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Your Life This Day
« on: January 07, 2018, 04:12:17 PM »
Speaker: Michael of Nebadon
Subject: Your Life This Day
Category: Threads for New Transmissions
T/R: Michael S. Queen, Kasaan, Alaska USA  
Sunday, January 07, 2018  1638 UTC

Good morning, Michael – begin writing. Today is a day like many others, although you are able easily to see across the Tongass Narrows, over Gravina Island, toward the high gray blanket westward.

Your heart is reeling a bit as you steady yourself in prayer and in silence. Fear not, all is well. It is to your credit that, rather than to any mortal, your Thought Adjuster and My Spirit of Truth guide and direct you. As a young man you learned just how fallible the idolized leaders in your faith were. Your reactions thereto led to the point in your own life, some decades later, wherein you discovered, more painfully, just how fallible you are. Nevertheless, as well you know, to those whose hearts are truly good – even evil is transformed into good. As pointed out in your Urantia Book, evil is synonymous with erring. As imperfect mortal creatures, all of you tend ever to stumble along the pathways of intellectual, moral, and spiritual development. You, my son, are far more impatient and angry with your imperfections and mistakes than ever I have been with you. You have, finally, learned that self-flagellation is a pointless, and harmful, exercise; and that it is contrary to what I have taught you.

Dear one, your life, your work this day consists of your service to your fellows, and learning ever more about and becoming more like your Paradise Father. The opinions and actions of others fall away when you do so serve. As a mortal, you have responsibilities and obligations to many terrestrial institutions and societal mores. The discerning, increasingly wise, child of the Father renders to each its due and yet still strives to live a life in the world, but not of the world.

The real things of the universes, the ultimate realities of creation are on your side… your allies, your guideposts, your increasingly singled focus, and the substance of your heart’s desire… the doing of His will.

As you look about yourself, having asked your Thought Adjuster and availed yourself of My Spirit of Truth – cleave unto those things that unite, ennoble, forgive, tolerate, heal, accept, bring mankind to the Paradise Father, and further prepare you for your own journey to the Paradise Isle. This day, everything else is a side issue that has little, if any, universal reality. Rather, they are the ephemeral constructs of your fleeting mortal existence. Seek you first the Family of God, and all else derives therefrom. Good day.
Pneyoptia

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Re: Your Life This Day
« Reply #1 on: January 07, 2018, 06:49:09 PM »
Michael- Thank you for a truly timely message from our Creator Son. The truth in it is obvious. How different from “other” messages claiming to be from Him.
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Re: Your Life This Day
« Reply #2 on: January 07, 2018, 09:22:44 PM »
Thank you, Kurt.
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