On This Rock....
Anita* said that Peter (yeah, that Peter) wanted to talk with me. Somehow this seemed a bridge too far, but who am I to reason why....
Ann: Peter? Really?
Simon Peter: Well, yes. I know you’ve always liked me because you can relate to being scared out of your mind, and, since you’re already talking to Jesus and Miriam, I wanted to give you another perspective. It’s a perspective you really ought to have because the Essenes and their teachings were not only a big part of Jesus’s training and teaching but the rock upon which you built your life story – and its destruction - in those times.
Like me, you could not hold it in the road when destruction came to call. Yeshua could and did, but his was an heroic effort beyond what mortal man has achieved before or since. He died for an abstract. That is very hard to do. It is one thing to die to save a child, a brother, a friend, but to die just to help the human race in general is really hard to get your mind around. At least it was for me - and you.
What I came here to say is that we do not need to expect the impossible from ourselves, we just need to keep trying. When you sit down to moan over current events, you need to adjust your focus. Not outward but inward because that is where Christ lives with his light still burning brightly.
I have had many lives, and in most of them I have tried to work out the conundrum that confronted me with Jesus. How much can I take? How much can I give? Who am I working for?
Oddly enough, the name of the game is self-care. We can’t take or give in an abstract context without a firmer foundation than I had in that long ago lifetime. Jesus said that I was the rock upon which he would build his church. That rock only became a firm foundation when it acknowledged its own limitations. A rock cannot be a shooting star. A flame cannot be a flower.
Each of you must look deeply into your heart and treasure the unique spark that you have been given. Let it develop as it is intended, that is, a seed planted in fertile ground producing whatever has been stored in its core. We need no bonsai plants around here. We need strong and well-tended living beings who walk comfortably in their own shoes.
So what if your plant is a little unusual? So what if others call it strange? It is up to you to tend what you have and bring its fruits out into the world unhampered by the uninformed opinions of others.
I am coming here today to ask each of you to turn off the babble of corruption, greed, and expectations that serve as running commentary on today’s times and look quietly inside your own heart. What kind of flower are you? Or are you a tree, a rock, a waterfall or a butterfly? When you find the answer, all will then flow in natural rhythm.
All beings are blessed in their natural state. It has taken me quite a while to find mine so I know it can be confusing. But you will know when you hit the vein of ore from which the gold in your life flows because then you will move without conflict, and your heart will be at ease.
May 8, 2020
*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 .