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RES. HALLS - CHAP. 7
« on: June 10, 2017, 10:21:16 PM »
RESURRECTION HALL - Chapter 7 ~ Sixth and Seventh Course ~
 
As the Melchizedek Sons moved toward the ring of tables to which they were assigned they paused to greet individual banqueters. When these ancient beings reached their appointed ring, they took a position at the center. When a Melchizedek entered Kala’s and Saro’s ring, all one hundred remained seated. The table rings were separated just enough that the voices from one did not significantly disturb or distract adjacent rings. As a warm and fraternal greeting gesture, Melchizedek bowed to the group ever so humbly. Then he proceeded to answer all questions with good humor and unflagging charm. This period of questions and answers was the longest break between courses so far. Each answer caused his hearers to have many more questions. This superb giant of wit, charm, and grace radiated a light that could only come from a being billions of years old. Kala and Saro listened intently but asked no questions.
 
Very much of the truth, beauty and goodness he shared with this group of spiritual babes, this class of cosmic beginners, Saro and Kala well knew already. When he exited, everyone stood and applauded lovingly, for they had all fallen in love. Then and there an enduring interest in the Melchizedek order was integrated into the mind of each pilgrim. The sixth course was liquid, a refined elixir that opened up whole new vistas in taste. It was slightly more viscous than water, with iridescent colors that shifted as the goblet was moved. Kala, Saro, and all the banqueters observed it in fascination for a moment but didn’t hesitate to take a sip. Their server said, “This is a combination of the juices of seven types of morontia fruit.” It was slightly sweet, supremely flavorful, and very robust. It seemed to satisfy an unrealized thirst. Almost all imbibers sipped and savored it with gusto. Just as they were finishing, the host called for the pilgrims’ attention. With a charming smile she asked, “Are all enjoying?” A tremendous roar of approval instantly flooded the reception hall. Her smile grew even bigger.
 
She continued, “In every local universe there is a Mother and a Father. This pair of primary procreators gives life to countless individuals who inhabit millions the evolving worlds, spiritual infants who become hosts to the Paradise Indwellers, just as you are indwelt. Sooner or later, you all crave to know your Creator Parents, your universe Mother and Father. And so you shall. “When the Divine Minister, the Mother of Nebadon, and Michael were given this region of space to create their universe according to the plans of the Architects of the Master Universe, their first born son Gabriel worked alone.
 
When it was time to create assistants for their son, our universe parents brought into being thousands of angels who are now known as Brilliant Evening Stars. Two of them have come from Salvington to welcome you. Always do they travel in pairs, always do they enjoy ministering to the children of Michael and the Divine Minister. It is a special honor to introduce your Creator Mother’s emissaries.” With the word brilliant in their title, the pilgrims were somewhat prepared to lay eyes on the pair of beings who then took the stage. But brilliant was a vast understatement in the minds of every one of the two hundred thousand who beheld this order of being for the first time.
 
Those who hadn’t already, now realized there are many levels of being, and many kinds of beings who are teachers and toilers in the creation and administration of Nebadon’s eventual ten million worlds. A truly angelic voice entered their ears when one of the two spoke, “We hail from Salvington, with affectionate greetings from the Divine Minister. Our Mother, the Divine Minister of Nebadon sent us to welcome her children to the first of many wombs of space. She entreats you to willingly and joyfully pass through each one, gathering what you must, attaining what you require, and then to come to Salvington, the capitol of your universe of origin and the abiding place of your Creator Parents.” Her complement spoke adding,
 
“Your Creator Mother wishes you to know that she loves you, that she adores and cherishes every one of you. And the solicitous devotion of her angels will nurture you until you are spiritually fit to advance to Jerusem, Edentia, Uversa, Havona and Paradise. Come to your Mother on Salvington, receive the milk of eternal life, let her embrace you. We, her angels, will guide you. Her sons will teach you, even as Our Father on Paradise indwells and pilots you. You cannot fail, unless you give up. And remember always, she is with us. Her Spirit pervades all Nebadon. And Michael’s Spirit of Truth is ever with you. Now your Mother beckons you to the abode where she and Michael dwell.” This brought some listeners to tears of joy. These two beautiful creatures exuded a maternal-ness that plainly reflected their source, the Mother of all Nebadon's ministering angels, the distaff parent of the local universe’s needful ascenders.
 
The words of the pair struck deeply in each pilgrim’s mind and heart. It helped that those words came from such luminous ones as these truly brilliant beings. After the Brilliant Evening Stars were roundly applauded in a long ovation of deep and sincere appreciation, and finally escorted from the central stage, the host Companion signaled the service staff to bring forth the seventh course of this divine banquet, the dessert course. Kala and Saro could smell its aroma even before being served, as if it had just been created. This strikingly attractive and artistically embellished dessert had seven layers, alternating in color between azure blue on the bottom and cloud white on top. It was perfectly round with three concentric circles, also azure, on its slightly domed upper surface.
 
The base of it was encircled with a beautiful arrangement of aromatic flowers and lovely leaves that changed color according to direction of view, all edible. The staff of efficient servers brought fresh chilled water to accompany this gorgeous piece of food art. When all in their table ring had been served dessert, they began consuming it in unison. As the seventh course cast a variety of flavors across their virgin morontia tongues, the pilgrims began oozing sounds of sweet delight. And more with each bite, until nothing could be heard in the hall but one great sound of pleasure. After a moment, everyone began to laugh at the collective moan, and out of sheer joy over their now consummated welcome. They were ready to be Mansion worlders. The pilgrims had time to socialize before the final welcome. Unrestrained gaiety and fraternity filled the hall.
 
“What could top this feast?” mused Saro. “Michael.” Kala replied. Not all pilgrims were familiar with the emblem of Salvington, Michael’s crest. Saro and Kala informed their table-mates wanting to know if the circles on top of their dessert had special significance. Socializing went on until the day sky began to wane. Pilgrims danced and conversed, visited other table areas, and in general thoroughly enjoyed themselves without the least self consciousness or worry. They were all completely satisfied, without thirst, without hunger, and with a warm and loving family. They did not in any way feel heavy or lethargic. Quite the reverse, everyone was more energized than ever, as the day turned into night. From the stage the host called the hall to order and patiently waited until all had taken their seats and ceased conversing.
 
 “For the creation and administration of the local universes of time and space, Our Father on Paradise and his Son, the Eternal Son, provided an order of being known as the Michaels. The Michael Sons, along with their compliments of being, Daughters of the Infinite Spirit, are designed to become co-creators and sovereign administrators of their assigned segments of space. Our segment is known as Nebadon, and Nebadon will eventually have ten million inhabited worlds, all created and managed by this pair of local Gods whose origin is the Paradise Trinity. “Our Michael is the 611,121st being of that order of sonship, and his mate is the 611,121st being of her order.
 
Michael’s bestowed Spirit, the Spirit of Truth, is with you even now. As is the Mother of Nebadon, the provider of mind. And each of you knows of the presence of the indwelling fragments of the Paradise Father, your divine Thought Adjusters. There is a trinity of divine ministry living and working within you ascenders, ever urging you on to greater and greater heights. Father’s, Michael’s, and Mother’s Spirits are everywhere present in Nebadon, and they most certainly hover over you, even dwell within you.” The host then exited the stage, leaving it entirely vacant. Nothing occurred for a long moment of near total silence. The audience could sense something great was about to unfold. They remained silent. Kala and Saro glanced at each other with a smile and simultaneously mouthed the name, “Michael!” Soon, a tall slender shaft of light appeared high over the central stage and very slowly descended.
 
As the light widened and focalized, it grew in intensity, size, and beauty. The group’s collective attention shifted entirely to that mysterious luminosity. It gradually increased in brightness and allure until the pilgrims felt this must be the maximum of visual experience. As they sat back in awe, amazement, and fascination, a transcendently beautiful voice came to the pilgrims’ ears. Some thought they heard it, some thought it occurred in their minds. A translation did not appear before them as it had previously. It was not required because the words were in the language of each hearer. “I am the way, the truth, and the life. Follow me.” This warm presence of light then, very slowly, appeared to diffuse and expand to embrace the whole hall and all its pilgrims, service staff, and invited guests.
 
None doubted that they were feeling Michael’s embrace, his touch. Everyone realized they were experiencing a divine being of an order that hailed from a much, much higher place, a pure and holy place of unimaginable glory and splendor. Kala and Saro were completely absorbed in the moment. They watched and felt utter bliss as Michael’s luminous presence gently lifted and slowly became less and less visible, until it vanished. But none felt sorrow nor loss, for they now had in their possession the experience of an embrace with a genuine God which would remain forever theirs. They all then recalled that this local God is but one of some six hundred thousand Creator Fathers and Mothers, each pair with their own universe.
 
Therefore the Paradise Father must be a Person of staggering immensity, dignity, and presence. Saro and Kala were recalling that pilgrims will certainly rise to the level of Michael on Salvington, even to God on Paradise, by the seven-fold ladder of pilgrim ascension. When the host Companion did not return to the stage after Michael’s welcome, the recently embraced pilgrims began talking with one another about that experience with him. It was so personal and unique they found it difficult to describe. But the experience was undeniable, and they had each other as co-experiencers. Their joy was supreme, and their souls were in a state of sublime peace at the end of this, their first full day as morontian beings on M1. They had all witnessed a spectrum of unalike beings take the stage. Beings who stimulated their minds and warmed their hearts, from the Morontia Companions serving on this world, to Michael, Nebadon’s Creator Son reigning over millions of evolutionary worlds from its capital Salvington. A lovely strain of soft music was heard, apparently emanating from everywhere.
 
It was perfect accompaniment after such a day. Everyone was virtually aglow by this time and primed to celebrate. “Care to dance, my love?” asked Saro of his one-time wife, and mother of his children. “Why yes,” Kala replied, offering her hand. Gradually the music swelled and rolled, and as it did, so did the mood. Kala and Saro both were wondering where in the universe there might be a more joyful occasion. Soon, almost every banqueter was dancing. The whole group felt as if they truly were in heaven. Even though it was dawning on all that the road to the highest heaven could be long and perhaps even arduous.
 
Kala and Saro were sure of it, and wholly ready to take on the challenge. Jubilant dancing, warm conversations and whole-hearted fraternity filled the time before their departure, notwithstanding the evening had a timeless quality. But ere long, the Agondonters from Urantia prepared to depart. As Kala and Saro were sharing hugs with new found friends and making plans to reconnect later, the host once more asked for everyone’s attention. In a most charming and loving voice she said, “And now, ascenders, go to your lodgings. Be prepared, on the morrow at daybreak, to begin your final day of welcome, Orientation Day, after which you will enjoy ten days of liberty, your time to explore Mansion one. I bid you goodnight, and once again congratulate you on resurrection and survival.” Immediately there began a chorus of heavenly voices, barely audible at first, then gaining volume until the first of three crescendos stirred the resurrectees to the threshold of prayer and adulation.
 
Some heads bowed; kneeling felt appropriate to others, but all gave thanks for life, for a universe dominated by love, and their divine welcome to Mansonia. Some didn’t leave the banquet hall after the closing prayer. They remained for the night, worshiping. Saro and Kala kept dancing until the music faded, then decided to go. For the first time, they were thinking of rest. They had, after all, been in full-bore experiential mode for a day and a half, without ceasing. “That’s almost five days on Urantia,” Saro calculated. Walking back to their lodging arm in arm, they talked little. They were simply taking in the fascinating sights of this magical place, now cloaked in the shadows of night.
 
Every structure, every being, every point of light on the surface and in the sky held a special beauty, etching itself into their memories. Their bodies, minds, and souls were completely satiated. And this heaven of a world felt a bit more like home now. They didn’t go directly to their abode. They strolled the same park where they had spent the previous night. Saro and Kala wanted to add one last touch to this day’s experience before terminating it in rest. They found a cozy nook from which they could view a broad swathe of the park. There they sat for a long while, watching others, listening, silently communing with their Adjusters, the Divine Minister, and Michael, ever grateful to God and for each other. After their visit to the park, Kala and Saro came home and fell into bed. As they viewed the night sky Saro said, “I’m speechless.” “Me too.”
 
They took each other in arm and rested in that embrace for the night. ***

 
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Re: RES. HALLS - CHAP. 7
« Reply #1 on: June 10, 2017, 10:37:02 PM »
The Name That God Would Give to You
 
    Father said:
 
    My dreams come true through you. I have said this before. You ARE My dream come true. I am not your dream. I am your very existence. Our hearts are enjoined. All that you believe exists is you in one form or another. One are We to the point that there is no We, simply One, One excellent summation of Me, of Wholeness, of Love, of Love in Infinity and Eternity. There is no less.
 
    On Earth, there is much seeming less. You see what you see. You see only what you see.
 
    I am tempted to say: “If you had My eyes, O beloveds, the wonders you would see, the beauty, the love. You would see Yourself as I see you, and I see Truth, and so would you also see Truth. The Truth of you is obvious to Me, for I see Myself when I see you. I see beneath the form of you.”
 
    As it is, you depend on your form and call it by a sound, a name, that may not be your name or your sound. I suppose, if I were naming you, I would name you Beloved, or, perhaps, for short, Love.
 
    You, of course, are looking to differentiate. You want to tell all the forms apart one from the other. I exist in the relative world through you, and yet I wish to enjoy the Oneness that you do not yet quite enjoy.
 
    You may feel that you are lost when the seeming others you see are lumped with you, and that you exist as One with Me. In theory, you might like it. In actuality, you fear that your individuality will be lost. Where is the human being you came to know so well? Where are the other human beings that you cared about or did not care about? Beloveds, you see life as one thing while I see it as another.
 
    You do not give up anything when you recognize your solid Oneness with Me. Dear Ones, this is how you gain.
 
    Oh, yes, as you concede to Our Oneness, you let go of the littleness that has absorbed you. You get out of the littleness of stories. Stories have their delight. Indeed, you have been caught up in the story, the events, the questions, the answers, the drama, the color, all the motives, all your understanding of all the discrepancies. You don’t require the details any longer. It will no longer matter to you that you were a Master Electrician or had a tan or a sore toe.
 
    Of all the things that are important to you now, only love will remain.
 
    Whatever you may imagine you are seeking in life, all the worldly success, all what you see as good fortune, you will come to know it as you consciously see that you and I are One, Our hearts are One, Our Being is One. This is not, I repeat, this is not hype I give you. No hype from God. No longer hype and search of attainment from you.
 

    You will simply swim in the Ocean of My Love, and you will know for a fact that you are the Ocean and you are My Love, All of it. You are painted in My love, as it were. You are established in My love, as it were. You become Myself and then there is no longer even the concept of two. When you have everything, when you are everything, what else can you possibly want? You want only to swim with Me. I am no longer recognizable to you, for you see from inside My eyes, inside My heart, inside Eternity and Infinity. You are, right now, the Wholeness for which you search. You already are. Never were you other.
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Re: RES. HALLS - CHAP. 7
« Reply #2 on: June 10, 2017, 11:09:07 PM »
Dear Assale

About the name that God would give me.

To me this is a beautiful transmitted message from The Father to you and to all of us. I think you are going to have to admit you are doing it (receiving). This is very much like the deep message from Father to Sue a little over a week ago. What is this talk of not being able to T/R?  This to my mind is totally valid and meant to be a reception by you from Father!  D

Daniel in Las Vegas, 970 618 1214, danielalderfer@hotmail.Com, While he was still a great way off his Father saw him and had compassion.

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« Reply #3 on: June 10, 2017, 11:40:53 PM »
Daniel, it is a blessing to have you online day and night. It is a blessing that someone so far away from Africa shares my spiritual aspirations and visions and ambitions. Thanks Daniel for keeping us abreast aound the clock. You're like a nightwatcher who scans the horizon to see what transpires to keep us alert!

Daniel, I don't see you as a mere Nevadan, I see you as I could see Father, the Big Boss Himself, your whole self is filled with love, you just want to deliver the good news, the divine info desperately needed as we're in the grip of the unknown, Daniel, you provide the food and that's exactly what Father will do if He were here in person, of course Father is here in the Great Personality called CALIFAX!

I don't see you as a mere human being, how can you be a mere human being when your very self is part of Father! That's why when you deliver the news, Father has delivered the news. Daniel, you're part of my great joy, as well as all the forum members, for Father, even if I were given eternity and infinity to teach my fellows as well as learn from them, the space time is not enough and I may run short of time. Father teaches everyday, Father has no break, how can I have a break when a portion of the DIVINE is within me? There is always something to share with our fellows, a cup of tea, a cup of coffee, a piece of divine advice to get a fellow back on track, the sun shines on a love basis, the wind blows in on a love basis, the rain pours on a love basis, and Daniel posts on a double love basis.

Father said: I would like to talk about you today, My holy children, who have such proclivities for surveying danger. Even in the pursuit of love, you scout danger -- danger being disappointment, either yours or another’s. You want a sure bet, beloveds...

Father said: "Of course you do. Nothing wrong with that except life doesn’t work that way. Frankly, life in the world is not enough. Even if you have everything in life you might desire, life would not be enough, for nothing in the world is quite enough. You keep wanting more. Sure bets aren’t really what you want anyway...

Father said: "Life is an unexpected thing. Humdrum is often not to your liking anyway."

Daniel, thanks for going about Father's business, you do me a lot of good and are part of my spiritual construction. I indeed owe you so much. Do the job, as you've got nothing to lose doing it, on the contrary!

Assaley, Father's boy for Africa

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Re: RES. HALLS - CHAP. 7
« Reply #4 on: June 11, 2017, 01:31:41 PM »
Dear Assale,

I very much agree with Daniel. With your posting of "The Name That God Would Give to You", I believe that it is a message from our Heavenly Father that you received and transmitted. His message wisdom resonated with truth in me. You already have the gift of TR Assale. Well done brother.

Good day,
Brian.