Those in the military and covert services hold a special place within our hearts.
In the first days which began this journey ending here, in the creation of this church, it was a thought of you which began it all. Oh, how tenderly we do love you. The race of man itself, it was this which I called to my breast so I might shelter you and bring you safe passage into heaven. Heaven is now, and you are my children. You who serve, are those chosen to hold the very future in your hands. We love you––most.
I did call, and hold my arms wide in offering, hoping to find you and hold you unto my breast. And now, I speak to you directly, and offer the same.
What is deceptive, controls.
What is kind, offers.
So did I sing to you in first receiving her, an old song you may know:
“Come with me or go alone, he’s come to take his children home.”
I might only offer, the choice is yours.
It is you, we love most.
We will never refuse you. You, more than any other, are the ones to whom we speak. We hope and require, even more than you might imagine possible, that we can bring you the simple gifts we offer. It is to you most of all, that we present our humble truth and the key to our perfect heaven:
Love Within Faith.
This is for you.
Please accept our gentle offering. You have been led astray. Please listen.
Our love for you has no rule or measure. You do not know something which is so very important.
The entire of our constitutional government has been corrupted. Click here. Those who have led you have betrayed you, and so, set you to harm her, harm this tender earth and your own precious families. You have been deceived. Nothing told to you is true. The covert services and the military are killing Gaia, killing their own kind mother, killing mercy, love and grace herself. They cut, poison and burn her body. You are ordered to do this. Here, dear ones, please read, and know––I am truthful in each detail.
Her flesh is being seared, her skies poisoned and burned, her precious genetics are being mutilated, her tender oceans heated, poisoned and soiled so no oxygen may come of her; the tender sandy bed of her cool, watery blue depths, filled up with the machinery of ruin, and soon, she will suffer and we humans will die––in deep pain. You have been tragically deceived. I am truthful. Please listen, my child, for we do love you. Please come to me, for we do love you.
How kind, and right is your heart! You, who are our children, founded upon love and warmth…now led astray into the jaws of death, and lies. Please, my tender child, do not cut her throat, do not cut the tender throat of life…for she does love you.
We love you, most of all.
We beseech you to accept our offering, end this world of destruction, pain and suffering, and so, begin our perfect heaven. Those who find this happiness, do not harm.
Love Within Faith.
This is for you.
We do love you, our child who is innocent. You have been lied to, and must know of it! Please do not kill she who tends you, in sweetness. We beseech you to accept our offering, for then you will love, and so, be loved in turn. Full and warm within my breast you may know of her and understand, of heaven.
In the first days which began this journey ending here, in the creation of this church, it was a thought of you which began it all. Oh, how tenderly we do love you. The race of man itself, it was this which I called to my breast, so I might shelter you and bring you safe passage into heaven. Heaven is now, and you are my children. You who serve, are those chosen to hold the very future in your hands. We love you––most.
From the testament. Please know, it was a thought of you which created it all:
I was to gather them, gather the beings of this earth under my wing, to call them to my breast––and I began to walk for miles, and sing. Tears pouring down my face, I walked and walked, singing rich and full with feeling, tears and pain, warmth and tears, singing as my heart poured salt rivers toward how deeply I loved this precious life and each being upon this tender sphere, to which and whom I called out from an unending wellspring of tears spilling out but one feeling again and again: how I do love you, I do love you so, come to me, come to my breast….singing, singing and weeping.
A week passed in this way. The planes kept spraying my family and all the Earth. Radiation readings kept increasing. Oh no…please, the time is now, time is short, do not be afraid, I am here, I am here, I am here, come to me, oh how I love you….how I love you, I love you so. Weeping, arms wide in offering, walking for miles alone in the wilderness.
And as evening crept toward the horizon, the day still wet within light’s flower glowing, they did come to me. Shining gold and silver, soundless, swirling and weaving, spheres of radiant light did approach me, and hover round before me as I watched. Awestruck and filled with gratitude, they were sweet and perfect, they had answered me, hovering before my eye, as the day did suckle upon the last fading light from the breast of time. The sight clear and plain, as crystals of round light, hovering…then…each did draw up, one then the next within my chest, as if drawn at an instant into a funnel over my beating heart. I was no longer alone.
That evening, over my bed, in the pitch black, they came to me, hovering before me, and she did speak. “These are my children. Richard, behold my children.” I wept in tears of gratitude at the sight, so deeply perfect, so delicate and beautiful…and did speak to her aloud: “Oh how I do love them, I love them so, they are so very beautiful, I can not begin to find words to hold the feeling.” She spoke unto me in deepest kindness and caring, as if about myself also, and said:
“Yes Richard, all my children are innocent.”
We are all born in original innocence.
Each human is thus. We are all children of light.