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Mary |
Remain united my children |
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Remain united and you can save
yours |
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Remain united and you can help me
save mine |
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Remain my children united |
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Narration |
We nod our heads at these words |
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And remain in silent meditation,
eyes closed, hands joined |
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Scribe’s Spirit |
Is it silent |
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Listen closer |
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Narration |
I listen closer |
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And oh dear I hear
Ruth’s sobs |
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She is weeping – quietly weeping |
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I listen further |
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She feels at a loss |
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She feels that there has been so
much time and so much space |
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Between her and her children |
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That she hardly knows them
anymore |
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She does not speak their language |
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They no longer speak hers |
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How can she help them |
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How can she ever reach them |
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She can taste her despair in her
mouth |
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She puts her fist to her mouth to
keep herself from sobbing aloud |
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To keep herself from screaming
and screeching to the Heavens |
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In anger and in hurt |
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In despair and in frustration |
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For truly she is torn |
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She cannot stay – she will not
survive the stay |
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She cannot leave – her mother’s
heart will not allow her to leave |
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She loves her children – they are
hers and they are lost and unhappy |
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How can she possibly leave them
to this fate |
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And yet they no longer share a
common language |
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They no longer even seem to share
a common mind set |
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For their heritage and the
knowledge of who they are |
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Is buried deep within them |
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And it seems that they are not
interested
Or know not how to access them |
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And Ruth closes her eyes and
allows herself to rest |
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Allows herself a moment of
stillness |
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A moment where conflicting and
raging emotions
Are not coursing through her |
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Are not ravaging her |
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She is still |
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Grieving but still |
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And now I tune back into our
circle |
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Michael and
Sage have also been tuned into Ruth |
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We are now back focused on our
joint center |
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I look to Michael to take the
lead |
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And he says |
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Nothing |
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For he knows you cannot reason
with a mother’s heart |
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You cannot tell her to not
feel
for her children |
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You cannot tell her to simply
walk away |
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And allow them to make their own
choices |
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Allow them to in ignorance choose
their misery
And possibly their death |
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No, you cannot tell a mother this |
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For truly it would drive her to
the point of insanity |
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And Michael is still |
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And the burden lies heavy on
Michael’s heart |
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Not so much for the children it
would seem |
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But more for their mother |
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And we sit in silence as Michael
ponders the situation |
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Scribe’s Spirit |
Not so silent |
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Listen closer |
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Narration |
And Michael is pouring out his
heart to his God the Father |
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And yes, he is pleading Ruth’s
case to Mary his Mother |
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Archangel Michael |
Dear God and Goddess |
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Please help us |
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Please bless us |
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Please guide us |
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Please you who are our Father and
our Mother |
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You, more than anyone, understand |
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The pain that Ruth, the
children’s mother is in |
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Please Father I would that you
spare her this hell |
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Please Mother I would that you
offer her real words of comfort |
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But we all know that the only
words that will comfort her |
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Are that she will see her
children home |
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God |
And have I not already spoken
those very words |
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Read back |
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I have already decreed to Ruth
That she will see her children home |
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If she chooses to ignore my word |
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There is nothing I can do for her |
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If she chooses to indulge in her
fear
And her maternal anguish |
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That is her choice |
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I AM her God |
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And it is time for her to
recognize this fact |
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It is time for her to recognize
me |
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And to acknowledge
My power and my wisdom and my truth |
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It is time for her to acknowledge
The authority and truth of my words |
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It is time for her to choose |
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She may now choose to place her
faith in me |
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Or she may choose to look around
her |
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To look at what she thinks she
sees: |
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Her children who no longer
look like her children
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Herself dependent on a little
immature white child
To save her children
Whereas the great souls of her tribe could not
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Her children ignoring her as they
have for centuries
And continuing to ignore her to their death |
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Or she may choose to look at me |
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Have I not told her she would see
her children home |
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Where is her faith? |
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Tell her to take her eyes off of
everything else |
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Tell her to take them off even
her children |
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Tell her it is not about her
grief nor is it |
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About what she can or cannot do
for her children |
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Tell her that I AM the God of her
Fathers |
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Tell her that I AM the God of her
Mothers |
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Tell her that I AM the God of her
gods |
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Tell her that I AM the one God |
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And that she is to place her
faith in me |
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She is to prove her faith in me |
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By believing in my words |
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For blessed are they who do not
see |
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Yet believe |
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I have stated it |
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It is so |
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It is now up to Ruth to choose |
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She may choose Faith and live to
see her children home |
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Or she may choose to ignore me |
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And to look at the apparent
reality before her |
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And thus torture herself to the
point of near death |
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Torture herself so that she is
useless to the very children |
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She says she loves and would help |
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Torture herself
So that my angels are forced to take her away
from you |
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And these messages end |
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And this channel of help
To her so-called beloved children end |
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Does she love her children or not |
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If she loves her children, let
her prove her love |
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By placing her faith in me the
God of gods |
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If she does not love her children |
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