LETTER – 2006-B
The words of the Father, like the dew of the morning, are gently falling upon us. His words are spirit and they are life. They are awakening our mind from the long sleep of earth's night; they are quickening our memory and we are recalling wondrous things, long withheld from our recollection. His Spirit is calling to our spirit. His life is calling to our life. The glorious light of his presence is shining through the windows of our heart, revealing to us the treasures hidden within our earthen vessel.
HIS WORDS ... HIS SPIRIT ... HIS LIFE ... HIS LIGHT... IS MOVING, LIKE A "RUSHING WIND", WITHIN OUR INNER SON.
We should keep our mind, our heart and our eyes upon this mighty work of the Father. For it is by his Spirit, his life, and his light, that death will be swallowed up, and the Divine Life we had in the Father, eons ago, will be returned to us. In the hour of our manifestation we shall stand "glorified" before all Creation. Hallelujah!
The Father is entering the
My dearly beloved of the Lord, this is not the time to be disheartened; we have broken the barriers of lifeless religious practices and the half truths of past teachings. We have learned the glory of suffering, the sacredness of aloneness, and the joy of our cross. We have learned to receive all things from the Father with thanksgiving. We have learned that all things, good or evil, light or darkness, have worked together to lead us to this most holy hour. Let us embrace our Elder Brother and bow before our Father with great joy ...
OUR LIFE IS HID WITH OUR ELDER BROTHER IN THE FATHER!
When we were all together in the Father's House, his life was our life ... his heartbeat was our heartbeat ... his breath was our breath. We partook of his thoughts and his ways. His will was our will. He was our strength, we were his strength. He was our Secret Place, we were his secret place. He was our glory, we were his glory. Our Elder Brother and the Father were One ... and we were one in Them. He was our Father, we were his sons. He was the Creator, we were his creator-sons. This, my brother-sister-sons, is but a glimpse of Union
It has been a long time since we left the Father's House ... the reward is greater than the sacrifice ... the glory exceeds the suffering. The shame and sorrow we bore is nothing compared to the crown which awaits us. There are riches untold in the Father's Secret Chamber of Gold!
What a joy it is remembering the times, ages ago, when we sat in our heavenly abode, lost in the depths of our Father's love ... his greatest gift to us. His love would flow into us and carry us to regions of glory and wonder, such as we had never known; regions in which we would be the designers, the creators, the rulers. Regions occupied by new and more wonderful creations ... regions filled with peace, order and equality. Regions we would deliver to the Father's Kingdom ... adding them to his
The Father shall ride in great majesty throughout all the regions of his domain. The work of his sons will be the joy of his heart and the wonder of the ages. Yet, in yonder sky there shines a star; a reflection of the Father's thought ... a star heralding the birth of another New Beginning; of an Age known only to Him ... an Age of unmatched beauty and glory ... of innumerable sons, and a more excelling work of their hands, and a Divine Union, hitherto, unknown. Oh! My beloved of the Lord, there is no end to the plans and powers of our Father. There is more prepared and reserved for us, in the vastness of the Father's Storehouse, that, we could ever possibly imagine or hope for.
We should rest better now, my alone ones, knowing that such treasures are ours in the heavenlies. Let us bear our suffering and pain, our heartache and aloneness, with unspeakable joy; knowing that the presence of the Father is among us. Knowing
Like fine wine, the Father has placed us in the dark wine cellars of his Spirit. There, in the dark, in the stillness, in the aloneness, detached as it were from all else, we are becoming the pure wine of the Spirit. And even as natural wine makes the heart of men merry; so shall the Wine of the Spirit make all men free. Hallelujah!