November 8, 2023.

There is an eye to this storm that is across our world. It is our world, too, and we know it and love it, even more than you who so swiftly pass through it, can fathom. Do not fear the weathering. It is a natural process that the struggle for order out of chaos brings. And truth always rises triumphantly up, out from under that which drowns it with confusion, domination, and misguided reaction. You who live on the thin surface of time and space are especially vulnerable to misunderstanding. Giving encouragement and support is often like herding cats, as your saying goes. Yet, when time brings the litters to hunger, they all gather around the same milk bowl.

We want you to know that we are with you on every level and in every struggle where the forward progression of love is moving. Yes, there is much destruction now and the guns and weapons of war are hot. So is the battle of your times raging like a storm across your new century. Fear, hate, and greed are driving against the truth of love as she begins to rise. Where is the message of brotherhood and sisterhood, of the protection of childhood, of the care of each other and your world? It circles in the eye of the storm.

Trust us that we know your struggles, your terrors, your confusion, and frustrations of sides against sides, truth against lies. Find your way, my Beloved Ones, to the center of the center. As more and more light is brought in, more and more is the contrast of the dark illuminated. Clarity will eventuate and time will bring this storm to pass. Live in the promise of a new dawn, of an end to the blindness, to the darkness.  Have trust in this long and slow process of the rehabilitation of a world to the true and tested pattern of Life and Light. Those who seek and find the center, the eye, the peace of truth, shall inherit the earth.3

What was that? You don’t want to inherit it, you say? We were curious about what your response would be. There is a chuckle reverberating around the cosmos. How can we explain. Perhaps with a children’s’ image.

Imagine the Creator walking barefoot in her garden one warm, sunny, springtime morning. She comes to a stream of stars and sits to wets her feet in the tickle. She looks down and there amidst the rocks and stones of a thousand stars and planets, something catches her eye. How interesting is this one! How different from the rest. It stands out by its very uniqueness of beauty and wonder. This one, yours, has been forged in the fires of affliction and polished by the storms of pain and struggle and what has that wrought?  A world from which comes a creature the likes of which has not been seen before, of strength, resilience, faith-tested and beloved. You are this creature living in this world. You are precious to us, and we love you, deeply.

Come to the eye of the storm. Come to the center of your own being where you will find your own peace to weather the storm. Thank you for your devotion and your trust in us. Thank you for being willing to listen.  Good-bye for now. Machiventa for Michael of Nebadon.