Beloved hearts, I am Mufa, speaking to you this day as the voice of the Council of Transition. You, in your love, came to Earth to be of service in the cycles of change now well under way on the planet, throughout your solar system, and far beyond.
Becoming disenchanted or dissatisfied with something as a result of discovering that it is not as good as it was believed to be is how disillusionment is usually understood.
You are seeing how those in your society with the loudest voices are emphasizing and encouraging the division among factions within political parties and among religions.
Greetings! I am Teacher, and I come forth to briefly speak with you to assist you in daring to change. Now, you might wonder what I am asking you to change, and the truth is that I am not asking you to change. Your inner being is asking — begging!
All are the same in heaven. All have the Creator gene to create all desires with the exception of "do no harm." "Peace to all beings, and peace for all beings" is our mantra when manifesting.
Greetings, dear ones. I am the Keeper of Time, and I bring you a little story about harmony. Harmony is the sixth plane. Humans have a wave pattern for everything on your side of the veil. Each wave has a frequency to it as it travels up or down, forward or backward.
Today we are going to discuss the whats, whys, and ways of fear. You have all been carrying around more fear than usual in the past eighteen months of physical and political unrest throughout much of your human world.
p>Many are asking, "Why is there so much chaos? Why can we not come to a loving consensus on things?" The world, as you know it today, is a product of existing for thousands of years in a patriarchal, yin-yang reality.
Greetings and love extend from my heart to yours. I am Archangel Uriel. I am the guardian of angelic wisdom and an activator of remembrance of the Creator within all.
In the stillness of the night, I listened to my soul's voice, for I was in anguish and sorrow. I seemed to be lonely and lost. Then I heard the faint whisper of my soul: "Precious child, welcome Home."
