A Magical Moment and A Promise Worth Keeping

"Know that anytime we exercise our imagination lovingly on behalf of another, we're actually and literally mediating God to man. So we can sit quietly in the darkness and listen as though we heard the good report we want to hear." - Neville Goddard


Every day I set about looking for at least one magical moment and one of today's moments is truly special.

I was browsing the Freeneville website to see if the site's creator, Mr. Twenty Twenty, or Neville Goddard offered any insight on channeled teachings, many of which I’m beginning to suspect are loads of BS and not to be fully believed or relied upon. The only article he has posted on the subject is in response to a woman named Theresa who’s mother was suffering from dementia in a way that is/was similar to the experience of my parents. She had asked his insight on whether it was okay to imagine her mother being healed or if she should accept her sickness as some new age teachings suggest because it may be the path by which her mother has chosen to exit this life. Mr. Twenty responded by offering the Neville Goddard quote noted at the beginning of this post, adding that by taking the time to imagine her mother at peace she was giving both of them a gift.

I actually posted a response to the article in September 2013, sharing my own story as follows:

Thank you so much Theresa for sharing your situation with your mom. I had been going through something very similar with my mom (and dad) where she went from being the most pleasant, jovial, sweetest, generous, peaceful and strong woman I know to someone I hardly recognized. Similar to your experience, the words that would come out of her mouth sometimes were hateful and foul. She's complaining and paranoid and the doctors, friends, my siblings kept saying this is something we just have to accept and deal with.

I chose from the beginning, like you, not to accept this, but there were days when I thought I might cave. But, I can see in my mother’s eyes who she desires to be—peaceful, loving, calm, gentle, content, trusting—and I can see her looking for someone to help set her free. And there have been more moments recently where she is the person she wants to be.

Hearing your story and your belief “that it doesn’t have to be this way” and then reading Mr. Twenty Twenty’s response only strengthens my resolve that things don’t have to be the way the doctors say for “all things are possible.” I love the statement of Jesus you mentioned from the Greatest Story Ever Told movie. I think that pretty much sums up the attitude I want to have when I see sickness and lack around me.

Thank you Mr. Twenty Twenty for your teachings on Neville and your response to Theresa. You are helping so many people like us become the people we want to be by holding fast to our dreams for ourselves and those we love until they are fully realized.

My dad had only recently been "diagnosed" as having dementia when I posted the above. I may no longer be able to help him, although I gave it everything I could up until the very end. I clung to hope like a woman adrift in an ocean clings to a life preserver until the rescue ship comes. Even after I received initial word of his death, my inner being still chose to believe the words Jesus spoke at Lazarus’ tomb: “I am the resurrection and the life...” I will continue to believe for my mom: "He sent His word and healed them….”

I needed this magical moment today. So did my mom.

As for the movie quote referenced in my reply, according to Theresa there's a scene in which Jesus heals a blind man and then rebukes an observer for asking what if the man he just healed of blindness wanted to be blind: “the man lives in darkness and while I am on this earth he will see!”

My belief is that Jesus being fully aware of the power within him lived in such a state of perfect faith that sickness simply couldn't exist around him, nor could lack, in the same way that darkness can't exist in the place light is shone.

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"He sent His word and healed them, And delivered them from their destructions." - Psalm 107:20

"We possess the same Spirit, the same power, the same authority; we don't use it, but we possess it." - My dad, Leon Don King, said in remarks given during a Christmas service held in 2006

"God give unto me the grace to accept the things I cannot change. And grant unto me the power to change the things I cannot accept!" - Richard Bartlett, author of "Matrix Energetics"

Even Self-Proclaimed Pollyannas Have Bad Days

There was a time not too long ago when it was rare that I would experience a really pissy, foul mood. You know the kind where you just want to ... scream, throw something, throw someone? You know?

During the past two years, I feel I've experienced such moments/days far more often than I would like. I could blame menopause, but I'm at least 6 or 7 years from that. Anyway, today is one of those days. I woke up in a foul mood and it went down hill from there. What do you know, this LOA stuff works! (She said sarcastically.)

As the day progressed, I decided to just give into the mood and indulge in something I haven't done in quite a while. After going through all the trouble to eat a healthy lunch—I tend to skip breakfast as I don't believe it's the most important of the day—for dinner, I binged on foods that I typically avoid like the plague: sodas and a cinnamon bun. I suppose I "cheated" myself a little on the muffin since I only had half. To add a little more danger to the mix, I threw in a few fries. Who needs salad?!

Just wanted to share to let you know that even Pollyanna's have bad days where we just want to pull the cover over our heads, or pig out on Haagen Dazs (I actually had Friendly's ice cream; no Haagen Dazs in the house), or curse the gods.

On an up note, I made certain to bless and thank all of my food for the comfort it provided.

Tomorrow's another day! Until then, enjoy this lovely video I found on YouTube. It was one of my favorite songs when I was a kid. Listening tonight made me cry into my ice cream.

You Have Greatness Within

I’ve been in a mood for four days now, and not a good one, or maybe the better choice of words would be "not an ideal one.”

I decided to spend the evening reading as that helps me relax and came across an article about people's seeming obsession with transformation. According to the writer, the vast majority of people on this earth are in constant search for ways to improve or evolve ourselves, particularly those of us in Western countries. Judging by the number of self-help books on Amazon, I believe it. I own more than my share of them. How about you?

We desire to be bigger, stronger, smarter, prettier, better, more evolved, more enlightened and remain ever on the look out for the more enlightened and greater person, thing, entity “out there” that is going to save us from our "pathetic" selves. Teach us, show us how we can finally be good enough, great enough, worthy of breath. This is our constant cry.

The writer also suggests that our obsession with becoming something better than what we already are is possible only because we’ve been trained NOT to recognize the greatness already within us.

Having eyes, see ye not? and having ears, hear ye not? and do ye not remember? Mark 8:18

After reading this article, it became clear to me that my current state—one of feeling powerless, anxious, and worried—is a direct result of forgetting the greatness within, of forgetting who I am.

When I was a junior in college, I learned that my oldest brother had been diagnosed with brain cancer and was in the hospital on the campus of the college I was attending. I made a point of visiting with him every day during his stay to keep him encouraged and because I wanted to be with him. I very much enjoyed those visits with my brother as did he, although sometimes he and the nurses would have to throw me out as I would hang out well past visiting hours.

My junior year in college was not my best year. I recall experiencing much stress on a lot of levels, especially academically. I was struggling in four of the five classes I had taken the first semester of that year and in danger of failing two of them. I had always considered myself to be an excellent student and quick learner—heck, I made Dean's list my first four semesters of college—so when I found myself in danger of failing two classes, my self-esteem plummeted. Back then and occasionally now, I had this limiting belief as many others do that our value as humans lies in what we do and what we accomplish. It does not.

There was one day during this time I felt so despondent that I decided to drop out of college. I had concluded, based on my classroom challenges, that I simply wasn’t good enough or smart enough for college. My classmates seemed to be having a much easier time than me.

And that evening when I went to visit with my brother, he immediately sensed something was wrong because he asked mere moments after I sat down, "What's wrong?" Not wanting him to worry, I determined to pretend that all was well and gave him my fake “everything’s lovely” smile and assured him I was fine. He was not convinced and insisted I spill it. “I can see it in your eyes,” I remember him saying. So I spilled it—every fear and anxiety about not being good enough, or smart enough, or worthy enough to graduate. About not deserving to have even been accepted to college in the first place.

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My brother listened patiently until I got it all out, and then asked me to sit closer to him, which I did. He leaned over, gave me a big hug, and then looked me straight in the eyes and told me something that has remained in my heart ever since: “There is greatness inside you; don’t ever forget it. You may not see it now, but one day you will.”

It was nearly 30 years ago that my brother spoke those words to me. There was more to that conversation such as him telling me how much he loved and admired me and me telling him the same, and him assuring me that I deserved to be any place I chose to be.

After taking a brief respite from classes with my dean's blessings, I graduated from college—the first of my siblings to do so. Most of my immediate family was at the ceremony, including my oldest brother who had called the night before to say he couldn’t make it because of a speaking engagement he’d previously committed to. He was the first member of my family that I spotted after the ceremony had ended. In fact, he pulled me out of the recessional to give me another big hug. He wasn’t even slightly impressed with the princess wave I gave him trying to look cool in front of my equally as ecstatic classmates as we were walking back to the registrar's building. One year and nearly three months after my graduation, my oldest brother passed away. I have missed his calming presence in my life ever since.

“There is greatness inside you; don’t ever forget it.” 

Thirty years ago, my brother saw in me something I couldn't even imagine. And he was right, I couldn't see it then as I was much too busy being pitiful. Even now I feel challenged to see it, but I am beginning to see it. More and more each day, I am realizing who I am.

In life we face many challenges, many of them because of our own actions, our own choices, not knowing who we really are. Yet no matter how painful, frightening, or insurmountable are challenges may seem—they are not intended to break us or prove how pitiful and helpless we are. They are intended to prove to us the greatness we are. No need to evolve; no need to become better. I am already enough. All that is required is for me to allow myself to BE.

Thanks for the reminder big brother!

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"What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet…" - Psalm 8:4-6 

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." - Marianne Williamson, author of "Return to Love"

“Know Thyself” written on the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi

Appreciating Every Moment

Today marks the four-month anniversary of my dad's death, last December 2016. Although I know my dad will always be with me and a part of who I am, I still miss his physical presence. I miss his smile. I miss his voice. I miss hearing him sing. I miss dancing with him. Yet, I am grateful for the time we did have together and how much he loved me.

Yesterday marks the six-year anniversary of the day my life began anew. It was April 28, 2011, that I underwent what was to become the first of two surgeries to remove my thyroid. A week following the initial surgery, I learned one of the growths that had been removed was cancerous necessitating, at least in my surgeon's and doctor's opinions, the need to remove my entire thyroid. I was/am fortunate. While I have to take medication daily to replace the hormone my body requires but no longer produces on its own without the thyroid, I am healthy and continue to enjoy my life as I did before the surgery, only with a greater appreciation.

The past six years of my life have not been without challenges, no life is. I've experienced what has sometimes felt like more than my share of disappointments, setbacks, and heartbreaks, but I've also had many amazing experiences. For instance, witnessing my niece and nephew graduate from high school and head to college in the same year, dancing in my first national ballroom competition, winning first-place honors at a national ballroom competition, attending the White House Christmas tour for the first time, taking horseback riding lessons, and being treated to a trip to the lake for my birthday. And I know that many more wonderful adventures await me.

So, today I am choosing to celebrate my life and all that I am grateful for. I am profoundly grateful for this day. I am grateful that I am alive to experience all the wonder and majesty and beauty of this earth and universe. I am grateful that I am now strong and healthy, and getting stronger and healthier every day. I am grateful for my family. I am grateful for friends. I am grateful that I had the opportunity to spend this evening with friends I haven't seen in a while, sharing a meal and much laughter, simply enjoying each other's presence as we celebrated one of our friend's birthing a new person into this world.

Life is a precious gift—the best one you'll ever get. Cherish every moment of it.

My External World is Only a Mirror—I Can Change What I See

I feel as if I've spent lot of time today, a lot of time this week, in meditation. Not always sitting still, sometimes I go for meditative walks in nature. I've learned over the years that it's easy for me to quiet my thoughts or even become aware of my thoughts while walking. For me, taking a walk through a nearby park, or at the lake, and especially the beach, almost immediately bring on a sense of calm.

I am learning to take note of my feelings and emotions in any moment. It's the first step to being able to direct them so they no longer control me. I no longer wish to let myself be triggered into negative thinking or negativity by external circumstances or other people. As I become more aware of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, and notice what I also happen to be experiencing in my external environment, I am coming to accept as true the teachings of people like Neville Goddard, Joseph Murphy, Genevieve Behrend—that something in me is the cause of my experiences; rather than my experiences being the cause of what's happening within me.

Like the apostle Paul, I make no claims to have apprehended all that there is to know and understand about life/human existence, nor do I claim to be at all times in full control of my behavior, thoughts, or emotions. Yet, I do daily make the effort to remove my focus from any past mistakes or unpleasant events, and focus on what I am thinking, feeling, and experiencing in the moment. And if I notice or feel that I have lost focus of the person I choose to be at that moment or the goals/dreams I choose to accomplish, I make the necessary shifts to get back into alignment.

It isn’t easy. There are certain people and/or situations I encounter or have encountered that I allow to trigger me to feel all sorts of ick!—sad, irritated, panicked, upset, angry, frustrated, ashamed, guilty. Heaviness might be a better word, since "bad" connotes judgment, and I've also decided I no longer want to eat of the tree of good and evil by living in judgment. There are some events I've experienced in my past that I may likely always react to with heavier emotions if I decide to dwell on them. But I do prefer to experience lighter feelings like joy, peace, calm, assurance, etc. For some events, like the death of my oldest and youngest brothers, one of my nephews, and, most recently, my dad, I am learning to shift focus more quickly away from their deaths and feelings of loss to all the wonderful experiences I shared with them during their life time here, in this realm. Much lighter.

In any event, my mother, whom I love dearly, just happens to be among those people who  seem to trigger heavy emotions in me, sometimes. My reaction to her words or actions was like a reflex; until about a week or so ago when I realized I can choose to respond differently. I can choose to laugh. I can choose to sing a song. I can choose anything other than "ick."

To be honest, this isn't a new realization, I just haven't consistently been exercising my right to make that choice in those instances when the opportunity arose. And that's okay, because there are times when I do like feeling pissed off! I fully appreciate my humanity as much as my spiritual nature. But joy does feel so much better/more joyful/lighter and it helps to draw myriad wonderful experiences into my life.

This week, in addition to choosing a different response, I am choosing to address the cause and ask: “What in me is creating what I am experiencing in relationship to her?”

Much like a mirror reflects back to us our physical form, the people we encounter and the experiences or circumstances we encounter—the ones we like and the ones we don’t—are only reflecting back to us who we are within, our state of being. Whatever we see or don’t see is revealing something to us about ourselves. In his book, The Law and the Promise, Neville Goddard writes:

To attempt to change circumstances before you change your imaginal activity, is to struggle against the very nature of things. There can be no outer change until there is first an imaginal change. Everything you do, unaccompanied by an imaginal change, is but futile readjustment of surfaces.

I suppose then that you can liken attempts to change your external world without first changing your internal world, to attempting to change the image you see in the mirror, or a photo of yourself, rather than changing physical body both are reflecting. From a practical standpoint, changing the mirror image is simply impossible; changing the photo delusional unless it’s your intent to use the altered photo as visual motivation to get to work changing your physical body. And there are hosts of metaphysical teachers, including Neville, who would argue that you can never hope to permanently change even your physical body until you truly change the image of it you have within. Because I have personal experience with this, I agree.

Getting back to my mother or anyone else who I allow or have allowed to trigger my heavy emotions, this evening as I sat and meditated, I felt grateful for the opportunity to see what's really lurking within me as revealed through my mom. That which I am aware of about myself, I can easily change, if I choose, by changing my thoughts and feelings about myself. That which I am not aware of, I have no possibility of changing.

This may seem difficult to believe, it was for me when I first heard it and I still struggle with it, but external factors—other people, circumstances, events—are never really the cause of how you feel. You are.

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"If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change." Wayne Dyer

"Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves." Carl Jung

Happy Easter—Exploring the Great Mystery with Neville Goddard

In celebration of Easter, I am posting the following lecture by Neville Goddard: The Great Mystery. In this talk given in 1968, Neville discusses the significance of the death and Resurrection of Christ and how it might be practically experienced and celebrated in your life, beyond the chocolate bunnies, decorated eggs, and sugar-laden Peeps. Enjoy!

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THE GREAT MYSTERY, Neville Goddard, 4-12-1968

Easter Sunday is the day the world celebrates the greatest mystery of the Christian faith. I use the word "mystery" advisedly, for in the Book of Mark, Jesus turns to his disciples and says: "To you it has been given to know the mystery of God, but to those outside, everything is in parables." (Mark 4) Here we see that the mystery of God is revealed from within, while the story of God is told as a parable to those on the outside. A parable is a story told as though it were true, leaving the one who hears it to discover its fictitious character and learn its lesson. On Good Friday, possibly hundreds of millions of people will attend the three-hour service. An equal number—and maybe even a greater number—will go to Easter service on Sunday, not knowing they are worshiping a parable which must be experienced from within to be known.

Paul said: "Great indeed is the mystery of our religion." This is not something to be kept as a secret, but is mysterious in character. Its mystery is not easily accepted. We are told in the Book of John that many followers could not accept his words. They left never to walk with him again. (John 6)

The Christian world celebrates Good Friday as the day Jesus died, yet scripture tells us this is not true. In the Book of Galatians, Paul states: "I have been crucified with Christ; nevertheless it is not I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." (Galatians 2) You could hang on the cross forever, and not experience the death of the Son of God. Matthew, Mark, and Luke, record his death as taking place when "He cried again with a loud voice and yielded his spirit. And behold the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and all the rocks were split." (Matthew 27;Mark 15; Luke 23)

There are two sides to the coin of the Easter celebration. The yielding of the spirit, and the severance of the body of God. "I have been crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I but Christ who is within me. And the life I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave himself for me." God gives himself to you the moment the curtain is torn. Spirit fell from unity into diversity, into a world of generation and death. But when your spiritual body is split in two, spirit takes your individuality with him and once more ascends into unity and regeneration. This is the true story of Good Friday. The world, however, will not believe it. Looking on the outside, they hear the parable and believe it is a fact.

Now, as the disciples entered the tomb, a young man sitting at the right said: "You seek Jesus who was crucified? He has risen and is no longer here. See the place where they laid him." This statement discloses the fact that Jesus has risen, as well as the place of the resurrection. But no effort is made to describe how he rose or when it happened. In these two statements we find a fantastic mystery, which I hope to unfold for you from experience. But first, I want to explain what I mean by calling those into my circle and teaching them from within.

This week I received two letters. In the first letter, the lady dreamed she was summoned to me, to discover others were there. Calling her and two others to me, I said: "I must die." They were so delighted with the news, and as she turned to tell the others, she awoke. The following night, one of the friends in her dream found herself with two others, being taught a new language by me and making an effort to understand and learn from me. She awoke, wrote it down, and returned to sleep—to discover that now the three were linked together, as they attempted to speak the language. I was standing off to one side, helping whenever they needed it. Again she awoke and recorded the dream. And again she closed her eyes, re-entered the dream, to discover that now the three of them were one. I stood before them, called them forward, and said: "I must die to the flesh in order to live in you. From now on you will find me within."

On this level these dreams are a parable, a story of the inner man, which—falling into diversity, is separate, linked together in the search for the cause of all life, ultimately discovering the unity of all. It is true. It is necessary that I die, but I have already. On the 8th day of April, 1960, I died to all generation. My creative powers have now turned into regeneration and now, night after night, I beget on the higher level.

It is said, that as he cried the loudest, he yielded his spirit; and the curtain of the temple was torn from top to bottom, the rocks were split, and the earth shook. This is true. When my spiritual body was split, I felt every little vertebra of my spine separate. Then, like a serpent, I moved up into the Holy of Holies. This is how your creative power, called the Son of man, is lifted up. In his 12th chapter, John tells us: "When I am lifted up from the earth, I draw all men to me." The evangelist who is telling the story added this remark: “He said this to show by what means he would die." This is not true. He said this to disclose the kind of death that would be his.

Only by yielding the spirit, can you die and ascend into a new being. You must draw yourself into yourself, otherwise you will hang on the cross forever.

Everyone is hanging on the cross, manifesting the flesh. Having been crucified with Christ, it is not the flesh which lives, but Christ, who lives in a fleshly garment. The life you now live in the flesh you live by faith in the Son of God, who loved you and gave himself for you. I remember the moment I cried out—splitting the curtain, and finding myself part of that pool of golden, liquid light at the base of my spine. Then I moved up into the Holy of Holies.

One man fell into diversity. Now asleep, he sees millions of others and does not realize they are himself pushed out. The lady saw three others, separate and individualized, then linked together, and finally one. Well, multiply three a million times, and you will see multitudes, all separate. Then the linking, the meshing, the weaving, of one thought into another; and finally the unity of all.

These marvelous experiences did not take place on this level; and if you try to interpret them as something that will happen here, you go amiss. When you meet me at night, it is because you have conjured me out of the depths of your own being. I am always with you, but not on this level. I died in 1960, and from that day on I have revealed the secrets of God from within.

We are all on this cross, but we have not died, for only God dies. It is God who is speaking in William Blake's beautiful statement: "Unless I die thou cans't not live. But if I die I shall arise again and thou with me. Would thou love one who never died for thee? Or ever die for one who had not died for thee? And if God dieth not for Man and gives himself eternally for Man, Man could not exist.” 

So God dies, and everyone who is raised becomes one with him. You know me as a person, but I am one with God, so in that sense I died. I have to die to the flesh in order to lie in you. From now on you will find me within, not without.

The parable the Christian world will celebrate on Easter Sunday belongs to this level, but its meaning is within. Walking with you on the outside, I eat and drink and do all the normal things of life here. If you ask anything of me, I will do it for you. But when you meet me in the depth of your own being, I will be teaching the spirit. Good Friday and Easter are two great mysteries.

Good Friday comes first in the parable, but scripture tells us that the first is last, and the last is first. This is true, for the resurrection, which we celebrate on Sunday, is the first of the great events.

In fact, two events take place that very moment: the awakening within and the departure of your spiritual body from the tomb. "In a moment, in the twinkle of an eye, at the last trumpet all will be changed into the imperishable one." This is the great eschatological trumpet of the 27th chapter of Isaiah. When this great trumpet sounds, all those who entered the land of Egypt will be called back to worship in Jerusalem. The word "trumpet"means "reverberation." There is a peculiar reverberation that takes place. You feel as though every bone in your skull is breaking but instead, you awaken within yourself, come out to leave your tomb empty. That is your spiritual birth!

The Easter story begins with the resurrection. God is buried in you and this is the story of his seed. "Unless a seed falls into the earth and dies it remains alone, but if it dies it brings forth much." Here is the story of life through death. God dies for your salvation. His death is your redemption. He was with you from the beginning, experiencing all of your pain and joy. But when he gives up this world the curtain is split, and as he is lifted up he takes himself—now individualized—with him. That is your ascension. Now, the resurrection is not the ascension. Your resurrection and birth from above come first. This is followed by the ascension nine months later.

To the Christian world this is only a parable, for they have not stirred themselves to question it. And not everyone who hears the truth will believe it, because they have not been called to hear it—and that goes from the Pope down.

No matter what name man calls himself, or what robes he clothes himself in, he is sound asleep. Anyone who believes in a man who lived two thousand years ago, thinks things happen on the outside, and has no desire to question the meaning behind the parable. But one day, a man will know from experience that everything is taking place within. That the world is but a mirror, reflecting that which is within. So her vision was perfect. It started with separation, then—linking together—it ended with unification.

I have told you the great mystery of the crucifixion. Every child born of woman has been crucified with Christ. But only when his spiritual body is split, does Christ die to the flesh. Today I read the work of a brilliant scholar who stated he thought it was merciful that Jesus only had to suffer three hours. Here is a man who knows his Greek, Latin, and Hebrew backwards, but cannot see the mystery behind the parable. He added the thought that they did not break his bones because scripture had to be fulfilled, yet he hasn't the slightest concept as to what that means. Bones represent the law of God which cannot be broken by man. It is the law of the identical harvest. Jesus is the fulfillment of the law and the promise, but those who worship the parable think the bones of his feet were not broken so that scripture may be fulfilled.

God's law was established in the beginning, as everything must bear fruit after its own kind. If it's a pear tree, it bears pears; a plum tree bears plums, and an apple tree, apples. Bones represent the law of identical harvest. Assuming you are known or unknown, wanted or unwanted, wealthy or poor, your assumption is your seed and because of God's law you will bring forth that which you have assumed you are. So when Jesus Christ had risen, the curtain had been torn and he had left this sphere. But having left this law behind, they could not break his bones.

A great scholar sees everything on the outside and therefore speaks of a parable. But you have been given to know the mystery of the kingdom of heaven. Not everyone will receive it, so it is offered to more than can accept it. There will always be a remnant, however, who will understand and believe; and that is how we go up.

In the lady's vision, she saw how protean I am. First there were three, then linked together they became one. In that same way I am part of your being, always speaking to you from within. And when you see me in vision, I will not be talking about this visible garment I wear, or when I will depart from it, for no one knows the hour or the day. When asked: "Teach us the number of our days," no reply was given (Psalm 39). If anyone tries to tell you they know when you will depart, do not believe them.

It is my desire that everyone will soon celebrate the splitting of the spiritual temple and move into an entirely different world to exercise a power of which mortal man knows not of. I can't explain this power, but it is in my head. I can move mountains by simply exercising it as this power is my very being. Hearing it in my head, I control it there. My five senses have synthesized into a power so great I can do anything, and as I exercise this power it grows and grows and grows. It has been eight years since God died, and since that time I have grown in power, grown in wisdom, and expanded in the bosom of God. It is my prayer that you will know it, too.

Now let us go into the silence.

Something Wonderful is Happening