As a youth I loved John Lennon and felt music, like it was living inside of me. I learned every Beatles song I could and sang them with all of my heart. I always wrote my own songs, spontaneously and continuously. But because I was a bad student in school, I didn't believe in myself and was unable to overcome intense feelings of insecurity; I didn't feel deserving and I didn't get enough family support about my own dreams. This was before the age of the home studio, so I spent years writing songs and hiding them in my heart, until I eventually forgot them. I would often sing to my family or friends, getting varied responses. To this day, I have the desire to sing, to glorify the Divine Romance and the Holy Streams, from where the music of heaven is distilled. Music was always first in my life, but I lost that Holy Stream in the later years of my life.
We must be children of the morning to sing like we did when we were young. There are found in the silence of the Communions, bridges to the Angels Of The Earthly Mother and Heavenly Father, with Jesus helping us find the stones to build the bridge, along the rivers edge. If mankind will not believe The Gospel, God will take away his share in the Tree Of Life and in the Holy City, as attested to in the scriptures, which I share here. God is not willing that any should perish, but any who cannot accept the eternal life of the body, may not receive the Key Of Life. They must be returned to the LORD, the One Judge, brought to Amenti to face their deeds and then returned to us. But alas, he who communes with the Angels now, will always be returned to the Father, where he may absolve the entangled understanding of the subordinate Law, given to us by Moses.
They who keep that Law, have given themselves over to statues and idols. A house of accusers, being a law unto themselves, concealing scriptures and the Most High Nature of Almighty God! For it is an idol, even to fashion a scripture for life's guidance, then not renounce flesh, so as to approach the Angels. They have shown us the Tree Of Life, amidst the Infinite Sea. Leave not Earth's children unaware of the Great Tree Of Life, also whose leaves shall heal the nations. That tree was planted by the Masters of Our Brotherhood. It is the Mystery Of Mysteries. Hermes said, "let chaos become myth", but God said, "Let Mystery become prose, oracle and parable." Our weakness is great, whereas the Angels Of God are the ministers of grace, affection, mercy and eternal life, by the Earthly Mother and the Heavenly Father; all what is the One God.
Great Are The Gifts Of God!
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