Jesus: The Collective and The New Earth
"The Return Of The Prodigal Son," Rembrandt van Rijn
State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia
This morning Anita Sacco* told me of a vision she had seen of a new earth arising out of the old. It resonated strongly and brought back to me this message from Jesus that I received a year and a half ago. It bears repeating.
April 27, 2020
Ann: Richard – and whoever else might like to chime in, Anita* wants to know if all this talk about a utopian collective is a product of wishful thinking on the part of intuitives like myself and others who see hardship as a precursor to fundamental positive change?
Jesus: Meaning no disrespect to Richard, of course, but I would like to step up to address this question.
The problem, Anita, is that your concept of the collective is too small. You are thinking of the earth, its genesis and evolution, as something affected by the hopes and dreams of all those who have watched in dismay the vicious and circular trajectory of humankind’s devolution from one generational horror to yet another, each more catastophic than the last. And you are right, this is cause for great concern, not only for those who inhabit the earth, but for all of us trying to influence the consciousness of those on the planet so that a change of course might be affected.
But that is not the whole story. The real collective is immense. I cannot even conceive of a description that would fit within the limitations of human language. That Consciousness spawned the cosmos, the multiverse, the stars flung far beyond the reaches of imagination, and all of the worlds in between. In that cosmos, the evolution of one little planet earth is assured because the force of that expansion is not to be revised or hindered by small-minded egos on a tiny planet in the middle of nowhere. We will be swept along with the positive tide of the Divine, never you fear.
What you are really asking concerns the fate of this small planet and its inhabitants for whose souls I and others have been engaged in an epic struggle ranging over eons, a conflict you yourselves initiated when you conceived the idea of a split-off from Holy Union. Like the Prodigal Son, you left the Father’s home and farm to see what you could accomplish on your own. As you may recall, that didn’t work out too well for the Son until he realized that his home was his home, and there could be no self-made substitutes.
I spoke in parables because then and now human language cannot touch the absolute truth represented here. If you want to know more, understand more, I commend to your notice Henri Nouwen’s book, “The Return of the Prodigal Son; A Story of Homecoming,” in which he describes Rembrandt’s painting of the same name. Henri spent hours meditating on this painting as he sat in the St. Petersburg museum. He saw there what he came to see: There is no home away from home. The Father opens his hands, one the hand of the Father and the other the hand of the Mother, in welcome to the Son who in the Father/Mother’s eyes has never left home.
This is the collective, and it will be achieved. The intuitive grasp of this great truth is nothing more fundamental than the grasp of Creation itself. It is hard to see because we allow our lives and vision to descend into the weeds, but it is coming. It is not a fake, it is not a well-meaning illusion to provide opiates for the masses. It is nothing less than the structure and purpose of the universe, this one and all of those in the cosmos now and to come.
What is needed on our planet is the expansion of the awareness of this great truth. How much harder would it be to grab the last slice of pie for yourself when you see the full picture of the glory of our Creator? Our individual appetites will cease to have meaning before this great beauty and purpose.
Do not despair, my loved ones, join the army that will ascend the mountain. Dolores Cannon saw it as a new Earth leaving the old one behind to its own pedantic vibrations. I say to you that the old earth will cease to have meaning or even existence when all of Yggdrasil, the universal cosmic force is united, when Eihwaz guardian Yew, connects the mystery of life and death.
We are not there yet. Help us advance the journey.
*Anita Sacco. See "Recommended Channelers" under "Resources" tab. Anita can be contacted for purchase of obtaining the recipe for her protection spray or readings at ttps://www.etsy.com/shop/FairyTaleEnd .