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The Awakening
in my spiritual realm... Jesus came to speak of the coming doom
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    On a cool and silent night, on the desert plain they gathered. Sitting around a warming fire, meditating on the crackling of the burning wood, the sweet smell of the camp, a reminder of days long past. The hue of the flame, framing every one of the assembled in a haunting glow. These are the chosen few, gathered to hear the words of their beloved teacher on this solemn time. Every one of them feeling the agony that has come to pass with the Fathers creation.
      After a great moment of silence, the one who had given of himself for the salvation of man, began to speak in a soft and gentle voice. "What has been written of this generation has come to pass, for this generation has cast aside my sacrifice for their inheritance." His voice quivering in disappointment with every word spoken, as he gazed upon his assembled for assignation, then he bowed his head, his eyes fixed on the flame."They have planted many trees with no fruit in my name, and in a shameful manner. Ministers from the people of pollution, and the people of lawlessness and error have stood before the alter to invoke my name, and the generations of the pious have remained loyal to them. They have used my name to grow in royalty while the poor and the meek have been left to stumble and want." He looked up, his eyes circled, making contact with every eye, before resting on the one named Peter. "Peter, my dear Peter, for you have been my rock on whose name I have built my foundation. My dear Peter, that foundation has been slowly made to crumble, and soon it will be found in shambles." His voice now rising with every word to hold the attention of the assembled. "For my name is known in many houses, it is used to entreat the wounded spirit of man, but yet these houses grow in deep disagreement to follow their own cause. From the house of Abraham to the house of Muhammad, there is inherent anger and deceit and wealth that is used in a disgraceful manner!" He stopped to inhale a deep breath and then continued. "Father has sent word with his messengers, and has even come to shake the very ground his children inhabit in hopes of stirring the change. Yet the powerful leaders continue, with abundent transgressions, to push their agendas and fight over land to control and build empires!"
      As he searched for the words to conclude his speech, one from the assembled lifted his head. Noticing the empty space to the left of the emotional speaker, he rose to walk away from the group, for a moment of privacy. He joined his hands together and called out to the Father. "O glorious Father, if it be for thee we gather, why have you denied us your presence, are we not of your most esteemed?" Without hesitation his Fathers voice came to him in adoring whisper. "My precious Samuel, open your eyes that you may see, look closely to feel my spirit, for I am with you now as I am with you always. When my sacred son speaks it is I, for all that I am is he, for all that he is am I. Listen to his words and look within. Go now, and take your seat amongst my most high children." Samuel looked towards the one with the heavenly gaze to see that he was holding a loving smile. Samuel walked over to take a seat with his brothers so that the son of man may continue his speech. "This generation has failed to see the things of most importance." His voice now softer. "As Father breathed life and gave freedom he also supplied the knowlege and foundation for change so that all of his children may one day come to know him. Even now his children step blindly, they seek change only to suit their needs, while they shun their creator who is Father, for a cause unworthy of his compassion.They cast the lot and count the days of my return to live a life void of my blessings. Assuredly I say to you that with every rotation of the earth, this generation has asked with deeds and actions, to unveil the full wrath of revelation. For only Father commands and on the last day they will be put to shame" He looked upon his asssembled with stark affirmation. "Let us all pray, for on this night, at this time, the seal of man draws ever nearer to exposure, and we must prepare as Father commands it"

























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