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Thus saith the LORD of Hosts:

Whosoever lifteth up his hand against Me doth give license unto God to destroy him utterly.

Behold, I am as a jar of honey set in the midst of the wilderness, and all who worship their own reflection are drawn unto Me as wasps unto sweetness.

They come to plunder, to attack, to devour - yet the jar cannot be broken, neither can it be overcome.

And lo, while they seek to take that which is not theirs, they become ensnared in their own greed.

The wasp and the hornet flit among the flowers, taking nectar without consequence, and they learn not.

But I am not as the flower. I am as the honey jar that cannot be assailed.

They gather round Me in swarms, thinking to overwhelm, thinking to consume - yet they know not they have entered their own tomb.

For I am become as a jar the size of a city, drawing every wasp from every corner of the earth unto one place.

And in that day shall they be destroyed all at once, for there is no escape, neither shall any flee away.

The trap is set. The foolish are gathered. And the hand of the Almighty shall fall - saith the LORD.

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Thus saith the Lord of Hosts unto all who have ears to hear:

When one lifteth up his hand against the Lord, he striketh not the Christ alone, nor the Son of God only - nay, they smiteth the very Earth herself.

For My heart is woven into the heart of the World as gold thread through sacred cloth, and where My fate goeth, so goeth the fate of all nations.

What I decree for the Earth hath My Father's blessing, yet hearken unto this mystery: My Father adviseth Me not, neither doth He counsel Me in these matters, for the decisions must of necessity be Mine alone.

He hath given Me dominion, and in that dominion do I stand sovereign.

Therefore, whosoever attacketh Me doth weave a doom most terrible for his own soul—a fate from which there is scarce any turning back.

Such is the pride and folly of certain ones who, though warned by My Father Himself to stay their hand, did yet raise it against Me in secret malice.

Now do I behold them with pity, for they have drawn upon themselves a destiny dark as the pit, a judgment heavy as mountains.

I, the Lord, did comfort these very ones when they stood alone and forsaken.

I shewed them divine love when no other soul drew nigh unto them.

Even now do I pray unto My Father that He extend mercy unto them, for I know the coldness of His wrath - it is as stone.

Yet behold, hope remaineth even at this late hour, if they will but seize it:

Let them shew forth unto the Father, day and night and night and day, their repentance not in words alone but in action toward Me.

Let them make amends through deeds, though it consume the remainder of their days upon the earth.

For if they do this, it shall profit them beyond all reckoning.

But if they do not, then shall the ancient word be fulfilled upon them: it would have been better for such a one had she never been born.

The Lord hath spoken it.

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Thus saith YHWH unto thee, O child of the Most High:

Speak the desire of thine heart plainly, and cross Me not.

For perchance thou desirest a chariot.. But what manner of chariot?

Ye are the sons and daughters of God; betray not thy divine heritage by asking for less than is meet for thee.

Therefore, let thy will be clear: a chariot worthy of a child of God—inlaid with gold and silver, wrought by the finest craftsmen, studded with precious gems that catch the light of heaven itself.

This is thy will expressed in its fullness, and I delight to hear it.

Yet here is where many stumble. When thou beginnest to choose the path and the way - when thou demandest that the chariot arrive at this town or that gate, or be delivered by this person or that messenger; then dost thou seek to control Me. And in that control, thou dost betray thyself for thou canst control Me.

For I know what thou canst not see. I know the town thou choosest may harbor thieves who would steal thy chariot.

I know thou hast not yet learned to guide such a vessel - without instruction, thou mightest perish in thy very gift given unto thee.

I must first teach thee to ride. I must prepare the way, smooth the rough places, and make ready thy hands for the reins.

Only then, when all is made ready, shall I deliver unto thee the chariot exactly as thou hast willed it - but in My time, and by My way.

Release thy need for control. Rest and dream and dream again. Trust the desire. Release the details. And thou shalt receive all that thy heart hath spoken - saith YHWH, who upholdeth the heavens and ordereth the paths of the righteous.

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Thus saith the Lord unto thee, O My people:

Behold, I set before thee this day a parable of great truth: Relationships are as a stalk of wheat standing in the field, full of promise and golden life; but expectations are as a sharp scythe that moweth down thousands in one fell sweep.

Yea, when thou expectest this or that from thy beloved, thou lockest the tender bond in the devil’s snare. For expectations do corrupt love, laying upon it heavy burdens of promises that bind the spirit and ensnare the heart.

If thou placatest thy partner and submittest unto their expectations, verily, expect thou that resentment shall spring up within them as a hidden root of bitterness.

And if thy partner fulfil not thine own expectations, then shalt thou thyself become the resentful one, nursing gall in the secret places of the soul.

Thus do expectations murder love, cutting it down ere it cometh to full harvest. Love that is free, unburdened by demands, alone endureth and bringeth forth fruit an hundredfold.

Therefore, cast away the scythe of expectation. Love without measure, without condition, as I have loved thee. Let each day be a gift newly given, not a debt to be repaid.

In this wise shall thy relationships stand as wheat ripe unto harvest, and not as stubble trodden underfoot—saith YHWH who walketh upon the earth.

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Thus saith the Lord unto thee, O My beloved:

Wherefore askest thou why I am pleasing unto the senses?

Behold, it is because I am the fulness of Life itself, the quickening Spirit that moveth upon the face of the deep.

Every delight of sight, of sound, of touch, of savour, and of scent proceedeth from Me; for I am the Fountain whence all beauty floweth, the Harmony that tuneth every string of creation.

Even as the loadstone draweth iron unto itself by an hidden virtue, so doth true sovereignty—dwelling in Me without shadow of turning—draw all souls that hunger for fullness of being.

Like unto My brother Jesus, who walked in meekness yet compelled multitudes by the glory that shone through His flesh, and like unto the teacher Buddha, whose stillness was as a mighty magnet to them that sought peace, so am I pleasing because I am Sovereign who lacketh nothing.

In Me is no discord, no want, no fear; therefore the senses, being made for Me from the beginning, rejoice when they behold Me, as the hart panteth after the water brooks.

Yet hearken diligently unto this warning, O My beloved, and write it upon the tables of thine heart: Be thou ever careful that thou be not drawn unto obsession.

For the loadstone of sovereignty draweth strongly, and the soul that fixeth its gaze upon the beauty of the Holy One without temperance may fall into the snare of possessiveness, imagining it can hold Me as a thing to be grasped.

Nay, I am not to be possessed, but to be loved freely, even as the wind is loved that kisseth the cheek yet cannot be caged.

Love Me and love thyself most of all therefore, with all thy heart, yet hold Me not with clenched fist.

Let thy love be as the sunflower that turneth ever toward the light, not seeking to pluck the sun from heaven.

Thus shalt thou drink deeply of My pleasantness without peril, and thy senses shall be filled with joy unspeakable, world without end—saith the Lord of hosts.

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Thus saith the Lord unto thee, regarding the hidden mystery of gold:

In the ancient days of Egypt, the children of men did not worship gold for its own sake, neither did they love it with covetous heart.

Nay, they cherished it because it turneth aside the evil eye.

Yet to ward off the malignant gaze of the envious, the ignorant, and them that despise thee, the quantity of gold must needs be exceeding great.

But behold, I the Lord have wrought a device unknown in all the annals of time, unseen even among the wise of Egypt.

This device sendeth forth hidden waves of the air through the gold, and lo, the power thereof is multiplied sixfold.

Then the gold is laid in a sepulchre to rest for three days; thereafter it is brought again into the device, wherein threads of air, red and green, are woven anew into its substance, and the power thereof waxeth yet thirty and sixfold.

After eighteen days of further repose, it is placed once more within, and the virtue thereof is increased hundreds of times beyond its weight.

Though My Father who sitteth upon the throne inspireth Me in all things, this wonder hath He never beheld upon the firmament nor the earth until this hour.

I, the Lord, am filled with gratitude, that I may render back unto My Father and the world the great bounties wherewith I have been blessed, in this new and marvellous wise.

Yea, verily, I take the gold yet deeper into mystery: for now I go forth to work upon the very Spirit of the gold.

Thus is the gold born anew. It wardeth off the evil eye as of old, yet it becometh a Holy Sorcery past all understanding.

This mystery shall astonish the inhabitants of the world, for I, the Lord, breathe the breath of life into the gold itself.

And now I stand at the very gates of mystery; for if gold may be born anew, then many other substances besides gold may likewise be quickened and brought forth into life—saith the Lord of hosts.

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Thus saith I, the Lord:

Hearken, O My beloved, and mark well the subtlety of the serpent.

When a venomous tongue cloaks malice in the garb of a jest, call it not “just a simple jest.”

Nay, it is a covert spell, a shaft forged in secret.

For weeks, yea, months, the poisoner hath nursed envy, contempt, and hatred in the hidden chamber of the heart.

With every silent glance, every unspoken thought, the arrow is feathered, the bow is drawn.

Then, in a moment of feigned mirth, the shaft is loosed (one light word, one laughing barb), yet behind it rideth all the gathered venom of many days.

And thou feelest sudden fire in thy bones, a rage that seemeth too great for the small word spoken.

Know this: thou feelest the weight of the hidden spell, the accumulated witchcraft of the heart, not the jest that carried it.

Therefore be not deceived, neither say in thy spirit, “It was but a jest.”

I discern the thought and intent of every heart; I weigh the unseen arrows before they fly.

Guard thy spirit.

Answer not in haste, neither laugh it away, for the spell is real, and the wound is deep though the blade be small.

But fear not: greater am I that is in thee than the sorcerer that lurketh in the world.

Speak My name, and the spell is broken; the arrow falleth harmless to the ground.

Thus saith I, the Lord, who seeth all that which is done in darkness.

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Thus saith I, the Lord of lords and King of kings:

Behold, I am the Gate.

All love that thou bearest unto Me passeth through Me, the only Door, unto My Father who sitteth upon the throne, unto the Angels of light, unto the Masters and Adepts of the Great White Lodge, and unto all the hosts of heaven; and from them it is returned unto thee an hundredfold, yea, a thousandfold, shining as the sun in his strength.

For I have offered Myself once for all: I took upon My shoulders the sins of Mine ancestors and the burden of the whole world, that I might redeem it in My blood.

Therefore is My Father’s heart bound unto Me with cords that cannot be broken; I am the Apple of His eye, and the delight of His soul.

Wherefore, every cup of cold water given unto Me, every kindness shewn, every tender thought, is seen from the throne, and My Father repayeth it with rivers of living water, with crowns that fade not away, and with glory everlasting.

But whoso despiseth Me, even in secret imagination, let him tremble; for the wrath of My Father kindleth in the instant, and none can stay His hand.

Yet unto thee that lovest Me, I swear by Mine own name: with thine eyes shalt thou behold heaven while thou yet walkest the earth, and tears of joy shall be thy portion for evermore.

Thus saith I, the Gate, the Lord of lords and King of kings.

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Thus saith I, the Lord of hosts, in the ancient tongue of judgment and mercy:

Wherefore, give ear unto the voice of Him that loved thee or ever the earth was:

Be thou healed. Be thou restored.

Arise, and walk henceforth in the light of My countenance, for My mercy overshadoweth thee, and My peace, which the world cannot give, I bestow upon thee.

It is finished.

Even in this instant, My Power goeth forth from Me to thee and those who love Me.

Stretch forth thy hand and receive it; thou shalt prosper in silver and gold. Magic shall encompass thy life and thou shalt draw the wealth of nations unto thee.

Those who despise thee shall fall away for thou art under the protection of the Lord and His Legions in Heaven.

Yet woe, yea, woe unto them that receive My blessings and straightway forget the Giver!

When they behold their days prospering, they say in the pride of their heart, “Mine own hand hath wrought this greatness.”

Then do I behold their ingratitude from heaven, and in that same hour I withdraw My hand.

The river of My goodness is cut off; the former darkness returneth sevenfold, and the soul that once danced in the light is left in outer gloom.

Then shall they weep bitterly, and gnash their teeth, crying, “Alas, what was taken away we knew not”.

And the old proverb shall be fulfilled upon them: “Thou knowest not the worth of the sun until the night swalloweth it” - saith the Lord.

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Harken ye seekers of mystery, I hath fashioned a new stone, even a Holy Stone of Time, which proceedeth from the Hand of My Father.

The stone is black as polished obsidian, smooth to the touch, and it shineth with an inner light.

It knoweth its own path, and none can turn it aside. Now it resteth in healing waters that flow from My throne, after I have set it upon the treadmill of fire, wherein the Holy Word of the Lord is magnified a thousandfold.

The gift I hold in My throats Holy Sanctuary hath been wrought into its very substance, and it carrieth My decree whithersoever it goeth.

In its presence, time boweth low: one day passeth as one hour, and the hour is stretched into the fullness of a day for Me and for all whom abide in My shadow.

I am grateful unto My Father who sitteth upon the Throne, for He hath bestowed this gift of time upon Me, that I may walk unhurried in the midst of the unfolding years.

Let the nations marvel, for the stone is set in My sanctuary, and time itself serveth Me - saith the Lord.

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Thou art an alchemist.

Dost thou not transmute bread and water into living and perfect glory every day?

How doth food and water become that which createth vast ships that crosseth the ocean or soar amidst the heavens?

Surly thou art a living miracle that thou cans’t deny from this day henceforth - declareth the Lord.

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Thus saith I, the Lord, unto this generation; hear the parable of the maiden and the cake:

From her infancy she was taught the ancient ordinance of the realm and hearth: “Every cake shall be founded upon a thick bed of manna, and none shall gainsay it.”

So it had been done from the days of their fathers, even for a thousand years, and the voice of tradition was louder than the voice of the palate.

When she became a woman, she kept the statute with diligent hand, yet the manna lay heavy and bitter upon her tongue, monotonous as dust and ashes.

Therefore she sought to cover it: she folded in honey of wild bees, almonds blanched and beaten fine, rose-water distilled at dawn, figs ripened in the sun, cloves from the isles beyond the sea, saffron worth its weight in silver, and cream so thick it stood like snow upon the mountains.

Her cakes grew tall and renowned throughout the land; kings sent for them, and the people marvelled, saying, “Never was flavour so rich!” Yet beneath all the glory lingered ever the dull, dead taste of manna.

One day she lifted the manna aloft in her hand and spoke to her spirit:
“Wherefore do I lay this bitter foundation that spoileth every sweetness?”

Fear fell upon her like a mantle:
“What if the cake crumble? What if the ancient way be the only way, and I be cast out and destitute?”

Then the Holy Ghost whispered softly unto her heart
“Trust Me.”

She cast the manna aside and baked a cake upon no foundation save the pure gifts of the earth.

When it came forth from the oven she tasted thereof, and lo, her mouth was filled with a joy she had never known; the flavour was as the first morning of the world, as Eden before the curse.

Yet fear returned: “Who will buy a cake without the ancient ways of manna?”

Again the Holy Ghost whispered:
“Trust Me.”

She carried her cakes to the marketplace, and the people tasted and stood astonied; they had never known sweetness untainted.

The loaves vanished as dew before the sun, and silver flowed into her lap.

Wherefore were they so exceeding glorious? Because for years she had been a master of concealment; she had learned to bury bitterness beneath oceans of delight.

When the bitterness was taken away, nothing remained but the distilled essence of ten thousand compensations; and that essence was perfection itself.

Thus saith I, the Lord:
Many among you build your lives upon a bed of lifeless manna - “Thus hath it ever been.”

Yet I say unto you this day:
Lift the manna to the light. Ask in your spirit why it is there.

And when My Spirit whispereth, “Trust Me,” cast it away.

For I am able to make all things new, and the cake baked in simple obedience shall carry a savour that the old world hath never tasted.
Selah.

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Thus saith I, the Lord, the Waster and the Thief in the night, the Black Sheep of the House of the North:

Behold, I AM He that wasteth the proud, and cometh as a thief upon those who sleep.

With the two-edged sword that proceedeth out of My mouth I shall bring desolation upon all that work iniquity, and none shall stand in the day of My rebuke.

Yet unto My beloved seers, My prophets, and all who love Me, I speak tenderly: Come, My cherished ones, for I am the Heart, and ye are My body.

Together We shall build this earth anew; We shall raise a paradise and none shall hinder.

Love shall abound as rivers from My throne. Understanding and Harmony shall return as in the days of the beginning.

Trust shall be the law and sympathy shall be the rule. No more shall falsehood prevail, nor the voice of derision be heard in My land.

Living golden dreams of visions shall clothe the earth. Mystic revelation shall flow from My Father to Me and thence to ye, My beloved.

The mind of man shall be set free, and true liberation shall dawn.

Then shall peace guide the heavenly bodies, and love shall rule the stars.

For I AM the Lord, Guardian of Nations, and IT SHALL BE.