Scribe
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And oh dear I hear Ruth’s sobs
She is weeping – quietly weeping
I listen further
She feels at a loss
She feels that there has been so much time and so much
space
Between her and her children
That she hardly knows them anymore
She does not speak their language
They no longer speak hers
How can she help them?
How can she ever reach them?
She can taste her despair in her mouth
She puts her fist to her mouth to keep herself from
sobbing aloud
To keep herself from screaming and screeching to the
Heavens
In anger and in hurt
In despair and in frustration
For truly she is torn
She cannot stay – she will not survive the stay
She cannot leave – her mother’s heart will not allow her
to leave
She loves her children – they are hers and they are lost
and unhappy
How can she possibly leave them to this fate
And yet they no longer share a common language
They no longer even seem to share a common mind set
For their heritage and the knowledge of who they are
Is buried deep within them
And it seems that they are not interested or know not
how to access them
And Ruth closes her eyes and allows herself to rest
Allows herself a moment of stillness
A moment where conflicting and raging emotions are not
coursing through her
Are not ravaging her
She is still
Grieving but still
And now I tune back into our circle
Michael and Sage have also been tuned into Ruth
We are now back focused on our joint center
I look to Michael to take the lead
And he says - nothing
For he knows you cannot reason with a mother’s heart
You cannot tell her to not feel for her children
You cannot tell her to simply walk away
And allow them to make their own choices
Allow them to in ignorance choose their misery and
possibly their death
No, you cannot tell a mother this
For truly it would drive her to the point of insanity
And Michael is still
And the burden lays heavy on Michael’s heart
Not so much for the children it would seem
But more for their mother
And we sit in silence as Michael ponders the situation
And Michael is pouring out his heart to his God the Father
And yes, he is pleading Ruth’s case to the Queen of
Heaven
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Archangel Michael
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Dear God and Goddess
Please help us
Please bless us
Please guide us
Please you who are our Father and our Mother
You, more than anyone, understand
The pain that Ruth, the children’s mother is in
Please Father I would that you spare her this hell
Please Mother I would that you offer her real words of
comfort
But we all know that the only words that will comfort her
Are that she will see her children home
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God
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And have I not already spoken those very words
Read back
I have already decreed to Ruth that she will see her
children home
If she chooses to ignore my word
There is nothing I can do for her
If she chooses to indulge in her fear and her maternal
anguish
That is her choice
I AM her God
And it is time for her to recognize this fact
It is time for her to recognize me
And to acknowledge my power and my wisdom and my
truth
It is time for her to acknowledge the authority and truth
of my words
It is time for her to choose
She may now choose to place her faith in me
Or she may choose to look around her
To look at what she thinks she sees
- Her children who no longer look like her children
- Herself dependent on a little immature white child
to save her children whereas the great souls of
her tribe could not
- Her children ignoring her as they have for
centuries and continuing to ignore her to their
death
Or she may choose to look at me
Have I not told her she would see her children home
Where is her faith?
Tell her to take her eyes off of everything else
Tell her to take them off even her children
Tell her it is not about her grief nor is it
About what she can or cannot do for her children
Tell her that I AM the God of her fathers
Tell her that I AM the God of her mothers
Tell her that I AM the God of her gods
Tell her that I AM the one God
And that she is to place her faith in me
She is to prove her faith in me
By believing in my words
For blessed are they who do not see
Yet believe
I have stated it
It is so
It is now up to Ruth to choose
She may choose Faith and live to see her children home
Or she may choose to ignore me
And to look at the apparent reality before her
And thus torture herself to the point of near death
Torture herself so that she is useless to the very children
She says she loves and would help
Torture herself so that my angels are forced to take her
away from you
And these messages end
And this channel of help to her so-called beloved
children end
Does she love her children or not
If she loves her children, let her prove her love
By placing her faith in me the God of gods
If she does not love her children
Let her continue in her own self-created hell
Until she is rescued
And her children are deprived of their mother
Which shall she choose
Let her choose
Let her choose now
Let her declare herself
Let her declare herself now
I await her decision
I await her declaration
Amen. Amen.
As she chooses, so shall it be
Amen. Amen.
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Scribe
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And we all sit, perhaps a little stunned at God’s words
I clear myself
Clear myself of my reaction
And close my eyes
And remain clear
And then I start to sense Ruth out
But I hear from Michael
No, look at me. Look at me
And so I lock my gaze into Michael’s
And he bids me be silent
And I get an image – it is not happening – but as a
thought in Ruth’s mind
Of herself in sackcloth and ashes
Pulling her hair out
And screaming, no screeching, her pain and her anguish
and her anger at the gods
And the image disappears
And I keep my eyes locked onto Michael’s
And he holds his index fingers to his lips – hush
And I remain silent and lock my gaze unto Michael
To the obliviousness of everything else
And I get an image – it is not happening – but as a
thought in Ruth’s mind
Of herself laying face down, defeated
Completely and totally defeated
She has lost and she knows it and there is no hope
And she lays down to die
But death does not come
And she does not want to arise again
And remains laying face down
Waiting for death which does not come
And she feels nothing, this Ruth
She is empty, she is void
She is a defeated empty shell and lays there alone
And the image vanishes
And I again lock my gaze on Michael’s
Who has a gleam in his eye
As he again points his index finger to his lips – hush
And I lock my gaze into his
And I deliberately keep my attention away from Ruth or
Sage
But put blindfolds on and focus completely on Michael
And clear myself, remain silent, looking at Michael
The gleam in his eye gives me hope
But he is now serious and silent
He is waiting
And Ruth gets herself up
From lying face down
She gets up on her hands and knees
And then wearily with a sigh
Seats herself at her place
Her face is dry
She is covered in dust
She has aged
She now looks more like a grandmother than a mother
Ruth sits at her seat
And is silent
Michael sits sternly and waits
And then Ruth speaks with a broken voice
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Ruth
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My God, I have no choice
I have tried everything
My people, my great people, have tried everything
My God, please take pity on me
Do not be so harsh my God
Do not be so harsh on me, your poor servant
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God
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So you then recognize me as your God
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Ruth
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My God, to whom shall I turn but to you
There is no one else
Everyone else has tried
Everyone else has failed
You are my last recourse
And forgive me if I turn to you in desperation
But please in your mercy recognize that I do turn to you
You say that you are the God of my gods
I had not known that
You say that I will see my children home
I see no indication of that
You say it is my choice
And what choice do I have
To rant and to rave in utter uselessness
Or to place one last hope in you
You who claim to be the God of our gods
Just as we had never thought to look to our past to find
our children
So I had never thought to look to the god of the white
man to save my children
But if you are the God of our gods
Then you are also the God of the red man
And frankly I do not care
One way or the other
Save my children and you ARE my God
And I will declare allegiance to you forever
And I will teach all our children to do the same
You say I am to recognize you now
I say to you what choice do I have
No one else has succeeded
Our last recourse, turning to our past, uncovered our
children
My last recourse, turning to you, may it Oh God, save my
children
No my God
You are correct
I do not see
I do not see at all
The more I look at this current age
The more I look at my children in this current age
The more I look at this little girl who is supposed to help
us
The more despair I feel
No my God
You are correct
I do not see
I do not see your salvation
I do not see HOW you will bring my children home
I truly, forgive me, do not see it
But my God, what choice do I have
I am desperate
And you are offering me the statement, the declaration
That you will answer my prayers
You are my last recourse
Our last recourse, last time, uncovered our children
May this last recourse, this time, bring our children home
My God I have no choice
I will throw my lot in with you
I will not look at the current form of this earth
For truly I understand it not
I will not look at my children
For I hardly recognize them
And no longer understand them
And I will not look at this, forgive me God, little white girl
For she does not inspire any confidence
None whatsoever
On the contrary, if our children are dependent on her
Then there is no salvation for them
None that I can see
Forgive me my God my words
But they are my truth
Nevertheless, you are offering me
You are stating that you can help
And your words and your voice have authority
The voice of authority that I recognize
I recognize this voice
It is the voice of Father Sky
It is the voice of Truth
And I will abide by this voice
And I will choose for this voice
I will choose to listen to this voice
I will choose to hear this voice
I will choose to obey this voice
Your voice
And if your voice states that you are the God of my gods
Then I will choose to believe that you are the God of my
gods
And if your voice states that I will see my children home
Then I will choose to believe, no I will choose to KNOW
That I will see my children home
That is my choice
That is my only choice
And so I accept it
And so I hold onto it like the lifeline that it is
And so dear God of mine, I will hold you to your words
"She will see her children home"
I will hold you to your words
I will place my faith in your voice and in these your
words
I will place my faith in you
And I will wait patiently
And I will, with my eyes calmly, patiently, and
expectantly; focused on you
I will participate in quiet health in these meditations
I dare not hope, God – for that does too much to my
emotional body
I dare not hope – for it leaves me a nervous wreck
I will not hope
But I will place my faith in your voice, in your word, and
in you my God
I will place my faith in you my God
I will place my faith in your words
"She will see her children home"
I will place my faith in your voice
And I will do whatever you tell me to do
As I await the arrival of my children to their rightful
home
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God
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You will then, continue to participate in these meditations
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Ruth
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If that is what you wish me to do
Then yes, then I will do so
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God
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It is so my wish
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Ruth
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Then God of my gods
I will participate, calmly participate, in these meditations
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God
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Do so!
Do so and live
Do so and live to see your children home
I your God
The God of your Mother and of your Father
The God of your gods
I your God have said it
And so it will be
Do as I say
And live to see your children home
Do as I say
Do as I say
Do as I say
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