Messages to Humanity ^™

 

Scribe’s Higher Self

Activate your Spiritual Eye

All right dear what do you see

Scribe

Nothing yet

Scribe’s Higher Self

Good.  Continue

Yes what is coming to mind

Scribe

Archangel Michael
In the form of a winged white horse

Flying across the sky

Scribe’s Higher Self

Excellent!

Look at Michael.  What is he doing

Scribe

He is flying

Scribe’s Higher Self

Where is he flying to

Scribe

Up into the sun

Scribe’s Higher Self

Are you sure

Scribe

He is flying over the earth

Traversing it, circling it

And when he notices a certain group of people

He touches down

Stays with them

And then flies off again

In search of another group of people

Scribe’s Higher Self

Does he leave them alone

This group of people

Scribe

No – a part of him – a whole of him

Stays with them

Another whole of him

Flies off

And the cycle repeats
Until each group has its own Michael

Scribe’s Higher Self

Very good dear one

Now tune into one group

Pick a group, any group

And tune into them

Scribe

They are sitting in a circle at a campsite

Similar to my campsite at Loon Lake

I see a young-to-middle age male

Who seems to be the focus of my attention

He is talking to the group

They are listening to him

He lifts them up in song and prayer

Scribe’s Higher Self

Don’t project; just observe

Take your time dear

Keep looking at this male

Tune into him

Scribe

He is praying

He is their leader

But he feels in over his head

He feels the need for assistance from the heavens

And he is praying for it

I feel his despair

He prays but it is with a feeling of isolation
And not much hope

For he has been alone so long

Without help for so long

And his people look to him
But he is but a mere mortal

And he doesn’t want to disappoint them

He is doing the best he can

But he is but a mere mortal

Dear God, help him!

Help him already!

And the Spirit of Peace descends upon him

And he is calm and at Peace

And he sits in silence, his eyes closed
Cherishing the moment

Cherishing the Peace

He recognizes the Peace
To be in response to his prayer

And he holds onto it for dear life

He does not want to open his eyes
And face the physical reality before him

He does not want to open his eyes
And see the eyes of the people around him

Their eyes upon him, searching him
Looking to him for everything

Him a mere mortal

And so he keeps his eyes closed
Cherishing the Peace

And dreading the moment
When he finally has to open his eyes

And face his physical reality once more

Scribe’s Higher Self

Very good

You are doing well

Stay with this man; stay with the group

Is there anyone else in the group that you notice

Scribe

There is a young woman in the group

She is beautiful

She sits in the circle not quite opposite the man

But nearly so

And her beauty shines; she is radiant

She has more confidence than the man has

She is more certain

She has more hope

She too is praying

She is directly connected to her Higher Self
While at the same time

Keeping her eyes upon the man

And she is praying for him

For she senses his discouragement
How long he has been waiting

And she is praying for him

She is confident; she is certain; she is joyful

His weakness does not faze her

But she prays for him

She knows her prayer will be answered

And she waits in joyful expectancy

Scribe’s Higher Self

And then what happens

Scribe

And then Michael alights

And walks toward them

And he is now in the form
Of a tall white-robed being radiating light

And he walks toward them

And he is nearly upon them
Before any one notices him

He stands directly behind the young woman

But no one sees him

For they are all looking at the man

And he has his eyes closed

Scribe’s Higher Self

And the young woman

Scribe

She has her eyes closed

She feels the response to her prayer

She is connected to her Higher Self

And feels the divine presence behind her

But does not think that it has physically manifested

She is tuning into it
She is tuning into the finer vibration of her circle

Now that Michael is with them

And Michael places his hands upon her shoulders

And the woman gasps aloud in joy

She knows an angel has touched her

She knows!