Today is the day for thoughtful recognition of that which is located within, the heart of all matters, for within the soul of man lies that which forever wonders where and when it shall be received. Harnessed within that structure lie precepts of antiquity, barren reminders of souls lost...
We saw in the making of said documentary where one who is concerned about the well being suffers naught from any form of disfigurement. As we say, within one of these nations occurs irreputable facts based on assumption only. No truth exists to its claims forthwith. So now, to turn to the meat of th...
Know too, before all is said and done, these things which impact all humanity will fall by the wayside when the Trump continues his mission. To lead astray is not the goal but to bring new beginnings is the plan, operative in a moment's notice, given from above. In all these things there is a source...
There are many things incumbent upon that which is seen in the media. No one knows really, how this is to play out. Humans are incessant over their rights and obligations to bring forthwith, a system of being functioning in tune with those who hold power. We say it is not about power, but faith in a...
It is seen far above and beyond the normal sphere of things and of great import, a recluse of profound influence who will become the next Christ figure on your planet. It behooves you not to believe or insist in the resurgence of such a one, as it will be a total surprise and ruse to ge...
Behold, we say to you that before we strike at the meat of the matter it behooves you to consider the following. The import of days to come on well being, insight and true understanding are wrapped in cloths so profoundly thick it is near impossible to fathom correct meaning from them. We say this a...
These are some of the more common phrases Spirit has used throughout their messages that may not be initially understood.
Reflection: The Cricket’s Way
There is a silence that sings.
Not the silence of emptiness,
but of presence held gently—
like the cricket’s song stitched through the night.
A steady rhythm, unseen,
yet shaping the field around it.
This is the way of the hidden noble:
To uphold the unseen,
to sing the Earth whole
without asking to be known.
Their temple is the darkened meadow.
Their choir—each other.
And their altar, the vast and listening sky.
