Kem’s Life

My Story

Me—Here and Now

(written in January 2014)

Now, after over a year of Earth time, I am not a “religionist.”  And I am no longer a satan believer-in (which means I do not believe there is an entity of “satan.:)  I also want you to know I am not regretting my identity here or the identity of my earthly life.  But here, I have discovered that I don’t need to associate only with people of my earthly faith because, with the walls down, I can find amazing points to communicate with others.

What do I believe now?  What is my spirit’s work?  How do we here accomplish growing? Intention.  And it comes back to that concept dear to me: integrity—spiritual and physical alike.

How?

It is quietly taking the cobwebs out of our hearts.  It is stepping out of the shadows.  It is living in light now.  For real.  It is not being afraid of being “claimed by satan” and hoping and praying to be claimed by God.  It is choosing to be with God/as God.  There is a difference.  It is no longer “sinning” by “missing the mark[1]”--of that I am very clear.

Coming to the spirit world when I did was tremendously valuable.  I could leave my family with some material comfort on earth.  And I could begin to see more sides of this cosmic puzzle by being here and soul-searching/soul-enlightening and soul-forgiving.  I was sooo up for the task.  I couldn’t contain all my garbage anymore.  My body said, “Enough.”  My spirit said so, too. 

I am grateful to be here, and if I can bring light to others here and also on earth, my goodness/Godness can shine.  Thank you for listening.  Thank you for broadening your mind and heart with what I have to say today.  This has been building for a long time, but now, I cannot hold back and feel I must bring this to you.

I am not a “member” of anything here except the “God-fold.”  For many who are wise, membership (American Express commercial) on earth may have its privileges, but the privilege of being a God-light here far surpasses the earth's activity of joining others in worship. Worship, actually, need not be a focus.  Service, though, has much more meaning.  Blueprint-building and sharing light have much more significance and importance. I want you to know I am interested in God-Merging, in being in the Light, to absorb it, and to shine it forth to others as Light. 

I do associate with former friends from Earth. But I do not want to not work on my Blueprint here.  That’s why I am so intent on studying and coming forth with a message for you.  I have dug into a lot more about the history—of the Christian churches, for one thing (there are others). And I see that things were not always recorded with 100% accuracy.  It is not that I am an avenger, really, but I do wish to bring through a lot more information to shed light to you and others—one, that you are not surprised when you come here, and two, that you can prepare and concentrate on doing something else on the earth that might be out of the confines of the church structure/religion as one’s identity. 

So part of my Blueprint (and there is a different one here but which might be tied to those on earth) is to work on the next frontier: the communication between the spiritual world and the physical world.  The understanding now that can come through the veil about “missing the mark” (sinning) and what that means in terms of what salvation is (or isn’t). 

Again, I am so alive here.  So excited to be doing so many things that I could not have imagined. I just wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t be going to the entrance gates of hell when I came here because of my anger and what I felt was my sinful, satanic nature.

I had quite the wake-up call! 

My Faith, Nutshelled

Self-study is important.  Self-acceptance is, too.  But it is selfishness that causes the darkness in one’s soul to certain degrees.  The forces of evil are multiplied thoughts and actions that have snowballed from the very first killing, as depicted in the Bible and other holy texts, which have only gotten stronger.  The wars and the fighting and the keeping people ignorant were thoughts that became real actions and tenderized/pulverized the hearts of many. 

This is what makes me “weep” here.

I am not standing guard over the earth neither as a watchman, nor as a sniper to kill thoughts of disparagement or dishonor.  I am a scholar who watches the watchmen and observes the historical patterns of human beings.  I have walked through historical tunnels here, back into ancient pre-dawn ideas, and have seen how they were planted.

From soon after I arrived till now, I have asked to go on a rapid-fire tour of many things, because my appetite is insatiable to find elements of truth here.  I am beckoned to visit civilizations of all ages and cultures, some of which I never knew existed, and have seen the etchings of human history unfolding on the cavern walls that people walked through prior to their birth on the earth.  The glimpses of discoveries were in their soul, bringing the words “Divine Blueprint” to an even more important level of experience for them.

Sometimes, people can and do “waste” their time on earth, in some senses of the word.  They connect to very little spiritual essence once they stake out their physical life pathway.  If they do not discover or are not brought to a “higher” truth or a different expression which would/could teach them a great deal more, they could become ever stuck in a cycle that might last their lifetime.  They will learn something—no matter what and no matter how.  Their spirit will change and grow in some way. 

If this channel had staunchly kept any religion to which she would attach her name, she could not bring through many of the things she is able to now.  To become an empty hole, then, is important.  By emptying that hole, then, there is room to bring through the pictures and the words that teach something new to them.  For them to channel this ancient newness of universal truths is part of their Blueprint.

For the last 20 or so years, though, in her life, there has been a prying loose of conventional ideas and faith precepts, some of which have left holes, no doubt.  But these faith tentacles were and are important to have detached from, for if she were entrenched in one religion or another, getting new ideas through would be pretty hard.  But with the limitations of being branded as a heretic and someone who lost their religion, this information will be tossed out faster than you can say, “My Lord and Savior,” or any other phrase that might come to mind.  Testing the waters with you, then, Channel, is what I am inclined to do. 

To my family:  I am testing these waters with true believers, people who have put their lives on the line to defend their beliefs.  Some of the most prayerful people.  Some of the most beautifully-intentioned divine beings I know.  Here is my question to you: will you dislodge some of your tenaciousness to what you now consider the truth, the ideal, and bend it some?  I do not say this lightly.  I am not encouraging you to throw it away, as I do see that for the rest of your life, your current belief may be a stabilizing and important point of your community and communal living.  What I am saying:  don’t become so stuck on this as the transcendent force that will cover the earth and the spiritual world in that order.

I urge you, instead, to “join” us here—as we work from the spirit side first.   

My StoryBoard / Bored

A middle-class Army brat from Georgia, an only child.  Married, one child, and a card-carrying member of a church when I came here.  I was only too happy to leave my bodily shell.  I was only too happy to have that form go into a casket and into the ground.  I was often way too ashamed of my life.

But I could not get rid of the “my life continues” part when I came here.  Funny how that worked!  The luxury of hiding in the cave of my mind, in the cave of our house while I was on earth—my last months at least, even before I knew for certain something was way wrong in my body, I was so relieved not to be on display—and did not have to be on stage and pretend act.  I could climb back into my protracted lifestyle and pretend that I didn’t exist in many ways. 

Not that I didn’t want to relate to those people I loved.  Of course, that was fine.  But the sheer relief of thinking I might have had, oh, ten or twenty more years in which to stew and such, I was amazed at how very much I suffered by not facing myself head-on. 

I had allowed the politics of my last workplace and the head honchos there to drive me further into hiding.  Talk about a hermit.  That was me.  Well, for the most part, anyway.  I could find little redeeming quality except my belief in God, my belief in family as eternal, and my belief in the possibility of transferring and transmitting the love that I felt with those I loved.  I was sincere!

But for me, facing Self was tough.  I was not into “Divine-ing” myself in the least! As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite.  I despised myself far too much.  The love for Self I pushed onto the people I loved, not doling any out (well, at least much out), for myself.  I put it into my faith. 

What I didn’t realize was that without faith in my Self, without love for my Self, the other doesn’t matter or help one shine and reflect the spark of divinity.

My Divine Blueprint

My Divine Blueprint here, then, partially, is to bring forth some information as it pertains to my study. I never would have imagined it would be so personal and so with this kind of widespread significance when I passed over to live here.  Neither did she [the channel].  But here we are, working to communicate.

Most scholars and religionists, or even atheists or agnostics, might not have faith in this type of communication.  But, then, what was divine words/divine interpretation/divine intervention in the first place?

In getting to know Percivel (the channel’s guide), though, I could see better what this joint venture—with each of you—has a touchstone on the earth.

If I Could But Try Again…

If I could but try again to live on earth, to master certain points while in the “school” provided by life on earth, would I choose my points differently? Well, I notice the holes in me, still.  I am aware of my inconsistencies, those in my spirit now, and those in my past spiritual fibers.  Altogether, my soul can live here for a long time.  But it eventually wants the practice of earth life to bring enlightenment.  To be“enlightenment” and enlightening—to share that with others. 

We are “enlightened” here, yes.  But the source of a bit of one’s inner incandescence is fueled by the daily experiences of one’s (hard life, and shard life[2]) on earth.   

I chose the circumstances of my birth pre-birth on the earth.  Not everything was “pre-destined” down to when I picked up certain groceries on a specific day, etc.  Those were life choices I made there.  But I (and everyone) make life choices before we are born on earth.  Purposefully.  With great thought and possibility.

The karmic forces of our nature, of our soul-light that needs work is why we go to earth.  It is the expansion of God’sLight/God’s power.  I want to testify to this.  I wish that the world would know this.  I stand here, perched on my soapbox with this plea, then:

Pre-Birth Decisions

The decision of your birth was your doing…you and the Godforce part of You! When you hear God speak to you, it is that divine part of you/God that gives “voice” to your goodness.  For the goodness of what you bring and wish to leave on earth as your soul lesson, or the lessons for and with others.  This is a powerful point of life.  Do your best not to gloss over it or to miss it.

Your spirit is alive here as your body is alive on earth.  But your spirit is also alive here during your life on earth.  What do we mean?  The spirit—the Divine Voice of your own understanding—is very much alive and activated for your enlightenment.  For what you leave on earth, what you bring to earth.  Your Voice of God is within you.  The Voice of God is You!

Hearing people pronounce their belief in God—whether they use “He” or “She” or Father/Mother God, or any number of other terms—is puzzling from here to me now.  I have seen the light of myself.  The light of God/Goodness/the force of the Creator continues to create.  With me.  In me.  As me.  And as others, too.

If You Want My Advice

What I am hoping?  That you will each explore your life’s pivotal points.  They are important steps on your ladder.  Discover what makes you tick.  What makes you tick with God, as God?  Or is there something that makes you tick with God?  Maybe it sounds like a radical concept.  I hope you have been able to glean some meaning in these messages. For the first time in a long time, I want to use my voice to be heard.  Something I couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—do often enough when I was on earth because of fear.  Something I did not do because of cowardice. 

I acquiesced.  I believed with the fibers of my being that my choice of faith label and “religion” had merit—in fact, the highest of merits.  Coming here, I know that it does (for those who need it) and did have merit.  But it also was a stumbling block in my spiritual health and spiritual growth. The anxieties and incongruences that I kept in were like keeping the lid on my spiritual garbage can, which was swilling with all kinds of impurities and unanswered questions.  I refused to clean it out.  For one thing, I did not want to see all the vomit and re-live the anguishes by looking back, looking into all that. I did not want to regurgitate again. 

I know I may not be saying anything new to you, but I will reiterate:  at some point, I put blinders on.  Years before that, I did the best I could by looking into exposes of my faith not being true.  Because of providing for my family, I stopped that and went in the reverse direction, embracing (externally) and, truth be told, internally, as well).  I did it for what I considered (and still do consider) a noble purpose. 

It is not that I was wrong—not totally.  But I did not comprehend how much more to it there was than that.  There was more to it than that.  I failed to be unafraid of the consequences of my faith until I had the warrant for my death in hand.  That is when I began to have dreams and out-of-body experiences and was taken to places in the spirit world that I have since visited and lived in.  I was not afraid to die.  Being swallowed up by death so quickly—well, I actually welcomed it.  Because I would no longer have to wonder.  I could explore on my own what was “up here” and “out in the spiritual world” that I longed to know.

Who’da thunk that I would be “saved”—by death?  By golly!

I could, once here, see more of why I had the experiences with the devil/satan at an early age.  My life, without attaching myself to a religion, would have been so radically different.  And, yet, this was a path I had chosen for myself pre-birth.  It was a “salvation” of sorts because it was a protection.  I had a destiny to be imprinted in working on morality, a life of faith that would keep me much more “in check” than I would have been had I been left to my own devices.  My experiences with “satan”—that maniacal being of my Super Ego, of my darknesses—shaped that and propelled me forward in it.  Whew!  Did they ever! But I do not, in the least, regret that choice.  I got to live parts of my soul with such love and laughter in my family and within my family of friends. 

So why am I standing on the soapbox now?  Because I wish I had woken up earlier than I did from the dreamy journey, I was taking in my life of faith.  I wish I had had the courage of my convictions to speak up.  It would have made an impression on my soul that would have helped me enter here as well as assisted my acclimation. I don’t want you to think that I have thrown everything out—on the absolute contrary, I have observed and taken things in being here—seeing what has genuine merit and what was perhaps taken on a different track simply from lack of knowledge, or lack of spirit world experience.

Welcome to My World – My Own Self-Portrait

My seemingly blasphemous statement of “religions do not serve one here” might have intellectually made sense to me if I had heard such a concept while on Earth.  And I was what I would consider a man of faith; at least, I felt I was pretty faithful.  But still, it doesn’t seem wholly true or wholly false.  It might have sounded a bit hollow, and yet, if I try to describe that same statement after being here and experiencing and witnessing the effects here, it takes on a whole new meaning.  It has made me want to be an artist and to sketch or color within the lines of this amazing picture I witness here and am a part of.  But unfortunately, this is not necessarily something I can share with you as something you might accept in the blink of an eye. 

You want the truth? Religious zealot, yes. Believer in God, yes. Moral man who clung to his faith, yes.

But—

I did not know “God”—really, at all. I didn’t “know” how to reach that pinnacle. I thought of myself as his son. I wanted to be dutiful and tried my best. But really, I hadn’t the first inkling about the Magnificence of Source—God.

I had much to learn.

 I can almost hear skeptics, “Who are you to speak this way?” Those who never knew me might question.  Yep.  I understand.  And I might have been right with you in that same thought if I had read this while living on Earth.  So I will assure you: I am the common guy with some smarts, but I am truly not a brainiac.  I am a man who knew and believed family was paramount.  A man who loved God and his family and friends and valued them in that sequence.  A man who honored his parents.  A man who loved the land and wanted to see the beauty of nature, which I felt reflected God’s essence all around me. 

Those are some things that made me happy—

          —But I was also a soul with a dark side, as I would now term it.  Not menacing. At least not to others, for the most part.  I didn’t want to break the law (well, after I went into the military—I kinda did want to), and was inconsolable to feel that there were people who willingly damaged the hearts and minds of other human beings.  Those who, I would say, went against God and who didn’t seem to understand what I believed was true: God needed us as much as we needed God. 

To teach my child the basics of faith, to be happy when my wife smiled—these were the little things that delighted me.  And yet I seethed inside because when I was the victim of what I considered injustice and when my own spirit was trampled upon, I was more than angry.  I smiled anyway, with venom dripping from the side of the mouth they couldn’t see.  I forgave anyway, to the tiniest degree my heart could handle. I was hopeful anyway, even though I died inside, worrying about enough money and about whether I was living my best life, serving God well enough, and always amassing myself for the lack thereof.  I was a simple guy.  A common guy.  A regular joe.  Yes, I questioned beliefs.  And I had experiences with God.  I also had direct experiences with “satan” back then.  These, early on in life, coupled with being in the army in a foreign land, not knowing what end of life I should really salute, if you can catch my meaning. 

I was a punster.  I loved to joke.  I also loved to play practical jokes.  Ask the people who knew me best.  I appeared subservient to the people I was serving, but in my mind, I always felt unworthy and yet was arrogant and felt that they were not deserving of their positions, or at the very least, should not have treated others as ruthlessly as they did.

I was a guy who was loved by his wife.  Deeply.  As a partner.  As a partner!  As an equal and someone with whom I could discuss things.   And adored by my daughter. And I adored her, too. I never thought I was good enough as a father or a husband.   I could see great plans for others, and while we built things as a family, I was never satisfied that it was good enough, either.  I unappreciated myself.  I under-appreciated myself.

Me, as a Reformer

This is Kem, almost like Martin Luther, but the difference is I do not wish to start a new movement or religion.  I hope instead to be a Reformer, at least shedding light on a few of the fallacies of how earth life is lived that might not be as easy to go through that “eye of a needle.” Of course, was not literal but rather an idiom of the day indicating a section of the town/community that rich people simply did not travel or “pass” through.  But the meaning can be something attributed to such faith.

If rich people in that day had gone through that “cue” and not only observed what life was like but had taken a step further into living as a common being, the class disparity and the class distinction would not have been such a severe thing to mitigate.

I do not have 95 theses with which I disagree, necessarily, but would have some points to mention that might assist in bringing humankind closer to an understanding of what one might just find when they come here.  And not to be as shocked as myself and lots of others.  Not to be as tempted to stay stuck in rigid concepts.  My “inquiring minds want to know” personality just can’t help it.  I studied—there on Earth.  I study—here in this place.  Nature of the beast, so to speak. 

How can I not share this—since I have the vehicle to get through—something not as easy for everyone?

What do you imagine was the beginning point of this, what appears to be almost a “dissertation?” Not necessarily “conversations.”  The ability to come back to this treatise and add things, to be able to bring even more things forth is an amazing message/experience in itself.   You don’t know how many times I was ready to bring forth some of the things I have been experiencing and alterations in my faith because of them.  But I had to be tempered.  They had to “pull back on the reins” of me somewhat because I needed more of a foundation and to explore more before just writing these things. 

That’s why it took so long.

Although my life on earth might have merit as a story to be told, I would say it would have to be coupled with (if not focused on) my life here. 

More of My Story at Spirit Birth’s Door

I had to slip away in the inconsequential noontime moments, so you wonder what happened to me then? 

I saw Light.  I experienced Light.  My being was finally, finally Light. Luminescent. Dare I say, I experienced my beauty! And the bonds of earth-thinking, of sin and sinners, and unrighteous and unworthy feelings felt lighter at that moment.  I was given the experience of being free almost instantly.  In a burst of unfettered ease, I turned my spiritual insides out! 

That elation did not last in the same intensity, though, because everyone has work to do when they come here.  But through loving my God-Self, I felt differently—if only to get an initial taste of the spirit world essence.  It was magnificent.  I don’t remember seeing the people on either side of me bring me up.  But I sure felt so different inside.

What Happened to Me?

I met Kem.  I met God-Kem quickly.  (Well, at least there was an initial introduction.)  And then the points of my faith came back to “haunt” me, and I slipped in my feeling and experience, slipped to the burgeoning of my heavy load of guilt and remorse and fear of satan, and my absolute desire to find and know God, to appease Him and prostrate my guilt and anguish. 

That’s a lot of things at the same moment, but it is what I remember.  Because this was my experience, I knew quickly that I could no longer stand to be shackled by my own belief system about me.  I had those two opposite experiences—one of elation and one of doom and depression.

Fork in the road!?  I then could not but choose elation.  That is how I adjusted here—striving to be born and step into these lands in which I did not just believe but know who I am.  That “I am.” And that “I am God,” too.

Before I left Earth to pass through Birth’s Door here, I was visited by a number of people (I didn’t realize it, but I was shown this later), people I had known on Earth, particularly church members or ex-church members.  They seemed happy to see me.  I was glad I wasn’t alone, actually.  Because I wanted to get the scoop of what came next (little did I realize that for every person’s birth is was so totally different and unique), but I was grateful for their steadfast love.

I saw myself as I had never imagined “me” to be.  I was shown the reflective pools and had the Book of My Life to study.  I did.  I did for quite some time.

What was I doing at my memorial service?  Oh, I was there.  I heard the love song sung by my adult child.  And I saw my ever-efficient wife take charge of all the details of the service, the burial, and more—and not miss a beat.  I felt the love of those who came to be tribute—laughing with you as you laughed about me (and who I was to each person).

I found settlement easily with such an amazing sendoff.  Well-wishers that my family gathered together, because of your love for me.  Do you know how much that means and meant to me?  Do you know how much your attending and bending to me helped me? 

I saw the trails of tears in people’s hearts, even if they did not allow them to come through their eyes.  I saw and experienced that love, that tribute.  I was proud to have been thought of and loved that way.  The “photos” I took of that day from here are in my own “scrapbook.”  These are memory-touchers.  I know that doesn’t have any meaning to you because you cannot quite appreciate or understand the context of what that means, but let me tell you, they are tribute-arties!  The fact that someone pays tribute on earth means so much.

I spent, then, sometime in self-study, in self-reflection.  My mom and dad—well, let’s just say we found each other and paid tribute to each other here.  It was so good to laugh with them, even at my expense.  I wanted to see them.  They were told I had come and we had a convergence that was pure joy.

I met up with Elaine and Joan, with Lee Shapiro, with Marshall, with those from the Unificationist upbringing.  Yes, Jack Hart.  Yes, others, too, who I did not know so well. 

The chance to see each other was precipitated by my desire to understand what role religion played here.  Old religious beliefs and what was new,

He had to recover and recuperate a bit for having been quite ill.  Also, his mental facility faculties needed time to rest and rejuvenate a bit.  But he was not nearly as huge a presence here as I thought.  And I see now why!

The spiritual world is made up of individuals—of “families” and “soul groups” (not made in the same way as “families” are made on earth.  There are those who wish to be together, to work and study and to live nearby.  It is not a place where things are torn apart forever, even if there is a different desire from old friends or spouses to pursue different work, different pathways here.  But things here are not static.  We don’t always stay in these groups.  We go on.  We go beyond.

But even that was comforting.  That knowing a thought could instantly bring you in one’s presence, there was not the anxiety of saying good-bye or the tendency to offend someone if you were going to explore a whole different area. 

In that sense, it is so much more natural than life on earth.  I was so happy not to have to be involved in the weather elements that used to turn me upside down with anxiety.  And here, I was young again.  So young.  So blissed by not having the encumbrances of my body wreak to need tending.  Honestly, it was so embarrassing to me to be in such a state before I passed—so horrible (physically deplorable) were those end days.  My family were troopers, though.  And they didn’t seem to mind, pretending that I looked “just fine.”  I knew the truth—yellow waxy saggy skin and countenance.  But you made it comfortable for me to let the rotting of the corpse do its thing without feeling shame.

For that I thank you, too. 

            I know (and I believe my wife knows, too) it was the best thing that I come here first, not her.  She survived for good reason.  I did not, also for a good reason.  I know she had no ill feelings toward me for leaving when I did.  I just HAD to. 

            My child, I know you can intellectually understand this, but also I thank you for your heart-based release of me at the end of my earth life.  That you have not held me back with remorse or such is amazingly helpful to me.  To how free I am to pursue my Divine Blueprint here…

If You Want My Advice 

What I am hoping:  explore your life’s pivotal points.  What makes you tick.  What makes you tick with God?  Or is there in any way something that makes you tick with God?  Perhaps you are impervious to this.  So be it.  I just, for the first time in a long time, want to use my voice to be heard.  Something I couldn’t do because of fear when I was on earth.  Something I did not do because of cowardice. 

I acquiesced.  I believe with the fibers of my being that my faith had merit.  Coming here, I k know that it does / did have merit.  But it also was a stumbling block in my spiritual health.  The anxieties and incongruences which I kept the lid on in my spiritual garbage can was swilling with all kinds of impurities and unanswered questions.  I refused At some point, I put blinders on.  Years before that I did the best I could by looking into exposes of my faith not being true.  Because of providing for my family, I stopped that and went in the reverse direction, embracing (externally) and, truth be told, inernally, as well).  I did it for what I considered (and still do consider) a noble purpose. 

It is not that I was/that was wrong.  But there is more to it than that.  There is more to it than that.  I failed to not be afraid of the consequences of my faith until I had the warrant for my death, in hand.  That is when I began to have dreams and out of body experiences, taken to points in the spirit world that I would later visit and live in.  I was not afraid to die, and welcomed it.  Because I would no longer have to wonder.  I could explore on my own what was “up here” and “out in the spiritual world” that I longed to know.

With my experiences with the devil/satan at an early age, I see more of why I had them.  My life, without my religion, would have been sooo different.  And, yet, it was a path I had chosen for myself pre-birth.  I had a destiny to be imprinted in working on morality, a life of faith.  My experiences with my satan, my “adversary” shaped that, propelled me forward in it.  Whew.  Did it ever.

            I do not, in the least, regret that choice.  I got to live parts of my soul with such love and laughter in my family, and in my family of friends. 

            What I am saying:  reserve your 100% faith in anything.  Guard that precious element of questioning and study more.  Study differently.  Become a SOUL / SOLE light-worker.  Excavating all kinds of things.

Family Times

Andrea---I say to you:  let the world be your guide.  Let the world be your company (as in business).  Let the world shape your pathway to do the things you wish to do in future years.  Do not let any attachments out of fear or guilt or anxiety keep you back or down. 

Anne-Marie:  You have the power to shape new methods within Unificationists circles, should you choose.  There are amazing moments for you to discover just how far reaching your work can go.  But you need not stop here, if you want.  You have other worlds, other things to conquer.  As a grandmother, you will have MORE MORE

Lyle, dare I come to you?  WOW.  You are transported here more than you know.  You are infused with healing energies when you might have no idea bout that.  It is your lifework.  Your attachment of money is leftover from other mindsets.  It is not the main purpose for you now.  You have been told this before, but you wish to keep returning to this essence.  It is not wrong to have interest and delight in this, but it is not your primary work.  That is the distinction.

Matthias – I will not argue about your scope and take on the world.  You love learning and you love teaching, ultimately, too.  This is a beautiful mind at work.  But toning down your mind to love will employ your heart.  That is your main lesson.  Living from your heart, not only your beautiful mind.  Beautiful heart.  That’s tough for a “father-in-law” to say because you are learning for the sake of your children and grandchildren.  The lessons are now, not in the future.  The pride of ownership of a beautiful heart is to make it work.  Exercise that heart muscle and talk not only about your brilliance, your discoveries that ignite you and your passion.  Talk in love to those around you.  You have a wife and a mother-in-law who support you in this.  You even can practice on two relative strangers.  You have this gift of the next months to prepare you for that.

I will challenge you to make more mealtimes and to talk about something of your heart, your emotions with those surrounding you at the dinner table.  You will be surprised how hard this is at first, but how easy it will become.

For your future communication, this is an element that will assist you more than you can foresee now. 

My Faith Now

I don’t want you to feel as if I have abandoned my faith.  Not at all.  But it has taken a curve here and there.  I have seen and met with Father, with the Moon children here.  It is not that they are living together and being in a fortress now.  There is no palace here in that respect.  There is no place for that here.  That’s why I mention that Jesus isn’t larger than life here.  He couldn’t be.  He is larger than light here.  But he is not the only one…

They have converged and are working on a more meaningful “unity” here.  Centering on Heung Jin, initially.   

The way people have thought of him, thanks to True Parents, is someone who can do many things.  He was the first one here from the union of Father and Mother; he prevailed even though it was a tough thing to go to the spirit world so young.  He has worked with his brothers and nephews who came here.  He is working on the core of the dysfunction of the family on earth.  He, with Father.

But the sons and daughters still on earth are pretty resolute in their own minds.  They are used to the trappings of judgment.  They are used to blaming each other, and blaming “the members”.  They continue to do so, to be so, no matter how much those here work to “bend and attend.” 

But the egoistic elements that led to building temples and palaces throughout all of history (not just in the last decades or within the church) is what I understand they want to change.

There is confusion in the family on earth now.  But there is much less confusion among these “family members” in spirit.  They want to elevate understanding and to elevate true knowledge. 

            Again, the term “messiah” means:  ability to move people.  In that right and in that sense, Jesus and Father are both “messianic” people.  This term is not totally exclusive to them.  There is only so much they can influence the earth.  There is only so much understanding from the earth about what they are hearing/feeling—how true is it?  How much does it matter in their lives.

Assurance—Who’s in Good Hands?

Or

Death Knoll/Death Toll

The curse of not knowing is the inability to prepare.   The curse of not knowing what it is or will be like on this side of the “veil” causes problems.  So many do not prepare well or at all for the inevitable next journey upon death and into the afterlife.

The thought of going to a heaven, “the heavens,” is perhaps what many people think of based on their religion’s faith.  They long to be with their father, their brother Jesus, or Mohammed, the mentor of their faith, Joseph Smith or Brigham Young, Lao Tse or Siddhartha, the Buddha Enlightened One. 

They MORE MORE MORE

The point of how this happens is fuzzy and unknown, but surely faith is the roadway people use.  For those with little or none or even forgotten elements of faith, the journey is there, nevertheless.  And it is not necessarily the lack of faith or the element of faith that will be the factor “where” or even “how” they land here. 

The element of belief of, “Oh, I am dead physically?”  And, “I seem still quite alive now,” is another point of faith.  It is the “conversion” to that reality which, in some cases, and depending upon how swift or tough the death, the departure was from earth life.

My Death Knoll

In my case, I did not linger long.  My spirit was jumping up and down to finally leave, to shed that old earth cloth and make my way here.  It was a beautiful thing, then, for me to leave the pain that was very real those last weeks.  I was ready to tear the veil (although I didn’t have energy with my physical self), and climb through the portal to wherever.

I was still plagued not knowing “what” I would come to.  Where I would once again “be” (exist), and just what life would be like here.  (Of course, that is true for every single being that transitions here.  There is never concrete, solid knowledge of where they will go, or how they will “land” and how it will be.  Therein, lies the need for elements of faith bringing comfort and solace.  And at least hope.)

A Process of Spirit Land Birth

During my birth into the spiritual world, for me, I was not totally unawares, though.  My spirit was engulfed in beauty.  To say it “rocked my world” doesn’t do the words justice.  There was an element of wonder that was immediate.  There was a pathway and those who helped me.  MORE MORE MORE

Rather like the doctors/staff at hospitals or attending a birth, wherever that birth occurs.   The young soul being born on earth and into physical life does not at first cognize how the clothing in which they were swaddled—be it cotton or silk brocade—serves them any less or any more than the other.  It is all about them; they have immediate needs to be attended.  The first is breath.  The next is the hope that the bright lights (in those cases where that is a factor) can dim and they could adjust more naturally to this circumstance, this world. 

The next is to suckle milk and start the growth process.  Unaware of what one can do such as walking and talking, at least ultimately, the infant just born has to make their presence known somehow.  Wailing seems like a good idea.  And it comes pretttyyy naturally.  This doesn’t take the knowledge of mobility.  This doesn’t take the art of reasoning.  It just wells up from one’s belly and spirit.  And hey, it seems to get results.

When the doctors proclaim the moment of birth and check vitals and so forth, even wrapping the child in a hospital gown, and making sure they are not too cold or too hot, depending upon where the entrance to this physical world was—well, do you imagine that there are those who also “birth” the spirit into this world?  

Are there unseen “doctors” or “nurses” and others that assist in bridging the gap from life on earth to life here?  The spiritual attendees may not be perceived by the physical people surrounding this physical birth, but there is most certainly a structure in place for the opening awareness of that child’s spirit to their senses here. 

The cognizance of that child’s spirit makes the difference in how much or how little is awakened.  But the spiritual attendants who assist in awakening the spirit here also work to erase some of the soul’s knowledge.  For if a soul knew everything upon entering the physical world and didn’t have to be “schooled” in its application, the validity of earth life would be somewhat lost or compromised.  The tenderness of a person’s spiritual cause and spiritual root might just be purposefully strained or even lost. 

The discovery of one’s spiritual root and what one does with it generates spiritual growth.  Even if memories in the spiritual realms prior to birth or other life memories from filters through, it is still necessary for one to put this into perspective and to be the point of reference for one’s inner life.

No one lives that inner life but the individual.  This is what makes the most complications in life but is also the way of becoming one’s divine self while on earth. 

[1] A definition for “sin” according to __________________ is “missing the mark.”

[2] “Shards” relate to the message of Divine-ing Self, and the Kali I’s on turning one’s Kaleidoscope. TM