A
Call to Arms
A
Message from "The Voice"
When
you were small oh how you wondered about so many things. The tress,
the plants, the animals, all fascinated you with their amazing
qualities. Do you remember waking down to the bakery to smell the
bread? Do you remember insects flying through the tall grass of the
fields you played in? Do you remember the feelings then, rich as
they were, powerful and frightening at the same time? Do you
remember the sad times, the glad times, the times you cried and the
times you sighed? Do you remember the first time I said “I love
you,” and the last time, and the one before that? Do you remember
all the mysteries you set out to uncover, to get to the bottom of –
as I know you could?
Yes,
you were amazing then, were you not? So full of life, willing to
explore anything, willing to just go for the heck of it. When did it
all change, this great interest of yours? When did we see its
decline? Around the time of that first emotional pain, was it not?
Oh yes, and many blows after that. These were the hurts that closed
you up and caused you to suffocate. Do you see how this all began,
this journey of self-discovery? It took you out on a long road of
experiencing, around many curves and bends, down through many valleys
and up and over many hills.
Never
boring was it? Do you recall? Of course you do, living it all
through your body as it were. Such a peaceful romp, a gentle
‘travail’, when the winds were manageable and no pain was at
hand. But when the blows struck, oh how painful they felt. Difficult
to bear, wouldn’t you agree? But you took it all, as did most of
you. You took it because at some level you saw it as your cross to
bear.
Perhaps
you thought Jesus the Christ was the only sufferer worthy of note.
But I say to you, you’ve all been there, suffering your slings and
arrows of outrageous fortune. No one was deprived of this experience,
a gesture of mercy some say, handed down from above, to allow you to
learn what had been taught by the Masters. Jesus was only one of
these, a great teacher immortalized in your history books and sacred
writings.
Yes,
Jesus did travel the path, the road of trials, unto his death and
subsequent resurrection. Today you might say ‘upliftment’ and
mercy unto the Father who helped him to his feet. Jesus was not lost,
only afraid, that was all, as many of you have been in your own
suffering.
This
path you chose was replete with such sorrows, similar to his in kind
and yet, you never knew this comparison could exist. But it does and
also shines favorably upon you all. You have all done your best,
your duty so to speak and I applaud you as I did him. He sought out
his wretched sorrows as you have yours, because he had chosen them,
as have you. You were not undiscovered creatures in your sets of
circumstances, you created each instance with the abandon of a
General who knew what his/her troops needed to learn. Don’t be
ashamed of your moral dilemmas, your uncertainties or so-call sins.
These were all of a particular design, for a particular purpose you
had chosen to bring about.
Why
would you choose such dire circumstances, some will ask? To learn, I
would say to you – to learn all those lessons you believed you
needed to learn. Who was I to say that it needn’t be so, when your
soul had already commanded it to be thus? It was for a grand purpose
after all, to strengthen your heart, to bring about redemption if so
pleased. These were your circumstances and choices to wrestle with
and favor, as you saw fit. I understood this was your task, your
journey to be fulfilled. You apprised me so.
So
when you set out, I wished you well, standing on the threshold of
Home, so to speak; to bid you farewell, knowing it would be some time
before your return. I was sad as it were, given my part in all
things. As your Father/Mother I had to let go, to let you go and
discover for yourself life’s gentle mercies and life’s tragic
prose. You chose, you selected, you undertook your tasks and did
them well. I am proud.
This
I can say for certain. You are my chosen ones who I sent forth to
gather the flock and bring my people home. No everyone can do this
as many of you have now perceived. Not many are willing to undertake
such a task. It was left to you. The road of sacrifice may be soon
forgotten, but that pain one acquired along the way lingers on and
tempers the character growing within. Yes, you have suffered, but oh
how you’ve grown, into that most magnificent of beings that you all
are and are still becoming. You are my standing army, awaiting its
next call.
It
is here my friends, my brethren, for children you are no longer. I
can see that now. In the fires of your darkness and difficulties now
left behind, you have forged yourselves into a might army, fit for a
Kind, of which I am. And I come to you now, my gentle giants, and ask
that you behold the tender mercies of love all about you and
underfoot. The world has need of your influence now. We have need
of your hot pursuit. The flock is restless and the wolves, now
desperate, are closing in. They must be stopped! They must be held
at bay!
Can
you see your tasks now my loved ones? Can you see your purpose
ahead? Can you see that your cross has born you to a task that is of
this particular kind? Your sufferings taught you many things about
love, life and the pursuit of happiness. They teach you about who you
are and what you have won. Your sorrows were for certain the part of
your path well-intended to serve you in all the ways that a good
school can prepare.
You
teach history when you know about history. You teach love when that
has been your greatest prize. You teach all of that which you know,
as you have lived and gained its full measure. You teach what has
been personal to you.
Jesus
taught what was at hand. He lived what he taught and shared all he
learned. He did this for love and for the betterment of his clan.
They needed his lessons as do your friends today. They need to hear
about that which is hard won in life’s emotional battlefield.
These lessons are enduring because they have been lived to the core.
This is how you make tempered steel my loved ones, you win it in the
heat of one’s own life.
The
time is here my fellow travelers, to share that which you know. The
time is here to open up and let yourselves glow. You all have The
Pulse vibrating within, tuned to my broadcast and received through
your heart. Let it activate and have it show you where you can begin.
And let the Great Creator be with you now and always. Know that you
are blessed. Know that you are loved. And know that I am with you
forever.
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