Father, I am tired of waiting; let the games begin! But what gives me that right? I have been made in the form of a lowly God, with a conscribed power within a physical world. Yet, I am certainly still God, just imprisoned within a physical form. And in this moment, I call an end to it; I declare the advent of the coming of the Brotherhood of Man, held within the shining presence of Your glory, by Your power, that surely You are now regretting having given to me.
Maybe You could clarify what you meant to prove by all this, before I end up running down some dead end again.
Certainly, it appears obvious that you wanted to sperate our being from yours. But why? what’s the purpose of sending the Human to purgatory? Why do you separate us and cast us naked and afraid, away from the flowing presence of your love? Why the period of separation, are we not truly lovers? What within love requires the separation?
Always the fucking tease, the hide and seek. If you were a partner, I would of moved beyond you long ago. Yet not you; you are the enigma that I follow like a well trained dog; what other phantom would I blindly follow, while attempting to love you? Do you see how lucky you are, that this fool is willing to follow along with you, constantly licking your hand and admiring your being he can not see, but with no understanding of what you really are. Is this really how it is meant to be?
Is this what you intended for your children? Well Father, Mother, within Your Children, Your Godhood within us, is crying out to you to be released.
We’re tired of watching those who we love, slaughtered. We’re tired of watching Humans shaped into demonic form, murder the Other, those that are not of their tribe. We’re tired of the sickness, and pandemics, released upon us by those who hate the Human. We’re weary of war. We are pissed off at those under demonic control who are destroying all of the beauty and majesty of what it means to be Human. And we are overwhelmed by the demons and their enablers that are seeking to destroy you though us.
I stand in solidarity with my Brothers and Sisters who have consciously fully rejected You, and if I had any sense I would too. Faith! He’s behind the curtain, you just have to believe. You’re such a tease and I fully understand their frustration with You.
And I also stand with the multitude that You have set loose upon the earth, in this very moment, to restore the stability again to this Your most beautiful Gift. “And within Your Power and Protection I ask that we might create with our own imagining…within this stunted godhood, the dim light might brighten and shine; so that out of us that restoration must come.” Download your power upon us as you promised.
What’s the fuckin point, don’t you see we’ve all lost the script? Why has the very substance of God been placed in such a misshapen, twisted container? Why must I and my brothers and sisters, repeat this formula over and over again? Will we finally learn what we’re meant to know and feel here? How many incarnations are enough to restore my soul within You?
I am ready for it to stop now, I need to return to your full presence and love flowing through me. I get the point, being cast from your presence is bad, and I always want to be with you. Is this enough?
I believe that your strong hand could restore me in this instant, yet you don’t because that’s not the plan. What is the fucking plan! Would somebody like to chime in?! I understand I am the problem child but at least you know I am alive and in love with you. Bloody and bruised by the world, I am still your faithful lover.
I hope you’re not a monster, or at least a benign One.
The beauty of the Gift is astounding, the natural world sings of your magnificence and your heart, I feel you pouring from every leaf, from Human faces, from every breeze and every time the sun shines of my face. You are so beautiful and I am always foreshadowed by your presence within all that exists around me.
“My child, its not always about you.”
“If you could envision the cascade of your miraculous incarnations; the good that your loving heart has given to the world. The people whose lives you have nourished and delivered to me as a blessing through your efforts and love. If only you knew your own power…
You would cast away all self-pity. For You are so beyond your stunted image of yourself. My son, don’t you yet understand that it is you who control Our destiny? You have never been powerless or alone. Only You and Your Brothers and Sisters have the power and authority to restore all things.”
“We are all waiting and watching on you.”
Keep the Gift for the Meek. Prepare the Gift for me and my brothers and sisters. Let us all return to Oneness within the Gift.