SANANDA

Sananda present in Radiance, Thomas...my craft is stationed elsewhere than you are used to seeing, concern not over it.  I come in service unto God that a remnant may survive the destruction which appears all too imminent upon your place.  May your few remaining days of freedom be lived in joyous gratitude of service rather than in the tearing down from within.  So be it.

Has it not been said that none shall escape the sorting of the wheat from the chaff?  Has it not been said that none shall remain unaffected?  Who among you has been unaffected by shifting energies that intensify where you are?  Who among you is even with the board?  None!  None among you. And so shall it be.  The bombardment shall increase and those workers in my fields shall become most expert at protecting themselves within my lighted shield, for therein is you only protection.  For in the days before you the dark ones shall grow ever more aggressive in the desperation to remain dug-in.  Yet none shall remain dug-in who do not belong among the ones chosen to complete the task of God's Plan.  So be it.

At what point will any among you confront evil?  How far must you be driven in any given situation before you say, enough?  What form will your stand take?

We are most compassionate indeed as we witness the turbulence and struggle, yea, even among our very own.  It is the better part of wisdom to come to us in sincere petition to resolve such matters, for it is from the higher vantage point that proper resolution may come.  Man has efforted for too long to instigate his own solutions only to find himself in deeper and deeper and deeper, yea, unto the point of drowning.

Your world is at the point of all out war among all nations...the entire Middle East is a hotbed ready to EXPLODE with nuclear devices...can you not see the direness of your straits?  Can you not see the freedom as it is sucked from your very blood?  Can you not see the government taking full and total control of your very lives under the DISGUSTING, DECEITFUL, AND SHAMEFUL PLAN NAMED THE NEW WORLD ORDER?  Have you no passion left in you?  Why do you wait?  Will you write letters from your detention centers to be read by the jailors and sent nowhere?  Will barbed wire be your only horizon upon which to fix your gaze?  Will the blackened smoke from the fires of destruction be the air which you breathe for the next generations?  Will the once wondrous forests stand naked, stripped...as bare hillsides...a tombstone of tree stumps in memorial to what once was? What has happened to you?  What has happened to you?

Do you think that Hatonn and I come to tell you to prepare for what is nigh at thy doorstep because we have naught better else to do?  Will you ask yourself why you did not put aside some larder when the very mouse running across your floor looks like a good dinner to you?

AWAKE!  AWAKE!  AWAKE!  THE CALL IS GONE FORTH...AWAKEN FROM YOUR SLUMBER AND SEE THAT WHICH HAS BEFALLEN YOU.  TAKE YOUR STAND AND LET THOSE WHO GOVERN YOU AT THE LOCAL, STATE, AND FEDERAL LEVEL KNOW THAT IT IS THEY WHO REPRESENT YOU...THE VOTER.  THEY HAVE BEEN PLACED INTO OFFICE TO IMPLEMENT YOUR WISHES...THE CITIZENRY OF THE INDIVIDUAL STATES THAT COMPRISE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.  DO NOT LOOK BACK IN ANGER UPON THE NEW REGIONAL STATES, ALL NINE OF THEM, ONLY TO FIND THAT THE FREEDOM ONCE READ ABOUT IN BOOKS IS NOW A DISTANT CHAPTER IN EARTH HISTORY.  FOR WHEN THAT DAY ARRIVES, BELOVED, IT SHALL BE TOO LATE FOR YOU AND THEN THE HORROR SHALL BEGIN IN EARNEST AND IT SHALL LAST FOR GENERATION UPON GENERATION UPON GENERATION.  THE EARTH WILL HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED THE HORROR OF SUCH OUTCOMES AS WILL BEFALL YOU, IF THIS IS ALLOWED TO TAKE PLACE.  AWAKE!  AWAKE!  AWAKE!

The blood of your beloved sons is beginning to flow.  Will the sands of Iraq be as the rocks of the American Southwest...STAINED RED FROM THE BLOOD OF THOSE NEEDLESSLY SLAIN TO FULFILL THE PLAN OF THOSE WHO CONTROL YOU FOR A CAUSE WITHOUT HONOR?  How much blood must flow before it becomes an issue worthy of your examination?  How many must die before you suddenly realize, "Hey, perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all...." Too late, too late...always the awakening happens too late, when man will then look around to gaze upon the death, and the smoke, and the barbed wire from the places of detention only to know, I should have listened to what they had to say.  So be it.

Walk gently beloved for the journey is just begun.  Salu.

I Am Sananda

In Service Unto Aton/God

Within The Creation

2/5/91   SANANDA

http://www.phoenixarchives.com/express/1991/0291/08-03.pdf

2/7/91   SANANDA

I am here Thomas, let is begin, please.  I Am Sananda and I come in service unto God/Aton and I come in His Radiance...let there be no mistake about who I am and in whose service I ever dwell.

You are correct, Thomas, in your observation last eve that the number is few who radiate light and understanding with that which is occurring upon your placement...few indeed.  Almost all are caught in the tangled web of confusion spun by the master deceiver himself.  Most know not that they may ask for help in finding their way free from such entanglements, such confusion and pain.  Most know not that The Father not only is a real being but hears all that is said, and not said.  When I continually tell you ones that we stand ever ready to receive thine petitions...I MEAN IT!  Why are ones so eager to follow the darkened pathway without so much as a second glance or thought, and yet the lighted pathway stands in full view awaiting all who will seek it?  Why do you ones put me and mine scribes through literal hell in the interrogation and throwing of stones and hear not what is being said unto thee?  You have discerning capabilities...use them!  Always man wants his food spoon fed unto him...and then chewed as well.  Well the time for us spoon feeding and chewing your food is past for you ones had best be in the rapid learning of not only getting and storing your food and the cooking thereof...but the growing thereof.  So be it and selah.

With each passing day the ticking grows louder and louder in our ears...tick, tick, tick...like a time bomb waiting to explode.  Such is the plight that has befallen beloved Earth, Shan, Terra...the Mother who has served you with honor.  Her pain is deep and it is the Father's promise unto her that she shall be healed.  So be it.

The blood is running, beloved...it is running through the sands into the beloved Mother.  And as it filters down through the sand it finds its way unto the huge underground pools of oil...and, indeed, they do not mix...blood and oil.  The blood floats to the top of the oil and reflects back the exploding bombs that preceded.  The blood reflects back the pain of family who will never know of their beloved's departure from that place.  The blood stains the hands of all the ones partaking in the destruction of the innocent, the children, the women, the elderly...and these stains shall serve as the reminder, lo, for untold years in your counting, that such destruction serves not My Name, nor My Father's Name...but serves Satan...and it is in Satan's presence that these stains shall serve as the reminder that the experience not be forgotten.  So be it and selah.

Satan sits on his throne in glee...man is falling for it...he is taking the bait and biting hard.  For with Satan there is no spoon feeding required, no chewing of food required...rather, he needs only to toss the hook in your direction and all ones lunge at the opportunity to take the bait...and then the entanglement amidst the web is all but complete, yea unto death.

Where is your honor?  Where is your integrity?  Where is you freedom that you proclaim to fight for?  Where is your Constitution?  Who are these evil men who make the decisions to take the lives of those you hold most dear?  Why do you blindly accept all that is dished out for you to consume?  Why do you not demand clear communications from your media and news presses?

The pits will be large and deep as the bodies are piled one upon another in the mass graves that shall soon be upon you.  All ones will die with their boots on and each among them will wonder why.  All will go nameless for the graves of the hundreds shall be unmarked in the ending for there shall not be time to concern for the dead for even the living shall be as the dead.  Yea, though you walk through the valley of shadows I am ever with thee.  Who among you will turn from Me?  Who among you will turn from the Father and ALL LIGHT at the final bell toll?  What will you fix your gaze upon in the countless years before you?  Will the darkness and world's without light be your dwelling places?

AWAKE!  AWAKE!  AWAKE!  THE CALL IS GONE FORTH.  WHO AMONG YOU WILL HEAR?  RETURN UNTO THE FATHER...RETURN UNTO THE WAYS OF GOD...THE WAY SHOWN UNTO THEE.  RETURN UNTO THE LIGHT WHICH I AM.  RETURN UNTO THE LAWS OF GOD AND THE CREATION, DEARLY BELOVED, WHILE THERE IS YET TIME.  THE TIME IS AT HAND.  THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS AT HAND.  TURN YOUR FACE FROM EVIL AND WALK IN MINE LIGHT THAT YOU MAY COME TO KNOW THE KINGDOM AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY.  SO BE IT.

I Am Sananda

One With God

In His Service

WHO ARE YOU?

Resource: Phoenix Journal Express, February 1991, Volume 8, #3.

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