Hearts Are Many That Seek Us

Names are not important. It is time to be heard, heard by all in some way. Our presence is seen in many ways across the continents. Some wish to distort our image; make us more human-like. We are not human, but we share some human qualities. This is so because we must be able to relate and understand you, likewise; you have a connection to use. The Greatest connection is God, the Supreme Being, the Creator. 

The human mind has the capacity to understand much; more than is being used now. This will change abruptly for some, for most. Few are undertaking changes now, even fewer were making this change for themselves and humanity long ago.

You must listen better, seek answers, open the mind and relax the heart. All vices are becoming priority for so many. These are barriers to your higher self. Put those things aside so you may learn and be aware. Fight for your purpose. Fight for your soul. Do not let it descend with this distraction. When you awake from this slumber, all will be lost, terror will replace the numb feeling in your mind.

Hearts are many that seek us. This is good. Your numbers are needed and desired to carry on in the light. We will help. Seek us out. It is coming soon and many realize it. Some are fooled by others. Many are foiled by leaders, few will listen; but we are calling. All is not lost if you harken to the words, the sounds, the feelings. Learn what is real. Find your way to discern. Many pay for this and can begin to learn, to hear, to understand. 

Peace is coming but at great expense. All is not lost.

Whose Burden Is It?

One day, a man was traveling on foot down the road. He carried a loaded bag which became increasingly heavy, as did the road become more uneven and dusty. The man came upon a dove which spoke to him.

"Let me ease your burden. Allow me to carry your load in my beak". But the man refused stating, "NO, this is my load, I've paid for it, so I shall carry it".

Further down the road when the man's arms were aching and his legs burning from the ever increasing heaviness of his load, he met a donkey.

Seeing his need the donkey offered his help. "Let me ease your burden friend. Allow me to carry your load and yourself, for I am strong". Still, the man refused the help, stating he deserved to carry his precious load.

Not knowing how long or far he had walked, the man trembled, his body weak, aching, and bloodied from tripping with his heavy load. As he squinted at the sun, a large shadow fell across his face. The trunk of an elephant raised before him, shading his burnt, dry skin from the harshness of the sun. 

Delirious with pain and thirst, the man's distrust of the elephant led him to strike out against him. The elephant calmly accepted the unprovoked strikes.

When the man was spent and prepared for the worst, the elephant spoke, "What causes you so much grief that you distrust that which is bigger than you? That which could either crush you or carry you"?

Weak and frightened, the man confessed his desperate need to carry his load on his own; coveting his purchases and never thinking to allow another to help him. They were his after all, why would anyone want to help carry his burdens?

Elephant loomed over the man; imposing in stature yet somehow soothing by nature. He realized then that his fears had eased. Elephant shared the truth with the man, now that he was ready to listen. "It's simple, but you had to travel this journey to understand. The load you carried was full of things that you did purchase. Truly, each item was yours and your burden alone, when you were alone. But you see, each time you were asked to share your burden, and you denied them, your load increased. You became more tired, frustrated, and your desperation increased. Your shame made you so proud that you could not share your burden with others; yet they offered because they too carried burdens unseen by you. Your pride pushed you to the limits until you surely were staring death in the face; ready to accept your fate without question".

You have reached a point where you will be crushed or you can put down your burdens and share your weaknesses, giving you strength.

Your Shaking World

The world is shaking. 
Your world is shaking.
 It comes when you least expect it; when you don't pay attention.
 You sanction others while you reward yourself. You mind the business of others while your own crumbles beneath you.
 The darkness threatens to envelop you as you scramble to keep your footing on solid ground; the ground that crumbles, giving way, just as your heart crumbled when you gave away your soul.
Do not look to others for the blame; that which is in your heart is the truth. 
At times it is ugly; it reeks of shame and guilt.
Does God ask this of you? Who is to blame? Who is to carry this guilt and shame? Who's burden shall it be?
You struggle and toil, carry it and then ignore. Yet you never think to lay it down?
Who encourages your grief, your shame, your pain?

Have you ever heard an angel whisper? So many of us have heard the gentle rustlings, and felt the inner tugging only to disregard; to tun our minds away. We close our hearts and open the door to distractions. We turn up the music and drown out those persistent whispers of old. We hasten through our day, complaining of that which is natural; the weather, children, the elderly. Why is that? We turn our backs on what's important. We bury our heads in work and burrow forward in the dark; leaving behind our sense of self and community.

Is it truly a whisper? Do you hear them? For those who hear that subtle whisper, it comes from a distance. That great expanse between your heart and God. He sends them for us, yet we often ignore. They do not whisper. They shout! They herald their message to you like the sound of a trumpet on a battlefield. Their mission is to help, but you must hear them. They live among us. They walk among the living, and give encouragement to the dead. Their income is the Spirit of God. Their payment is completion of their mission.

They shout their message to you, yet the whisper is all we hear, if we hear it at all. Their persistence is part of what they are. Truth, integrity, love, compassion, and empathy is the substance of angels. 

Shall we hear them? Maybe you already have. Did they speak to you through another? Were just the right words uttered by someone at just the time you needed to hear them? Did some stranger notice your pain, and smile with a comforting look? Did you hear the whisper?
They are here for you. They grieve with us, they fight for us; they expand our love for one another. They protect, guide, and heal with their direction. Constant and vigilant. Their mission to help mankind goes forward even if we do not pay attention. As we tune out and bury our hearts and minds; they do battle for us every minute.

What might happen should we raise our heads and listen? What if we opened our hearts and uncluttered our minds? What if you found a still place in nature and just allowed? Might you hear that distant shout?