THE MOUNTAIN BELLS AND LOES ****   

I.

Lo and behold, there came rain to the desert, pushing up from parched soil both Lily and Bell. The sweet ringing could be heard at the clifftops and those who could hear knew that their time had come. Like anchors struck on the bottom, the Watchers of that first shift had been steadfast, and blessed in that they did stay where they were bade and did not flee in the face of adversity.

So that wind was a sweet wind, carrying honey, filled with love, with laughter, erasing all doubt. They were not forgotten. And God lifted them up, and made unto them a great feast, and to that plain sent Children who would do the same, from the blooming unto the death. These are cycles of existence. Like Acts of a Play, different metres for different purposes.

II.

               --And so, first the prologue, where we come to the characters, their aspects; setting the stage. Act One introduces the goals, and their possible impediments. Act Two introduces those energies, persons and perceptions that work directly against these goals (we are now in this phase), and Act Three becomes a tableau wherein the very core of Dark and Light struggle to wrest away the control from the other.  In the final Act, we have met with our Character’s flaws, tested his strengths, and abided by while those Opponents work against his will, his fears and doubts, his Earthly weaknesses.

III.

The Final Act is unwritten. Many stories must merge, and every Spirit living in this play must have the opportunity to reprise their roles, to repeat their cases until they are worthy of the highest rewards: if it is their wish to do so. So many languish, never knowing the stage, or the lights, or the words that can be spoken and filled with such light as the vessel can barely hold them. For we say unto all of these Actors on that Stage: Do not utter lines, dead words wrought from history.

~*~

Forge History.

Be thou that vessel which holdeth the Light of God, 

and therefore, alive with HIS WORDS. 

Be that Character and be thou Blessed unto thy family 

and Blessed unto thine world. 

Be that Vessel 

and be liken unto the Hand of God.

End

**** My Guides in 2011 were much more strident and less humorous than the ones working with me now. Their communications were often 'Heavenly' and sometimes very old-world compared to my contemporary Tribe members of today. I do not doubt that my Guides have always been of the same Tribe, but I do think that I get matched with different, individual Guides for different reasons and different messages, as it becomes appropriate. (Either way, I am thankful for their constant support and love in my life.) 

. . . I had just lost five very close family members to sudden death in 2010-2011, and had prepared a sermon for my baby niece's funeral, partially from the bible, when I received this transmission. I took it as a message of hope, and hopefully, others will, too. Many of my messages during that time had the feeling of being spoken "from the mouths of angels." We are perpetually surrounded by those high and loving beings. They believe in us, whether or not we believe in them . . .

Call them Angels, or anything you like. They feel like more than, and apart from, other members of my Tribe. I can't describe them or explain them, and won't try. They are. And it was They who urged me to dig into my archives and make this specific post this morning. For You. You who are reading this post this morning. One person. They send their Love and Light to You that you might know Hope even in your Despair.

****This is a Direct Voice Communication 

from my Tribe, archives of 2011,

from the Instruction Manual

as dictated to me by my Guides at that time.

May 12, 2014