Maintaining balance while in the human temple is a most demanding task. The Word states: that which is in Heaven shall manifest on Earth . . . our inner most secret feelings will/can create an environment that provides the safety needed in order to stand boldly in new truths and integrity. Could this seed of information explain why those of us who work to maintain our connecting cord of light stumble but not fall? One of the many ways of God which amuses me is HIS ability to make certain that those with ears and eyes receive the messages and signs needed in order to grow.
As I continue allowing the rebirth of myself, the author of the Newly Released (Christian) Fantasy Novel The Tapestry Chronicles, my firm knowledge on the dealings of entertainers whom help our fantasies spin round has been lessen of date. Time for such luxury as the completion of all items on my To Do list is currently stretched but when God wants one to receive a message . . . well, whether in a desert, a village or living in Cincinnati, Ohio . . . the WORD will be delivered. This has been the case for me this week as I’m finally spending less time in the ‘field’ helping others and more time in the ‘office’ helping myself. I’m constantly hearing two words looping in my mind: water and sound. Could the message be for me to remember that although I am to spend my existence freeing my soul this can not be accomplished without taking care of my temple? Is God attempting to remind me that my chamber is made of mostly water- same as that of the oceans? Or maybe the angels are relaying a reminder that musical sound is only an extension of the beating tone within?
Research has allowed such writers as Sol Luckman to properly explain the knowledge we need to unlock innate wisdom regarding the effects of water and sound on our miniature divine trinity. And the effects of sound on our emotional health have already been established by our gullible scientific forefathers and foremothers. Before we were concerned with what went down the rabbit’s hole we were asking What the Bleep? I don’t know about you but truly I believe that with all this we still have not gained proper handling over these divine powers. Not a day goes by when I don’t hear a tone in flowery words coming from a place of fear or that I pass someone on the streets who flat-out present themselves as carriers of pain . . . and I understand that we are in the domain of Satan.
Although God has promise to take care of fools and children, why are we blocked in such a manner that music is about sexual prowlers and financial slaves; not to mention the fact that we are creating choppy waves within with verbal assaults on each other? What will it take to get enough people to assimilate the compassion needed to properly channel the gifts that come from true words of love as choruses which elevate and motivate? Funny, I state this with the self knowledge that I’m in need of a vocabulary detox after recently returning to my private hermit’s shed. Maybe that’s why the angels are constantly repeating in my ears the words water and sound.
Archangel Raphael, please, spread your green healing energies on me and my brethren on this domain known as Earth.
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