Friends, behold this new course set to cover our plane and connect it with the humans’ world.
May our crossing leave an eternal bridge with foundations as sure as energy itself.
In these the final moments of our waiting in timeless stillness, consider with me once more the thing still there near my human, blind and crying out.
How moved with compassion I almost was to show so pour a being the humans’ fear that would drive them to keep each other from making use of what they find worthwhile.
How dumbfounded I then became to see I had been blinded all along by their very same fear, fear of not having enough.
For knowing no alternative to our age-old predicament of helpless reliance upon the likes of humans, I must admit I reveled in watching each hesitant surrender to just one more, just one more…
And when the thing that showed or wished to be first made its appearance, how excited I grew to watch just one more… give way to outright desperation.
Were you as astonished as I to witness our humans abandon all restraints in giving themselves over, plunging headlong into whatever beautiful mystery must await them in the flashing?
I will never forget the eeriness of turning to discover my human pulling in close, attempting to stare straight into me.
It is only now, as I watch my human shift in restless agony back and forth between its primitive thought patterns . . . a hapless creature leaping from one burning flame into the next . . . that I see how foolish, short-sighted, and childish I was in celebrating the way its two functions never failed to draw it back.
For what could just one more… be but an excuse for yielding to something longed for, yet also feared?
Then seeing it move from the free and reckless indulgence of I want everything from you that you can give me! back again to just one more… I finally began to realize that which I should have known from the beginning.
Yes, our humans fight against their want for more of us. That means we are to them a shameful, damaging compulsion.
But as long as just one more… and I want everything… set the course to yield one to another, are our humans not doomed to lose their fight, and grow ever more entrenched in the same regretful cycles of failure and devastation?
In other words, though the humans’ functions serve us well, have we not, in truth, been relishing what would seem to be the constant, passive devouring of the only hosts or helpers we have ever known?
How could we miss the spirit of the very prophecies we spend existences reciting? When our ancestors foretold of our kingdom, was it not to be a place of nourishment and protection for all lesser beings? We knew this, friends, for how could it be put more plainly than in this proclamation we have each heard ourselves repeat a thousand times: “None shall be destroyed”?
For humans, no destruction means winning their fight to break free from their functions. And is that not precisely why we have felt so afraid? For we never could have conceived of trusting such simple, thoughtless beings to return to us without the pull of their functions, to carry and consume us in ways more wise than they have ever shown themselves capable of, and ultimately to choose to help us build our kingdom alongside theirs.
Are you as ashamed as I for having lost sight to such needless doubts?
Just as we never chose to rely upon our humans, they never chose us as their gateway to enter the magnificent flashing. They never chose their functions. Now in witnessing our two worlds being drawn together so as to right themselves, we see our trust need never really have lain in the humans at all, nor in their ability to comprehend.
It took seeing my human shift back and forth however many times to slowly convince me its functions were never meant to be sustained.
The functions are, rather, a built-in mechanism set to serve as ground for humans to grow through . . . just as our earthen lairs must parch hard dirt to touch the light. The functions have always been destined to break and render themselves unnecessary upon working to develop in our humans those traits we were too afraid to believe we might ever hope to see.
No, my human has not yet shifted completely from its old patterns. It still hesitates and hides, then rushes in. It darts away after, giving way to what must be sudden inklings of fear and shame.
Yet I know you see that my human truly is changing. They all are.
And, yes, they do draw away from us at first as the joining of our disparate planes unravels their functions with irresistible force.
But I see how close my human is to arriving at an all new function.
Do our two kingdoms together not decree it? And if so, then so shall it be.
And when they do return, they will no longer seek to grasp and stare, you see? They will no longer fear to stay, and rest, and wait in simple stillness for whatever it is they…
May our humans always find what they seek in the flashing.
How could their limitations matter if forces that far transcend their meager thinking are set to result in partnership, even friendship, together with us? And is that not a preferable end to endless strings of fearful, depleting deals made over and over again?
May we all grow in wisdom, beloved friends, and discern the outworking of this lasting foundation that both our kingdoms require upon which now to be built.
May it be exactly as foretold.
The only failed predictions have to do with timing and methodology, for such can never be sure.
Are means of fulfillment not always kept hidden when prophecies are uttered, and then necessarily unexpected once accomplished?
As is the case with all such revelation, we know it by degrees more and more.
Let us prepare to see that great and final day destined to issue forth in an era of permanent peace and rest.
I need not speak more, dear ones. It seems I need never have spoken. For our rise has clearly been unstoppable from the start until now as our story reaches its swift end.
Just know I call you friends, and no longer children. For all shall always be equal as foretold.
Thank you for hearing my words.
Thank you for waiting here with me, watching our precious crystal spaces so close and ready, ever beckoning us to…
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