My True Realities

It's really quite simple. Love somebody.  Oh, I know that the expression takes various forms. I know that there is a real, tangible frequency involved. Yet, it really is that simple.  The best description of intercession I've ever read comes from A Wrinkle in Time  by Madeleine L'Engle.  Meg has lost her brother, Charles Wallace, to IT. IT is what I call the impossible. Charles Wallace has forgotten who he really is. He has no recollection of his own heart or being. He has behaved in hateful ways toward Meg and their father. His Reality has been hidden by impossibility.  And Meg can only intercede.  "She could stand there and she could love Charles Wallace.  Her own Charles Wallace, the real Charles Wallace, the child for whom she had come back to Camazotz, to IT, the baby who was so much more than she was, and who was yet so utterly vulnerable.  She could love Charles Wallace. Charles. Charles, I love you. My baby brother who always take

So many things have clicked tonight. As I go ever deeper into the Heart of the Father and allow Him to rearrange the way I have always seen the world, I find that it's much more complicated and yet at the same time much simpler than I've always thought. When Yahweh first started telling me that He is all that there is, I knew that didn't mean that He was evil or that He allowed, sanctioned, or took part in any of the myriad of horrors I've witnessed on the news, in the lives of those around me, or in my own life. It is not His Nature. It could never be. So, in order to understand, I separated the Reality of who He is from the illusion of who He isn't, and instead of judging what is and what isn't based on what I experience, I judged it based on His Nature. But Yahweh said, "The colors can only remain separate on the painter's palette. If you want to paint a world, you have to mix them together." As I ascended to this place of We, I found that