Lord Jesus Christ
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And what do my eyes express
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Scribe
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Joy, laughter, acceptance
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Lord Jesus Christ
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Excellent! Keep looking Now what do you see
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Your face, specifically your mouth And you are grinning broadly Smiling, your teeth are showing Your mouth is open I see that breath is flowing out of your mouth That breath is words – I somehow know that Your breath is your word Words are coming out of your mouth But I don’t know what they are And they are coming out silently Coming out in the form of your breath
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Lord Jesus Christ
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Look again Look more closely at my breath
What are you seeing
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Beings – souls – entities Coming out of your mouth You are speaking souls into being Beings tumble out of your mouth You are birthing them by speaking them I don’t understand this
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Lord Jesus Christ
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Do not try to understand anything To see is to understand The conscious understanding will come later It will come But first must come the seeing For without seeing there is nothing to understand For now let us focus on the seeing Look now Tell me about what is coming out of my mouth
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There is your breath And suspended in your breath Are beings – little miniature people Tiny but perfectly formed They are nude They are beautiful They are tiny And they tumble out Every which way They are male and female They are mostly young adults But I see an old person here and there Not many And now I see a baby and another And now I see the entire spectrum of humanity Humanity in all its colors In all its nationalities All of humanity Lord Have you my Lord, given birth, spoken birth to all humanity?
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Lord Jesus Christ
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You’ve said it Not I
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Scribe
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Forgive me Lord but I’m confused
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Lord Jesus Christ
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I suggest you stop speculating and stop thinking And simply observe
Do you wish to remain observing Do you wish to see
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Yes
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Lord Jesus Christ
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Good Allow the understanding to seep in as it will Do not force it
Now close your eyes and look
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I see you wrapping your arms around your humanity That has birthed from your mouth Your arms are wrapped around Earth Where your humanity has spread to It has dispersed throughout the planet And your arms cover all of them and the entire planet You arms encompass us all
And I see little humanity scurrying about this way and that Doing their little human activities There is much scurrying around And your arms encompass Earth And your face looks down upon Earth And observes humanity
And every now and then I see a human look up at the sky And actually see you And they wave! Thank you Lord they wave And some drop to their knees and pray to you Here and there – all over the world There is an individual here and there – on their knees – praying to you
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Lord Jesus Christ
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And what are they saying Listen for you can hear as well as see Listen to their prayers
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Scribe
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Lord, their prayers are many and varied
Some are simply and purely thanking you for you and for your Creation
While others have requests to make of you
A child is ill, please heal it I’m faced with dire poverty, Lord, please provide My father is dying, Lord please help me
And others Lord, give you thanks They praise you for your glory They thank you for having answered their prayers These people are in tears The ones whose prayers you answered They are thanking you, their tears are flowing They are thanking you for having answered their prayers Their weeping is great They sob from the core of their being As they thank you for answering their prayer There is remorse for not having prayed sooner They had not realized you would actually answer their prayer They are praying the rosary The rosary beads are clutched in their hands
And Peace has come over their faces Their face is now relaxed – they have gotten past remorse They have in some sense, have even gotten past gratitude And are now in calm Peace Pure, silent, calm Peace And they are still And they are strong And they are certain And they are resolute And they stand up now Determined to face their lives again They are a little older now For having gone through this experience They move about more slowly now There is not so much scurrying about this way and that By these who have prayed They move more slowly and with purpose And they rest and pray in between And their prayer in between is calmer and also has purpose It is above all, calm For they know that their prayers are heard And so they pray, in certainty and in confidence And arise and move about their lives in calmness, in certainty, and in confidence And they radiate Peace
And every now and then One of the others who are scurrying about stops and looks at the one Who moves slowly And wonders how he can do so And the one who scurries shrugs his shoulders and goes back to scurrying around
And the ones who have prayed Who have reached peace Are dressed in white robes The whiteness of the robes The whiteness gleams; it shines; it has its own light it would seem It is pure white and it radiates light And the space around the white robed beings increase Their light expands and takes up more room So they take up more room They have more presence because of their light And people make way for them Without even realizing that they are doing so They make way for them They do not step into their light They do not step into their space Their expanded space
And there are increasingly more of these white-robed figures With their light and larger expanse of space Upon the Earth
And the white-robed figures now seem taller to me Than the others who seem as little ants scurrying about this way and that
And now I see the white-robed figures scooping up the ants And handing them up to you And angels appear and take responsibility for the ants They take charge of them They take care of them Many angels appear in the sky For there are many ants to take care of
And the white-robed figures scoop up the ants And the angels take them And you Lord keep your protective arms around the Earth And your arms are getting tired You don’t know how much longer you can hold your arms out
There is beginning to be a sense of urgency As to the scooping up of the ants And the angels are becoming concerned There are too many ants still left And your arms simply will not hold up long enough For all the ants to be collected
What will we do? The angels are in a panic They swoop down to Earth like big huge birds And scoop up large amounts of ants at one time They do this repeatedly And this frightens the ants And they scurry about faster and at a furious pace To escape the scooping for it frightens them They only see the scooping They do not see the angels who are doing the scooping
The angels look grim now The time is short There is no more time to be delicate about this No more time to consider the ants’ sensibilities And the scooping continues And it takes the form of earthquakes And hurricanes and tornadoes and floods And so much scooping is done Very much And the remaining ants are left terrified And they try to hide They do not want to be scooped Some of them even go underground In their attempts to hide And the angels grimly shake their heads And now there are earthquakes And more scooping is accomplished
And now there is only a remnant of humanity left on the planet And they wander about in bewilderment Where did everyone go? And they are dazed and confused And they are easily led And follow whomever appears to lead them And they huddle in groups And they shiver in fear and confusion And they try to survive They hold on for their lives They cling desperately But they know not what to cling desperately to They weep the loss of their fellows They weep over the seeming destruction of the planet They weep in their confusion But it does not occur to them to turn to you
You who is now becoming ever more visible in the sky They can now see you if they but look up For you are manifesting your self to them They need only look up But I am not seeing any look up!
They are too busy looking at each other Too busy looking at each other to look up And they talk to each other And they tell each other fantastic stories to explain what has happened And each group that huddles has its own fantastic story Each group has its own ‘explanation’ of what has happened And they each convince themselves that this is the truth And now it is over Now they can go back to their lives Now they can go back to rebuilding Now they can go back to scurrying about
And now you have had enough Enough is enough And you call the angels to sound the trumpet And sound the trumpet they do And the sound is heard by all And the sound is recognized by all And the knowledge of its meaning fills them with dread
It is the end then They think It is really the end And they are sober
And some try to run away And they are allowed to
And some lay down to die And they are allowed to
And some wait for the carriage they are expecting to arrive To take them home And they also are allowed to
And the trumpets sound again And now it is the end And all who allow are led away from the planet And all who don’t, remain
And the planet shakes them all off And they are thrown about into space And the angels catch a few of them And the angels miss a few of them And now the earth is free of all the ants And now you O Lord are free to rest your arms Your weary arms And you let your arms down
And the earth abandons herself to her freedom and to her joy And she dances about in laughter and in exultation
She is free! She is free! Thank God almighty She is free at last!
And the waters sweep over the planet And calmness sweeps over the planet And a period of rest and healing sweeps over the planet And there is no more animal nor human life on the planet Just water and earth and vegetation And the planet heals And the planet heals
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Lord Jesus Christ
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And the people What happens to my people
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Where oh Lord should I look
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Lord Jesus Christ
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Start with the ones in space The ones whom my angels did not catch
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I see them screaming in terror And the angels locate them by their screams And some allow themselves to be rescued And some are frightened by the angels and flee further away Further into the darkness of the abyss Where they are welcomed by open jaws who devour them
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Lord Jesus Christ
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And the ones my angels did catch
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My Lord, the angels carry them Carry them and take them each one individually to the Father And the Father looks kindly at each one And the Father adjudicates their lives And determines the best location for each individual The Gift of Right Location is dispensed at this time And each being is grateful and happy to be going home For home it will be to him It will be home to him For it will be the Right Location for him
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