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Bless the word,

Friends, you’ve all managed to overcome adversities of sorts and STILL your willingness and eagerness to undertake new projects and relationships is approached with a pristine newness of desire to create—-every time.

Bravo! May I suggest, if you re-member, the old way of doing things—when you each come into those “new” feelings, to HOLD that higher vibration throughout your projection.

When you sign your name to a piece of paper, let it BE to serve your highest purpose.

When you enter a new relationship of any sort, let it BE to serve your highest purpose.

When you’re sitting in thought, tune into your heart’s desire and let your SPIRIT be raised and plug into those the higher vibrations/frequencies. Hold those vibrations THROUGHOUT in order to experience your desire—your CREATION.

When I was cold in my house a few nights ago, all I desired was HEAT! We don’t have utilities as a result of hurricane Sandy—yes I was worried, then sad, then angry. I saw it for what it was OUTSIDE of myself, in the world. Now, after some days, I had calmed down and was ready to deal within myself. That’s all I meditated on and then at some point it happened—from over my head it began to warm me inside and out. I felt tremendous warmth, I didn’t look around to see where it came from, I KNEW it was ME. I could FEEL and that’s all I desired—to feel warm. I didn’t have to work hard and sweat and roll over…I simply desired what I want, I can even call it meditation with conviction—that would serve my highest BEing at that moment…and CREATED it.

I was eager share the story of what I had done right away, but God wasn’t finished working on me—purposefully. I had no choice but to “be still” in the almighty’s will. You know when something exciting happens to you and you want run off and tell everybody, but you have to first sit through the details? It was like that! Don’t unplug too soon, you’ll leave gas spewing everywhere, and you’ll find yourself stalled partway up the road! Be still and follow through.

God explained something to me on the edge of my thought when I realized what *I* had done.

 “Instant gratification is fine. Use it to serve your highest being, as this heat you desired. Your thoughts, your words, your actions create your NOW. When what you create no longer serves your highest Self, bless it and let it go.”

Sometimes we’re blessed with purposeful GIFTS from God. In other words, when we’re blessed within the glory of God, it is an opportunity to CREATE whatever we want…that would serve to our highest purpose. Can I say we’re given blank checks? Yes. Everyone gets blank checks because EVERYONE is entitled to blessings. It’s what you do with the check that counts. If you don’t believe you are blessed, then that is what you create—lack. You keep throwing away checks.  If you believe another person /animal is not entitled to be blessed, then you take away from yourself. You keep writing checks for everyone else. Giving to yourself is to give to another. Fill in your check and cash it! Don’t wait around for someone to “hand you blessings”—CREATE your blessings—CASH in your checks! Tell God what you want; your heart is the telephone—think about what you want, say it, claim it, believe it, desire it—and CREATE it. And don’t hang up until you do! Praise God!

KNOW that you are blessed. KNOW that you are not without God. God is within you. BELIEVE in you and KNOW that if what you desire brings forth your holy spirit, it should bring forth the holy spirit in others, and God’s glory will be all over the place! Believe it! POWER IS MENT FOR THE PEOPLE! Bless

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I dreamed that I was in a place (looked like an auditorium) standing with chattering parents, and a strange man came in. He was clammy-looking with dull colored skin (whitish-greyish, it still was gross). I had seen him in another dream some time ago. He was not good in that dream either. In this dream he represented disease. When I saw him I ducked behind a chair and sit there. He began to speak and told the people who were present that he had some sort of vaccine to help heal their children—all the children had to do was lick or stick some sort of paper to their skin. He said the name but I didn’t remember it upon waking. He had a demo of which I was peeking through the space between two chairs to see. Then something dawned on me, if all the adults were in here, in what seemed to be an emergency meeting, where were the children? And what was happening that they would need a vaccination?

I ran out of the room but there parents already flooding the halls in a panic. Some people were spraying and cleaning parts of the school. I didn’t get what was going on, until I saw some of the children. They were walking in line very calm; that wasn’t the problem. They were gray-blue, like zombies. I could see their veins through their skin, in their faces and hands. The parents were in pure panic, and were told not to touch the children. The children appeared to not see them—they looked straight ahead as they walked. I ran to a bathroom to throw up but a man came in and asked me if there was a problem and if he could help me with something. I held my vomit and ran out as he proceeded to spray the bathroom toilets. The same was happening on all five floors. I saw only one person with some kind of skin-tight covering from head to toe; she came out of a room of which I went into, and there were men and women dressed in black-tie evening attire. They were laughing (I’m talking about head back open-mouth jolly) and holding glasses of champagne, and talking about weddings and other things. I lost that view for another point.

At this new point, I felt like I was hiding in a small bathroom when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and a man was there, clearly panicked. He kept saying he was sorry and that they had messed up and asked me what should they do now and if I could tell them what to do. I then figured that I must’ve been in a projection of someone else’s dream. In other words, I was experiencing an inception. The man said to “me” that he and the other parents didn’t have any money to give and that they would collect money from their businesses and insurances and such but that it would take time. I agreed and felt myself smile maliciously. I woke up.

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