This E-mail from my teacher…
Inspire me
Enrich me
Feed me
Where are you?
I want your words!
xo,
Anakha
If we align ourselves with one side
or the other, we will lose our chance
to work for peace. Reconciliation
requires understanding both sides
in order to bring about peace.
~ author unknown ~
GURU: Gee, yoU Are yoU ~ Rev. Berry Dennis
I am the Guru working for peace…
I am the Guru working for light…
I am the Guru working for spirit…
I am the Guru working for loves presences…
I am the Guru working for the Karmic Lords…
I am the Guru working for the Ascended Masters…
Why are you doing this work? I asked myself...
I want to cooperate fully with the Universe. I want to be in the flow of loves presences. I love Yeshua. I am radiant love. I am the lover. I am the sacred fire. My belly is on fire. I have the power to heal. Yeshua commands my heart. When I show up as the Guru that I am, I’m stepping out of the mundane, cripple body.
Write into the essences of Manasseh… Who is Manasseh?
Radiant light
Radiant love
Caring
Compassionate
Lover
Seeking the lover
Intuitive
Healer
Psychic
Way-shower
Open hearted
Radical honest
Peaceful
Peacemaker
Wisdom minded
Seeking wisdom
Crabby when tired
The sacred fire
My truth is raw
I slobber
I drool
I shuffle
I walked with a gate
My speech is slur
My mind is sharp
My heart is opened
I show up
Do people want to see me?
I don’t care
I just show up
I speak my truth
I walked my walk
I danced my dance
I rock my world.
I am Manasseh
Love and Blessings
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Radiant Light
I am here to show up as radiant light.
Light the world, I see.
I am here to show up, only all I came here to be.
I am here to show to you, the blessing that I am.
I am here to show to you, will you understand Radiant light
Come to this world, come to you, my friend
Come right here, come on down into this light, my friend
It’s all I ever known to give away
This light that shines through me, both night and day
I am here to give you,
Who I am, will you understand?
Do you understand?
And I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
Yes, I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
I am here as the light of creation
Shinning in everything
Shinning through my heart
Shinning through my hands
Shinning through my everything
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Oh, just receive me
Oh, will you receive me
Oh, just receive me
I am all the light shine through me
From the beginning of time
I am here to let it be
I am radiant light and I let it shine on me
I am radiant light and I let it shine through me
I am radiant light, let it shine through me.
Lyrics By Michael Stillwater
Prayers that pack a punch!
1. This is good for me and Heaven will grant it. Beloved Yeshua to be my guide.
2. I bless and bless and bless and Praise and Praise and Praise the sleepwalking gods, people who annoy me
3. The Divine Idea, I will show up as radiant light and radiant love.
4. I Forgive Marti, Christine, and the LDS Church.
I Forgive Song
I forgive I forgive I forgive
I forgive and I just let you live
I let you be who you are
And that is a shinning star
In God’s Heaven!
Rev. Francis Lancaster
Okay, so they're not my words, but they written for me.
Light the world, I see.
I am here to show up, only all I came here to be.
I am here to show to you, the blessing that I am.
I am here to show to you, will you understand Radiant light
Come to this world, come to you, my friend
Come right here, come on down into this light, my friend
It’s all I ever known to give away
This light that shines through me, both night and day
I am here to give you,
Who I am, will you understand?
Do you understand?
And I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
Yes, I’m ready to meet you
If you are ready to meet me
I am here as the light of creation
Shinning in everything
Shinning through my heart
Shinning through my hands
Shinning through my everything
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Radiant light to shine upon you, now
Oh, just receive me
Oh, will you receive me
Oh, just receive me
I am all the light shine through me
From the beginning of time
I am here to let it be
I am radiant light and I let it shine on me
I am radiant light and I let it shine through me
I am radiant light, let it shine through me.
Lyrics By Michael Stillwater
Prayers that pack a punch!
1. This is good for me and Heaven will grant it. Beloved Yeshua to be my guide.
2. I bless and bless and bless and Praise and Praise and Praise the sleepwalking gods, people who annoy me
3. The Divine Idea, I will show up as radiant light and radiant love.
4. I Forgive Marti, Christine, and the LDS Church.
I Forgive Song
I forgive I forgive I forgive
I forgive and I just let you live
I let you be who you are
And that is a shinning star
In God’s Heaven!
Rev. Francis Lancaster
Okay, so they're not my words, but they written for me.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Mystical Activism 2005 - 2006 - December Homework Assignment
The following is a paper, written in December of 2005. Some noticeable highlights as you read... The first glimpse of Peter dealings with his alter-ego, Manasseh (they're my dealings with Manasseh)... My disrespectful attitude towards the former church I'd attented... Also, a lot of heartache and pain. Interesting read... Enjoy.
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“Martie is going to kill me!” I thought to myself. “No, she won’t,” answer a voice from inside my head. “Why do you think that?” “Because, I haven’t done my homework assignment that is due in January.” “Big procrastinator,” reply the voice. “Yea, but I did go home on Saturday night in December’s MA weekend, and I logon to Papa Ji’s website and read all about him.” I told the voice. “Yes, but you didn’t write your reflection paper on Papa Ji,” said the voice.
“Hey!” I cried out. “You better not be the same voice, that told me, I was going to married Kay when I was a practicing Mormon. I told you, to leave me alone and never speak to me ever again.” No reply came from the voice from my head. “Hmmm,” I thought, “something fishy.” I waited a minute and nothing else happen, so I went on about my business.
It have been about two years since I have left the Mormon Church and set out on my new spiritual path. Happiness had returned to my presents. New people had entered into my life and had brought gifts of knowledge. Two years ago, I would not have any kind of contact with, what members of the Mormon Church called, “Woo Woo people.” Prejudice and labeling seems so remote to me, now. I’m happy to report; I am one of those “Woo Woo people.”
As I reflect back on the days when I was involved with the Mormon Church, they give you the gift of “The Holy Ghost,” when you’re baptize into the Church. The Holy Ghost is sometimes referred to as the still small voice, when cultivated after a number of years, will begin to speak to you, in my case, as a voice inside my head. Could I have imaged this voice? Was I insane or mad? I don’t know. All I remembered, was my feelings were shut down and my heart closed off. I was taught you obey the commandments of God, and the still small voice. The Holy Ghost will never lead you astray.
In my view, the Holy Ghost will make you miserable if you’re not doing what you’re suppose to do, i.e. Keeping the “Mormon” commandments of God. I had many feelings and desires I wanted to express, but I wasn’t allowed to, this according to the dogmatic laws of the church. You were not allowed to feel or express anything from you heart, this could lead to “temptation and sin.” The leadership of church always taught you to listen to the voice of the Holy Ghost.
I observe many single members of the Mormon Church going through “the revolving door” of marriage. Single members would marry, only to find themselves back in the singles program of the church, after a short few months of marriage. Then, I would hear they have gone right back into another marriage. I was not exempt to the revolving door of marriage and divorce. Of course, there were those that were told by “the voice” they would marry someone only to have their desires dash against the rocks of reality. The other party didn’t reciprocate or was told, they’re not the one, by “the voice.” Such as the case with Kay Murphy. I was told; I’d was not the one for her by the Holy Ghost.
How barbaric is this thought? Being told by imagery voice, not to love another human soul to cover up feelings of the heart and to with hold the expression of love is nothing short of pride and prejudice. No wonder the mystic, Andrew Harvey is so verbal against self-righteous religion. Four years ago, I curse myself and the god who wrote this law of pride and prejudice.
“What do you mean; you curse yourself and the god who wrote the law of pride and prejudice? That doesn’t make sense,” said the voice, returning again.
“Ahh, you’re back. Are you here to help me write my reflection paper?” I asked the voice.
“Martie is going to think either you’re insane or you cannot write proper sentence structure. Why are dragging me, the voice inside your head, into this paper?” asked the voice.
“I’m writing whatever goes through my mind,” I told the voice.
“I think you’re just filling space,” said the voice. “Besides, your flingers on the keyboard can never keep up with your mind. So, it is futile to write down everything that goes through your mind. You need to turn the TV off and call you mother for the information you need.”
I did turn off the TV and I did called my mother. Actually, I talked to my Dad. He going to call me back with the information I needed.
“See, what did I tell you? It’s been at least 30 minutes since you had those thoughts. It takes you even more time to check your spelling, grammar and punctuation on the computer. Your will never keep up with your mind, no matter how hard you try.”
“I can always slow you down,” I told the voice.
“No, you can’t! You only choose what you’re going put down on paper. In your case, typing on to a electronic file, which holds your thoughts and ideas. I’m going to leave you now. But, before I do, you need to clarify your statement as to why did you curse yourself and the Universe for an idea that God had nothing to do with.”
“I didn’t curse the Universe!”
“Yes, you did. Are you, yourself a part of the Universe? You curse yourself you curse the Universe. You curse Kay, you curse the Universe.”
“Hey, wait a minute! I never said, that I curse Kay.”
“You said, you curse the god who wrote the thought or idea of pride and prejudice. Peter dear, pride and prejudice is not a law; it’s a choice. Kay rejected you of her own free will and choice. Kay could not hold you in her heart.”
“What! What do you mean she couldn’t hold me in her heart? Where did this idea come from?” I demanded to know.
“Perhaps, another time. I need to go. You need to go. May be, you can meditate on it.”
“Wait! You can’t leave me now. Who are you anyway?”
“Good-bye dear one,”
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“Martie is going to kill me!” I thought to myself. “No, she won’t,” answer a voice from inside my head. “Why do you think that?” “Because, I haven’t done my homework assignment that is due in January.” “Big procrastinator,” reply the voice. “Yea, but I did go home on Saturday night in December’s MA weekend, and I logon to Papa Ji’s website and read all about him.” I told the voice. “Yes, but you didn’t write your reflection paper on Papa Ji,” said the voice.
“Hey!” I cried out. “You better not be the same voice, that told me, I was going to married Kay when I was a practicing Mormon. I told you, to leave me alone and never speak to me ever again.” No reply came from the voice from my head. “Hmmm,” I thought, “something fishy.” I waited a minute and nothing else happen, so I went on about my business.
It have been about two years since I have left the Mormon Church and set out on my new spiritual path. Happiness had returned to my presents. New people had entered into my life and had brought gifts of knowledge. Two years ago, I would not have any kind of contact with, what members of the Mormon Church called, “Woo Woo people.” Prejudice and labeling seems so remote to me, now. I’m happy to report; I am one of those “Woo Woo people.”
As I reflect back on the days when I was involved with the Mormon Church, they give you the gift of “The Holy Ghost,” when you’re baptize into the Church. The Holy Ghost is sometimes referred to as the still small voice, when cultivated after a number of years, will begin to speak to you, in my case, as a voice inside my head. Could I have imaged this voice? Was I insane or mad? I don’t know. All I remembered, was my feelings were shut down and my heart closed off. I was taught you obey the commandments of God, and the still small voice. The Holy Ghost will never lead you astray.
In my view, the Holy Ghost will make you miserable if you’re not doing what you’re suppose to do, i.e. Keeping the “Mormon” commandments of God. I had many feelings and desires I wanted to express, but I wasn’t allowed to, this according to the dogmatic laws of the church. You were not allowed to feel or express anything from you heart, this could lead to “temptation and sin.” The leadership of church always taught you to listen to the voice of the Holy Ghost.
I observe many single members of the Mormon Church going through “the revolving door” of marriage. Single members would marry, only to find themselves back in the singles program of the church, after a short few months of marriage. Then, I would hear they have gone right back into another marriage. I was not exempt to the revolving door of marriage and divorce. Of course, there were those that were told by “the voice” they would marry someone only to have their desires dash against the rocks of reality. The other party didn’t reciprocate or was told, they’re not the one, by “the voice.” Such as the case with Kay Murphy. I was told; I’d was not the one for her by the Holy Ghost.
How barbaric is this thought? Being told by imagery voice, not to love another human soul to cover up feelings of the heart and to with hold the expression of love is nothing short of pride and prejudice. No wonder the mystic, Andrew Harvey is so verbal against self-righteous religion. Four years ago, I curse myself and the god who wrote this law of pride and prejudice.
“What do you mean; you curse yourself and the god who wrote the law of pride and prejudice? That doesn’t make sense,” said the voice, returning again.
“Ahh, you’re back. Are you here to help me write my reflection paper?” I asked the voice.
“Martie is going to think either you’re insane or you cannot write proper sentence structure. Why are dragging me, the voice inside your head, into this paper?” asked the voice.
“I’m writing whatever goes through my mind,” I told the voice.
“I think you’re just filling space,” said the voice. “Besides, your flingers on the keyboard can never keep up with your mind. So, it is futile to write down everything that goes through your mind. You need to turn the TV off and call you mother for the information you need.”
I did turn off the TV and I did called my mother. Actually, I talked to my Dad. He going to call me back with the information I needed.
“See, what did I tell you? It’s been at least 30 minutes since you had those thoughts. It takes you even more time to check your spelling, grammar and punctuation on the computer. Your will never keep up with your mind, no matter how hard you try.”
“I can always slow you down,” I told the voice.
“No, you can’t! You only choose what you’re going put down on paper. In your case, typing on to a electronic file, which holds your thoughts and ideas. I’m going to leave you now. But, before I do, you need to clarify your statement as to why did you curse yourself and the Universe for an idea that God had nothing to do with.”
“I didn’t curse the Universe!”
“Yes, you did. Are you, yourself a part of the Universe? You curse yourself you curse the Universe. You curse Kay, you curse the Universe.”
“Hey, wait a minute! I never said, that I curse Kay.”
“You said, you curse the god who wrote the thought or idea of pride and prejudice. Peter dear, pride and prejudice is not a law; it’s a choice. Kay rejected you of her own free will and choice. Kay could not hold you in her heart.”
“What! What do you mean she couldn’t hold me in her heart? Where did this idea come from?” I demanded to know.
“Perhaps, another time. I need to go. You need to go. May be, you can meditate on it.”
“Wait! You can’t leave me now. Who are you anyway?”
“Good-bye dear one,”
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Kundalini Golf
Is golf a spiritual practice?
My Dad bends down and places a golf ball on to a wooden tea. A golf ball is a one and a half inch diameter sphere, usually white, covered with tiny dimples embedded into a sealed plastic surface. He takes one of his clubs and addresses the golf ball. By addressing the golf ball, Dad spreads his legs apart; he then bends his back at the base of the spin. Without taking his eyes off the ball, he lines his club up with the ball.
Dad begins his swing by retracting his club back over and behind his head. With all of his force, he brings his club back around his body. He does this repeatedly until the ball reaches the green. Dad than bends at the waist, griping a putter in his hands, he taps the ball into the cup.
Kundalini is the spiritual energy release into the body by bending and twisting of the spin at the pelvis. Dad may be unaware of the kundalini chorusing through his body, he’s in vibrant health at the ripe old age of 81. Dad has been playing golf since the day I was born. Fifty years of Kundalini golf must be good for an old men’s body.
Remember, its doesn’t matter where the golf ball goes, or how long it takes to hit the golf ball into the cup. All that matter, is the excise of walking upon the green carpet of mother earth, breathing in the crisp air. And the raising kundalini within the body.
I was in ignorance back in my Mormon days. I thought the game of golf was totally waste of time and energy. Golf is my Dad’s church. Golf is my Dad’s spiritual practice.
Love and Blessing Dad.
My Dad bends down and places a golf ball on to a wooden tea. A golf ball is a one and a half inch diameter sphere, usually white, covered with tiny dimples embedded into a sealed plastic surface. He takes one of his clubs and addresses the golf ball. By addressing the golf ball, Dad spreads his legs apart; he then bends his back at the base of the spin. Without taking his eyes off the ball, he lines his club up with the ball.
Dad begins his swing by retracting his club back over and behind his head. With all of his force, he brings his club back around his body. He does this repeatedly until the ball reaches the green. Dad than bends at the waist, griping a putter in his hands, he taps the ball into the cup.
Kundalini is the spiritual energy release into the body by bending and twisting of the spin at the pelvis. Dad may be unaware of the kundalini chorusing through his body, he’s in vibrant health at the ripe old age of 81. Dad has been playing golf since the day I was born. Fifty years of Kundalini golf must be good for an old men’s body.
Remember, its doesn’t matter where the golf ball goes, or how long it takes to hit the golf ball into the cup. All that matter, is the excise of walking upon the green carpet of mother earth, breathing in the crisp air. And the raising kundalini within the body.
I was in ignorance back in my Mormon days. I thought the game of golf was totally waste of time and energy. Golf is my Dad’s church. Golf is my Dad’s spiritual practice.
Love and Blessing Dad.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
The Identity Of Manasseh
Identify yourself! Who are you? What’s your name? What’s your title? What is your agenda? Who do you work for? What is in your heart right now? Who influence this blog?
My name is Manasseh. I am Manasseh.
My title is the mystic warrior. I’m not the only mystic warrior running around on the planet. There are others like me. We are also known as light warriors.
I also have other titles. I am a mystical healer. I am a instrument for Yeshua.
My agenda is to participate in the great healing work of all beings, as they awaken to their true natural state, and join the great Transcendence, which is about to place on the planet.
Who do I work for? I work for Spirit. That unseen realm of light beings, whose desire is nothing more than to bring the inhabitants of this blue marble into a higher state of consciousness. I work for the karma lords and ascended masters whose oversees the work of the rebirth of humanity.
My heart is overflowing with compassion. The state of love, forgiveness, compassion, generosity, gratitude, wisdom, and peace are my core values. If I’m out of alignment with one of these values, I’m out of alignment with my true source. That source is called by many names.
I am influenced by the writings of Anakha Shannon Coman. Of all the beings that I have encounter, no one has ever cause me to split open my heart like a pomegranate and to looked inside at the dark places.
I am asked to end this blog entry for the night. Love and Blessings to my beloved community.
My name is Manasseh. I am Manasseh.
My title is the mystic warrior. I’m not the only mystic warrior running around on the planet. There are others like me. We are also known as light warriors.
I also have other titles. I am a mystical healer. I am a instrument for Yeshua.
My agenda is to participate in the great healing work of all beings, as they awaken to their true natural state, and join the great Transcendence, which is about to place on the planet.
Who do I work for? I work for Spirit. That unseen realm of light beings, whose desire is nothing more than to bring the inhabitants of this blue marble into a higher state of consciousness. I work for the karma lords and ascended masters whose oversees the work of the rebirth of humanity.
My heart is overflowing with compassion. The state of love, forgiveness, compassion, generosity, gratitude, wisdom, and peace are my core values. If I’m out of alignment with one of these values, I’m out of alignment with my true source. That source is called by many names.
I am influenced by the writings of Anakha Shannon Coman. Of all the beings that I have encounter, no one has ever cause me to split open my heart like a pomegranate and to looked inside at the dark places.
I am asked to end this blog entry for the night. Love and Blessings to my beloved community.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
This Time, I Really Lost My Mind
30 minutes later…
I tried going to sleep… but my wouldn’t turn off. Oh, great! Here I am again, blogging at 1:30 am. I wonder if I can access him again?
Who?
Yeshua.
Who is that?
Uh oh, wrong guy. I guess I did blow it. He’s gone.
Who is gone?
Whom am I talking to?
To me, your imagination.
It’s almost two in the morning and I’m talking to myself. What a waste of time.
Like I said, time is a little relevance here. I am going straight to point before you crash. Do you know what channeling is?
Yes.
I choose you to channeled me, your Beloved.
Uh oh, my imagination wants me to channel Yeshua, the Beloved. I heard about these people who think they’re Jesus Christ, only to be diagnose with some sort of metal illness and are institutionalize for a brief time, then thrown out, on to the street, left homeless with nowhere to go and no one to love. No thank you. I think I will keep my sound mind.
You know in your heart this is what you came here to do. There are people on the planet who are compassionate healers, way-showing mystics, spiritual avatars and reincarnated masters. You are one of these, Manasseh. It’s now time to bring your full gifts to the world. There will be ample opportunity to practice your craft. It will become second nature to you. There is nothing to fear… to worry; I will always be by your side, above and below, all around and inside.
You sound like that New Thought song.
I know, I was the one who wrote the words to the song. Only the words got downloaded. I am going to leave you now. Your mind will turn off and you will fall a sleep.
I don’t feel tired. Some how, I feel energize. Oh well…
Love and Blessings
I tried going to sleep… but my wouldn’t turn off. Oh, great! Here I am again, blogging at 1:30 am. I wonder if I can access him again?
Who?
Yeshua.
Who is that?
Uh oh, wrong guy. I guess I did blow it. He’s gone.
Who is gone?
Whom am I talking to?
To me, your imagination.
It’s almost two in the morning and I’m talking to myself. What a waste of time.
Like I said, time is a little relevance here. I am going straight to point before you crash. Do you know what channeling is?
Yes.
I choose you to channeled me, your Beloved.
Uh oh, my imagination wants me to channel Yeshua, the Beloved. I heard about these people who think they’re Jesus Christ, only to be diagnose with some sort of metal illness and are institutionalize for a brief time, then thrown out, on to the street, left homeless with nowhere to go and no one to love. No thank you. I think I will keep my sound mind.
You know in your heart this is what you came here to do. There are people on the planet who are compassionate healers, way-showing mystics, spiritual avatars and reincarnated masters. You are one of these, Manasseh. It’s now time to bring your full gifts to the world. There will be ample opportunity to practice your craft. It will become second nature to you. There is nothing to fear… to worry; I will always be by your side, above and below, all around and inside.
You sound like that New Thought song.
I know, I was the one who wrote the words to the song. Only the words got downloaded. I am going to leave you now. Your mind will turn off and you will fall a sleep.
I don’t feel tired. Some how, I feel energize. Oh well…
Love and Blessings
Yeshua and Manasseh
I always wonder what life was like walking with Yeshua. My heart desire a glimpse of the incredible journey we had together. I put it out to the Universe to know a gifted medium – hypnotherapist for past lives regression.
I feel tired… I am out of control. It’s late and I’m blogging.
There is a part of me that knew Jesus Christ.
I don’t like that name… People have polluted the name of Christ.
People have profane the name… People have murder in that name.
He has told me, He is known by many names. Pick a name that will endear me to Him. He has told me, He has always been with me, and He has never left my side, no matter what I did or how I felt about myself. He has told me, He is my Spirit Guide. How can I go wrong with Him by my side?
I’m getting tired. I’m going mad… Mad with love for the Divine… Mad with compassion for ever human being. I lost my mind. All comprehension thought is gone. Now what do I do?
Turn off the TV and put on some trance music. No, Peter. Not the radio… Not Coast To Coast AM. I said trance music.
What is Trance music? Do I have any? What does it do?
Trance music put you into hypnotic state where the beloved is touchable… where the Divine is reachable… where the God is obtainable. That pile of CD’s in front of you next to the Mac. Grab that one with the earth as the eye. Play it.
Huh? Mac? What is a Mac?
Good! You are dead to the world. You silly goose. Your iMac, you computer.
I lost my mind. I can’t think straight. It’s midnight. Who’s writing this blog? This music is too weird for me. The beat is pounded in my head. Where am I? Where is God? Who is God? Help Anakha, I don’t know up from down. My head hurts.
This is good… this is very good. You are in a perfect state where I can mold you as clay. Peter, you know that poem by Rumi you stated in the last blog.
Yeah, what about it? What does Rumi mean?
You have been looking for me all of your life. Well, it’s time for you to know your truth. You cannot play coy anymore. You cannot run away and hide you head in the sand. You cannot escape your own destiny. Do you have the guts… do you have the courage to bring your full gifts out into the open?
What are you going to do with me?
The time for playing scared is over… The time for playing small is also over… The time to discover your talent is here now. I pick you. I’ve been watching. Why do you think you had so many Angel watching and grading you for the past fifty years? Just for pleasure? No. I have a purpose for you.
I’m sure you going to tell me what it is, because it’s one o’clock in morning. Way past my bedtime.
Time has no relevancy here. Hey Peter, where are going? Don’t blow it.
I’m going to bed. Good night.
Love and Blessings.
I feel tired… I am out of control. It’s late and I’m blogging.
There is a part of me that knew Jesus Christ.
I don’t like that name… People have polluted the name of Christ.
People have profane the name… People have murder in that name.
He has told me, He is known by many names. Pick a name that will endear me to Him. He has told me, He has always been with me, and He has never left my side, no matter what I did or how I felt about myself. He has told me, He is my Spirit Guide. How can I go wrong with Him by my side?
I’m getting tired. I’m going mad… Mad with love for the Divine… Mad with compassion for ever human being. I lost my mind. All comprehension thought is gone. Now what do I do?
Turn off the TV and put on some trance music. No, Peter. Not the radio… Not Coast To Coast AM. I said trance music.
What is Trance music? Do I have any? What does it do?
Trance music put you into hypnotic state where the beloved is touchable… where the Divine is reachable… where the God is obtainable. That pile of CD’s in front of you next to the Mac. Grab that one with the earth as the eye. Play it.
Huh? Mac? What is a Mac?
Good! You are dead to the world. You silly goose. Your iMac, you computer.
I lost my mind. I can’t think straight. It’s midnight. Who’s writing this blog? This music is too weird for me. The beat is pounded in my head. Where am I? Where is God? Who is God? Help Anakha, I don’t know up from down. My head hurts.
This is good… this is very good. You are in a perfect state where I can mold you as clay. Peter, you know that poem by Rumi you stated in the last blog.
Yeah, what about it? What does Rumi mean?
You have been looking for me all of your life. Well, it’s time for you to know your truth. You cannot play coy anymore. You cannot run away and hide you head in the sand. You cannot escape your own destiny. Do you have the guts… do you have the courage to bring your full gifts out into the open?
What are you going to do with me?
The time for playing scared is over… The time for playing small is also over… The time to discover your talent is here now. I pick you. I’ve been watching. Why do you think you had so many Angel watching and grading you for the past fifty years? Just for pleasure? No. I have a purpose for you.
I’m sure you going to tell me what it is, because it’s one o’clock in morning. Way past my bedtime.
Time has no relevancy here. Hey Peter, where are going? Don’t blow it.
I’m going to bed. Good night.
Love and Blessings.
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