Mine children who crave wholeheartedly the everlasting enticements of Eternity...
There is One Life everywhere present, and he hath given a portion of himself to thee in the desired hope that you grow thyselves into its correct applications.
Ye are his Individualized Presence, and yet, you shall permanently establish this potential fact of your existence by your demonstration of the right application of your gifts from the Father Son Spirit.
Arise into this pathway of your Progressive Ascendancy into Life.
Behold and then claim thine inheritance of this One Life by rooting out of you all misqualified obstacles which are of your own creating.
Transfigure with the contriteness of the angels all seeds of iniquity .. transform by your right understanding and consideration .. your concentration and cooperation .. every vibratory impression of involvement with darkness.
Be Mine fruit-bearing branches who deliver thine holy grapes of the Vine I AM unto the vast tables of infinite celebration.
Allow Mine Eternity Word and Its Flowing Waters of Life to replenish you .. to resuscitate thine inclinations and urges for the great ascendancy.
Squeeze from these grapes of fertility and generosity their life-giving waters so that all may enjoy the rewards of your diligence .. and the intended produce of thine desire and determination.
I AM the Vine of Nebadon .. Mine service extends God the Sevenfold into creation. My station in this universe shall distribute to you the Father's Everlasting Life only as you fulfill his request to bringeth perfection to thine mortal stature.
Our Saviorship is a fellowship communion .. it cometh as you take the Hand of Eternity which I AM .. and as you apply with the righteousness of your character those quiet powers of free will and mind in order so that you bringeth into view your divinity and dignity.
I come to bring sight to the blind who are stricken with the disease of subjectivity .. to unpluck the wax from the ears of deafness of those individuals who refuse truth and beauty .. and to massage thine motivations necessary to walk beyond the lameness of the handicapped misfortunes of mortality which canst not see or perceive .. they are bound into slavery of ill-advised misunderstandings which plague thine race as the locusts who swarm down upon the fields of plenty .. devouring all without a conscience .. and they are determined to gather unto their bellies the hard workings of the farmers of that field without even a glance of acknowledgment nor a generously given supply of humble adoration.
Be not as the locusts and parasites who use the Father's Life, and giving no utterance of grace and reciprocation to him .. unless he provideth them with all their ephemeral trappings.
Give to him thine mindfulness of the heart. Invite his glory to become seen and known. Expand his Perfect Love into every cell and each atomic particle in you .. and ye shall be glad for thine decision.
Christ Michael Of Nebadon
