Spiritual Forum

CREATOR'S MESSAGE

 Thursday, July 27, 2006

There is a huge cathedral in the sky that represents all religions in all ages in this part of the Universe. At the front of that cathedral there is a door. The door is golden, and there is a latch on the door. He who can turn the latch, can enter. I proceed to the door, touch the latch, and say softly, "May I please enter?" And I am able to open the door. Immediately there is a very long aisle or a corridor, and I can see an altar at the end. There are many rows of pews, as in a cathedral, and they are filled with people. Along the entire length of the carpeted pathway, from the entrance way to the altar, there are beings facing each other. There must be 500 of them. Some are young and some are old, some need to be held up in order to remain standing. They are waiting. Everyone knows that this is a great day, and they have been invited, they have been forewarned. Each has planned to come to the celebration, and they are here. These are the most highly honoured guests. Suddenly the bells ring out. They ring out all across the sky, and the sky is immense. Hallelujah Choruses of Angels join in, and their song creates colors of glorious hues, rising up into the heavens. The sounds and the sights are so beautiful that each person standing along the aisle is spellbound. There is a hush, and He comes. The Creator's Son, the Ruler of this Universe, Immanuel, the Prince of Peace enters. He leads the donkey that once he rode. His robe glistens with Light, and his countenance is too brilliant to gaze upon. Behind him come the women who have supported him, carrying gifts, the Sisters of the Risen Christ. Following immediately are all of the pastors, the rabbis, the clerics - all of those holy ones who have devoted their lives to service, they now follow him to the throne. No one could have imagined such a scene, such a moment filled with history. Next all the children come, laughing, carrying flowers. They bring joyousness to the celebration. Behind the children are the Lightworkers, 144,000 of them. They cannot enter the cathedral, but they receive the gift of knowing what is inside. And then a huge umbrella appears above the entire assembly, and it envelops all of them. And a voice is heard from the heavens,

"This is the day of Peace.

  This is the day of Reconciliation.

  This is the day of Tolerance.

  This is the day of Forgiveness."

And all of the people kneel. Those who cannot kneel are supported. A hush comes over the crowd. The sun shines, and through the sun, droplets of rain fall. Each person is anointed by the raindrops from heaven. Each one is purified, glorified, resurrected. Death is no more. Pain is no more. There are no regrets, there are no painful memories. All is well. And they all look up. The rain has stopped and the sky is an azure blue. From the East comes the craft, the space brethren, who are aware of what has occurred. They come closer and closer, and hover over the people, and their love is felt by all. This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us give thanks. Amen.