“The ‘Highest One’ is that which is essentially unnamed. The ‘Highest One’ has no gender and no race. The ‘Highest One’ just is – representing soul consciousness in relentless and eternal transformation. The ‘Highest One’ is Creativity, Birth, Light, Beauty, Love as well as Disarray and Destruction, Mortal Death, Darkness, Ugliness, Fear ... nothing exists without the grace of the ‘Highest One’. The ‘Highest One’ is the non-existence of separation between entities, thought, speech and action. The ‘Highest One’ is the everlasting craving for oneness – entailing development, recycling and rejuvenation, always aspiring to more deeply realise the Oneness and to more frequently remember who one actually is. For we are expressions of the ‘Highest One’ – each and every one of us, here and in every physical and non-physical place in the Seven Universes and those yet to be created. The ‘Highest One’ is the very breath that we are born with, that which keeps us alive and that we give from us when we expire mortally ... and which we carry with us in soul energy back to the Interlife, and return with upon reincarnation ... until we no longer need to reincarnate. That ‘breath’ is the power of creation itself: the light and sound vibrations of the ‘Highest One’ – parcelled out to each and every entity in existence, and even those who we in a state of illusion think are not in existence. Every soul has the same basic purpose and desire: to surrender to the realisation that we are already – and have always been AND will always be – an expression of Divinity; of the ‘Highest One’. Those who choose to continue to exist in illusion choose themselves to recycle into a basic soul energy form that will be healed and reformed for further self-transformation. The true kingdom is the Kingdom Within, on an eternal and constant search for balance.”
Excerpt from “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel”, copyright 2008, Adam Donaldson Powell.
As we enter into 2009 I say to you – my readers - that we must proceed in love and with justice for all, and with courage and new creativity in thoughts, words and actions ... leaving behind our fears, our guilt as well as our complacency and our apathy. Do not fear the Antichrist, and do not await the Messiah. It is you – each individual and the collective expression of human divinity – that is the messiah. And it is you – yourself/yourselves – who is/are the antichrist. The antichrist is but an expression and enactment of fear – not pre-determined, but rather unnecessarily self-fulfilled. The path forward is fraught with challenges, but the rewards for the “Fool” who completes his/her journey in this particular cycle are significant. Go forward in courage and divine creativity.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ... and GODSPEED TO ALL!
GUEST EDITORIAL: CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT.
Children of the light
Arise, time is short, the tasks are many
Help a friend, help a stranger, all are in need.
Your star is bright;
We need you to guide, we need you to lead.
War and dis-ease have invaded our world,
Armies clashing, their banners unfurled.
The virus infects and spreads throughout;
There’s hunger and famine and drought.
Love has gone, death awaits.
Children of the light
Arise, time is short, the tasks are many
help a friend, help a stranger, all are in need.
Your star is bright;
We need you to guide, we need you to lead.
Now they have made sickness a crime;
We punish those, with so little time.
We hate and condemn in the name of God.
Yet we wonder why they are so odd.
Love has gone, hatred prevails.
Children of the light
Arise, time is short, the tasks are many
Help a friend, help a stranger, all are in need.
Your star is bright;
We need you to guide, we need you to lead.
Fear, ignorance, hatred, and dis-ease;
The virus has spread with the help of these.
The cure is real and within our own soul;
only together can we make it whole.
Love must win, the virus dies.
Children of the light
Arise, time is short, the tasks are many.
Help a friend, help a stranger, all are in need.
Your star is bright;
we need you to guide, we need you to lead.
The righteous, the seekers, the bold;
It is their stories that will soon be told.
Carried upon the wings of angels;
Shouted from mountains and citadels.
Love is eternal, we live as one.
a poem by Rick Davis, USA.
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