Messages to Humanity ^™

 

Scribe’s Higher Self

Good let us begin

Close your eyes

And open your Spiritual Eye

What is coming to mind

Scribe

The white horse

Scribe’s Higher Self

Good what is he doing

Scribe

He is chewing the grass

His head is lowered to the ground

And he is chewing, eating

Scribe’s Higher Self

Good continue

Say

Scribe

An Original American has come up to him

He has his arrows in a bag over his shoulder

He pets the horse

Scribe’s Higher Self

Excellent

Continue

What happens next

Don’t anticipate honey

And don’t force

Just allow it to percolate up to your consciousness

Just allow and observe

Scribe

The horse turns his head
To look at the Original American

And licks his face

On both sides

And then the Original American
Climbs up onto the horse’s back

Scribe’s Higher Self

And where do they go

Scribe

The Original American squeezes his thighs

And the horse canters off

Scribe’s Higher Self

Where do they go

Scribe

They go to that campsite where the Virgin is

With the two angels

That campsite that welcomed her

Scribe’s Higher Self

Excellent

What happens next

Scribe

They arrive at the campsite

And the Original American dismounts

And he is greeted by two Original American men

And he has news to tell them

And he tells them

Scribe’s Higher Self

And what does he tell them dear

What does he tell them

Scribe

The walk him to a spot where all three can sit

So they can more properly listen
To what he has to say

And he speaks in earnestness

His story is true to him

I am not sure if it is a story he has witnessed
Or simply a story he has heard

But he believes it

Scribe’s Higher Self

What does he tell them

Scribe

I don’t know

Scribe’s Higher Self

That’s all right dear

What are you seeing

Scribe

The three of them talking

The two others considering what he is saying

Considering the implications of it

Considering what to make of it

Scribe’s Higher Self

And now what happens

Scribe

The storyteller has finished telling his tale

He gets up to leave and he must leave

For he needs to communicate his message

To the next group of Original Americans

He needs to leave
And go to the next campsite and the next

Telling them each his story

And he bids fare thee well
To the two who listened to him

And he gets up on the horse

And canters away

Scribe’s Higher Self

And the two Original Americans left behind

What do they do

Scribe

They sit down and talk between the two of them

Scribe’s Higher Self

What are they saying

Do they believe his message

Scribe

They know that he believes his message

They know that he told his truth

But they are not quite sure what to make of it

What does it mean

How can it be

Scribe’s Higher Self

And what is it

Scribe

There was a sign in the sky

Scribe’s Higher Self

Excellent, continue

Scribe

All who were there saw it

There was a large visible sign in the sky

All could see it

It was physically manifested

Scribe’s Higher Self

And what does the sign look like

Scribe

I am thinking
That I am seeing the face of our Heavenly Father

Scribe’s Higher Self

Very good

Now darling, the Original Americans, some of them

Have seen the face of the Heavenly Father

The face of Father Sky

And what did those
Who saw the face of Father Sky do

When they saw his face

Scribe

They were in awe

They had never been favored
With the sight of his face before

Scribe’s Higher Self

Were they frightened

Scribe

No they were not

They responded in love

For they loved their Father

They could not believe their good fortune