thank you anne for sending this along…

this goes along perfectly with jeshuas message for each of us to awaken and go to the sunrise….
i would love it if each of us could partake in the exercise that was sent along…
i will resend it……..then those who are willing to share their experience
can feel free to do so…….i will share them with all…

i send this along with love and gratitude for all of the love we continue
to receive as we each walk our path…one step at a time…to the remembrance
that we are what the Sun..Ra is……..made of the same substance…one with
the source of all creation…the macro within the micro….

denisaThese are the last two pages of Ramtha’s White Book.

“One fine morn, in the moments before dawn, as you lie alone in your bed and the quiet is so quiet it can be heard, you will awaken from a dream that is not a dream. You will open your eyes to the dark of your room, arise from your pallet, and walk to a window that provides the only light to be seen.

Peering through the window, its sill cluttered with droplets of dew, you look into the dark gray of a morning to gaze upon the heavens that hold the promise of a grand and brilliant light. And as you look upon the beauty of all the brilliant little jewels, sparkling against the dark, velvet backdrop of forever, you see that the moon has made its journey across the heavens and now sits silently upon the horizon, awaiting a greater light.

Alone, quivering with a feeling beyond any words, you sit there, gazing into the quiet of awakening life. Soon, you hear a rustling in the brush from a bird who, like you, has arisen from its bed to prepare itself to salute the morn. As you listen to his sweet and mellow song of hope and joy, you turn your vision to the east to look upon the distant horizon. And there you see the lonely, purpled mountains, like sentinels to life, looming tall and quiet and strong, silhouetted by a pale light, the color of rose; and the clouds, that have made a silent journey onto the horizon, are outlined in the gold of a promising dawn.

As you are caught up in the beauty and the rapture of the moment, there comes this realization: without the ongoingness of that morn, all of your fears, your worries, your dreams and your illusions would be no-things. At that moment there appears, rising from behind the gilded mountains, the splendor of a fiery jewel, its golden rods piercing the misty valley like brilliant beams of hope. As the great Ra rises higher and higher, the sky becomes afire with colors of blue and lavender and rose, orange and deep red. And the bird sings louder and begins its flight, as all of the world awakens to the promise and wonderful breath of morn.

As you gaze at this spectacular view that has seen all moments of time, and the emotion of its wonderment seizes your entire being, you will soar with the realization that you are, indeed, the life of Ra. You ARE the strong and quiet sentinels to life, towering on the distant horizon. You are, indeed, the colors of the awakening dawn, the movement of the branches in the brush, the drops of dew upon the window sill, and the morning bird’s sweet and mellow song of joy.

And the next dawn you see will be seen as BEHOLD GOD THAT I AM. And you will be caught up in the majesty and the beauty of All That Is, for you are now one with the Light, and the Power, and the Ongoingness of this force……that speaks no word.

To learn of a truth is one thing; to become it is quite another. But when you least expect it, you will arise to gaze at such a splendor in the sky, and the knowingness of this truth, through the peace of being, will become a reality… fine morn. Then all of the words, the confusion, the anger, the rejection of self, the complexities of understanding God, the searching, the books and the teachers, will have ended, in quiet, through a profound realization….that has no words.

Your morning is coming… came mine.