrance of a new day borne.

Babaji

If you want to know God

If you want to know God, do not consider yourself knowing God until you feel the ocean and the breeze blows your hair, and a tear falls from your eye simply because you’ve seen the sunrise and you know what real birth is like.  That is knowing God.  What is God?  We search, and in that search we have accepted we do not know – or perhaps we are separate from.  Where does God hide?  Where does God live? Nowhere and in all places. 

Beloveds, listen to us if you would.  You cannot find God searching for God.  What you can find are many experiences of almost.  To find God find what moves your soul.  Journey into it deeply.  Forget the world.  Fill your moments with your love of what you love.  There, is God.  Can you see the futility of living a life of dreams from the past?  Everything is before us, waiting like great fruits on the tree of life, waiting to be picked.  What type do you like?  How high can you reach?  Are you willing to climb?  Is there but one tree? 

Imagination plays such an integral and important part in our joy.  There is a goodness and a light and a frequency and a music and a melody and a world that is being offered every single soul, every manifestation of life on this earth.  You have so much to give.  Give to yourselves.  Love yourselves.  Create a life of simple pleasures and joys and let God fill in the spaces.  Yes, God will give you what you ask for.  Are you soul enough to take it? 

Rumi