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The Winds of Change My Child Are Blowing:
Channelled through Pat Graham.
The Winds of Change My Child are Blowing, just as a Broom Sweeps Clean; Clearing away the Old, Leaving Room for the New. Likewise in My Heavenly Worlds, Winds of Change do also blow, for they Herald the Need for a Change or Two, in oh So Many Ways.
For there Comes a Time when Certain Elements, Scenes or Whatever, have no further place within that particular soul’s path, for like rubbish thrown away, they have indeed served their purpose, and thus a New Pattern Of Need Does Emerge, just as of course, I foresaw, so Many Many Aeons Ago. For they are but a Progression of all those Spiritual Lessons, and thus Once Learnt, Further Realisation and Remembrance is then Sought, Albeit at Times Unbeknown to that Particular Soul.
But we, in these Celestial Spheres know before that soul becomes aware of the importance of My Winds of Change, which many hear but comprehend not. For it is too simple really, and Man/Woman have Lost Deep in Themselves that Childlike Simplicity and Wonder, and that Realisation that Everything is Planned, that all Life has a Purpose and a Plan, thus must man/woman all move along, even if inwardly they wish for no part in that Great Circle of Life, of that Vast Heritage that has Yet to Come, Ultimately.
That is not to say that Free-will does not exist, because it does. There is No Rush or Competition, as Each Soul is able to Ascend to Greater Heights and Planes of Being, Beyond that which Is their Origin, (and There are Many Different Heritages/Galaxies/Rays Of Origins, I Chose for the Existence of Life), for Golden Though Those Days Were, They Were But The Beginning of Future Worlds and Planes of the Highest Light, Not Known To Many Back in the Dawn of Time. Indeed, Just a Few Of My Most Trusted Ones, Knew Of That Which Would Be Made Available For My Beloved Children, When Those Times Would Come To Fruition, As We Would, Many Aeons of Time Later, Journey Ever Forwards Through The Divine Spheres Into Even Greater Wonders.
Once you know, in those Very Early Days, All Life Heard My Voice in the Wind and the Rain: Saw My Face in the Sun Itself, and were thus Deep in My Heart, which Although All Life Still Is, Man/Woman so Often Know It Not, Or Too Often, From Whence they Came and Where They Will Return, After Their Earth Sojourn Comes To An End. At Which Time, Refreshment Will Be Partaken Of, Awareness Remembered, but it is so Good for My Beloved Ones to Know This Whilst Living Far From The Plane Of Their Birth, Where All Too Often, The Veil of Earth Incarnation, Hinders Their Joyous Recognition of their Homeland.
However, there was indeed a reason, whilst My Beloved Ones Journeyed Far Away From The Heavenly Realms; It Has Always Been For Purposes Of Testing, Both Inner and Outer, the Prize of Which, Will Not Be Known, Till The Soul Has Ascended Back to Not Only Its Divine Heritage But That Veil Between Myself and My Beloved Ones, Has Been Transcended Whilst Earth Life Has Been Lived, Yet Again.
The Earth Itself Knew Me So Well, just as the Mountains and Seas thereof, but that Ancient Wisdom has been Sadly Lost, but it all had to Come to Pass, just as there will always be Surprises, for just at the End of Earth’s Evolution, Another Plane will all Life Travel To. For as more is thus learnt, New Goals Will I Set, for More Than One Paradise – Will All Life Go Through Yet. For at the moment, My Dream is but a Speck to what in Long Ages Ahead, All Life Will Lay It’s Head, Be At Peace, Feel Love For All, And So Much More, Which I Keep To Myself, Until The Timing Is Perfect and Right. Thus New Ideas Will I Once Again Dream, and oh what fun it is to Inspire Other Wise Ones, with What’s In My Mind – Just As It Always Has Been.
World Without End.
Amen.
From God And His Son.
25 January, 1984
Comments
Hi Julian,
Thank you, the picture is interesting.
Pat