And…when the Spirit of Locusts’ deep baritones of brown-those hues contain more wondrous colours of much shared energy mass and sounding like cacophony at tim they mass together but lading o harmony…eventually, with such sounds, than at first sightings seems possible, with little time to process, while shocked by their own out of their control velocity, and blinding lights of yellow in their wake. Those that could be heard accompanying the high notes of chaotic panic. That left behind them as loud as theirs but, further afield of Glory from them, cries because of the rapid, seemingly mindless, destruction they cause, it made these locust Spirit questions:
*How* are we hated thus, to come to Your great presence, only to burn in it? Most esteemed elderly One?
How to help us before we burn up to our deaths being thrown by the winds of sheer disaster we seem to leave behind us, simply because we need & smell abundant food? Do We hoard it?
So that, to the greatest, most wise being to have existed in each & every Universe including the Heavens. Where The Holy Spirit is of such witty magnitude, it shines and almost magnetises but, by and with a composure it has learned, along the way of itself, that it has. Ably controlling in such much composed and Peaceably Principled manner, that of true experienced consciousness that is not measured in any times. It also applies attention at all times but one day per week, not only to it’s Actual Mass and what that can and does indeed do, but to the awareness of each particle therein and in it’s wake, for forwards is still being explored well by scouts of itself. Utilising, all the stealth and energy mass, light and sounds of that. The alchemy of creating mass into any form deemed possible by the energy of it, was indeed Pleasing to such as that bing… Became possible and is not only possible but proven to itself with no need to prove anything to any… That Own Spirit who has many many extremely close friends. Friends who have almost as much answered, as the wisest, who answered:-
“Go…do not burn unto me, see for yourself by way of man, how to gather food as my children do. Love me as they do…by colourful expressions that become harmonious, melodic sounds we enjoy.” They had no choice, their will was not even a mark on that One containing so much more than their Spirit and they knew it even before they arrived.
You only need observe (try not to even shy from yourself), to see which man has the nature (natural instinct, ignoring their part in the entire Spirit-not even a mark-to destroy, by any means seemingly fair but usually foul-of locust type destruction, whom man copies but, is certainly not that way naturally.
Either way…how fortunate that we are not anything like locusts and, to have experienced this wondrousness? Being give this opportunity to change and deliver well.
That elder, the most esteemed for Wit, Spirit, Melody, Colour, Sight, Sound and the Hearing of every kind, who met every kind & type to have been anywhere, and that, as the first to achieve such muchness, and was cause to know how to teach, every being every lesson, to be learned whilst under the sun, in Spirit and body(s).
I call that being “my GOD”. Who has granted me, of all people(🤣😱😳) to express myself in my own absolute and by actual(s) truth. And shown me plenty of ‘How’s’ in answer to most others’ ‘why’s’. How together in Holy Spirit, to develop something so special I keep my mouth shut about. until recently. That while using my brains which were somewhat awestruck while previously stupefied by the actualities of my disabled life in England. Into being my own version of my own self, not anyone else’s will or version. Which can actually be fun.
For that beautiful ….. is a gift and … of course helping my survival to be my own Female human, not Dove-metamorphosis-is something so very special about Spirit energy Alchemy, that only my GOD & those Arch Angels guarding well all in THE INNER CHAMBERS, and all close to…I am most truly and as graciously as I possibly can be, thankful. Though a great deal awestruck and processing much as I’m able. And that most HOLY being has and still is revealing rather a lot that I did not ask about but that is. Earth eh? WOW! What a class, we live because of. How can we not even love each other as well as our Holy Spirit minds’ hearts and our human hearts’ minds do?
I asked how to fix current situations I and those I encountered in friendly Peaceable manner and, and in most unfriendly-actual hatred of enmity filling their blood flow with such drive it disturbs & unsettles though I bring light and, was so overwhelmed by the entirety of those hateful (feelings alien to me) exchanges, that I have been helped by Angels & Arch Angels, to just be me, a thing I’ve willed since my first taste of consciousness. One of those actual Arch Angels being my own soul-mate. What a blast! I speak fluent Arch Angel? Of course I do. As for the language of GOD, It is Love.~M.R.A.S.2021
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