The Mission Is Upon Us

In my last blog, posted in the wee hours of this morning, I ended it on the note of urging my fellow Americans to Wake the Hell Up to what is going on in and to their - our - country.  And for you Christians amongst us: that applies additionally to the fact that you have been sold a bill of goods.  That Jesus isn’t going to come down from heaven and save you, or you meet Him in a Rapture out of this level - this mess that we all helped to create, in various ways.  

The Second Coming has already happened.  It happened in the form of Titus, visiting upon the Jews, in the Roman’s siege and sacking of Jerusalem and destruction of the Temple there, the scourge of their failure - as recorded after the fact in what have come to be known as ‘the gospels’ - to ‘Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s’ and ’obey authority’.  Additionally, your belief in an Armageddon is going to be the death of us yet, in the way of a self-fulfilling prophecy, if we don’t all watch out. 

No one or nothing is going to ‘save’ you but yourself.  I repeat, in another way, to emphasize the point: We need to save ourselves.  Got it?  It is our responsibility.  Our individual responsibility.  That is what the Exercise - the Play - has been all about:   

Self-responsibility.

Self-discovery.

Who or what do you have to believe in, then?  Answer: Yourself.  You are your savior.  No one else can walk you path for you.  You are on your own journey up the mountain.  The mountain of

Understanding

and

Achievement.

Yes, you can look ‘up’ to other incarnate souls along The Way.  But they are just a bit further along on the same journey, is all.  Back, to

Completion.

May as many of us incarnate souls make that journey back as possible.

And recognize the Truth of things as soon as possible.

A terrible trap awaits those who don’t.  The trap

of having to do it all over again.

And again.

And possibly again.

Until they get it

right.

Or fail - in the end - in

The Mission.

A key part of which is upon us

as we speak.

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Q: Who do I look up to?

A: Very few, these dark days, fraught with such danger.

But then, what do I know.  I'm just an old man.  Simmering in my dreams.  Of what can still be.

And will be, if we don't

WTHU.