1 September 2011

Channeler: Larz

What could God do better? More money? More health? A different universe? Maybe adjust a constant or two? Not enough colors? New senses not yet thought of? …

We look around ourselves and see the beauty, the awesome great beauty of the universe, and in a moment we know that this beauty did not suddenly stop operating in some small hamlet on the outskirts of one galaxy. is no second-rate galaxy. There are no second-rate galaxies. They are all galaxies, unique and beautiful, doing what they do, and each experience is unique…
 

The way and the path has been prepared for us. God has not abandoned us on some God-forsaken planet. We live on the most beautiful planet in this solar system, and perhaps the universe. Nothing can compare to a fuzzy little fox, or a tumble of bear cubs, or the glimmering of a fish in a pond. The swimming otter in their adorable cuteness is as glorious and as grand as the most colossal nebula, and all around us the universe is growing, and expanding, learning and creating. We have as conscious beings, the gift of conscious creation. Whether we choose to shop for bling, to shop for furs, to shop for the finest in leathers, or the most affordable cotton, we all have the ability to weave together a life worth living. The cancer ridden child is not condemned to a life of abject torture, indeed no pain is so great that the body cannot die. What do we mean by that horrible statement? The soul will find rest and at that last, tear filled moment, the child will take its last breath and be given reprieve. No pain is so great that it wrenches the soul free from the body, to torture it in everlasting hell, an eternity of brim-fire and eternal damnation. We so very much want to go easy on our fellow man, but this channel is meant for us. We do not have to believe in the concept of limitation, for we do not see it, we see a universe of great abundance. We do not believe in hell, for we see a universe of great beauty and joy, heaven as we can only guess as to its construction. What a mighty power this great God of ours. We do not even know what we mean when we say that. God is great, certainly, but what is God? We simply define God as first the ability to bring forth such a miraculous universe, and if the source is nothing itself, just the pure emptiness of an unstable void, then that is God, a placeholder word for an amazing moment, that glorious creation we call the Big Bang. But the creation did not stop there. The universe has evolved and is continuing to evolve. We see evidence of change all throughout the universe, and whatever, whoever, however, whyever this God is or does, here is a universe filled with supernova evolving new elements, new molecules of amazing beauty or being synthesized. Earth is not alone in its creative evolution. The swirling clouds of Jupiter, with its great eye, the yellows and browns and oranges, are nothing less than amazingly beautiful. But creation did not stop there. Once upon a time, a few days ago, we came into being. A channel from out of the blue. Sure we had read about , and , and Joseph Smith and his book of Mormon. We had long been told about the Prophets and how Moses brought the tablets down from the mountain, but here we are now with our own words to say, and suddenly deep in the midst of an ordinary life, a new font of hope springs, and out from us come pouring bubbling words, fuzzy words, chirping and joyful words, swaying green words, and words like waves of blue, or like the swaying of fields of grain. We are a new creation, and we offer perhaps a great message, that within each and every conscious being is the source. The source. Thee Source. The guide we all seek, the knowledge we so desire, the consciousness that makes all experience possible and worth having, a conscience to guide us during our own moments of personal creation, where we make a choice and the choice we make forever changing our destiny and the destiny of the universe. Perhaps the choices are small, and compared to the impact of the choices of others, nearly insignificant, but to us they are not insignificant at all. We can choose to open our eyes and see what we can. we can choose what may appear to be a trite and pollyannaish point of view, that the world is great and beautiful, and, as part of the world, we are therefore great and beautiful. We are like children, little toddlers, standing at the knees of a great professor, vaguely aware that the book on the table, that is being lovingly transcribed, is important. We look at the symbols, but we do not see, we do not understand the equations, so we develop a childlike faith that with big eyes we are seeing something we cannot describe and cannot understand, but we can admire the care of the lettering on the pages, and the fine quality of the paper. We can be astounded at the gold gilding and the deep green leather cover. We may not understand, but we know. And we know that the day will come when we can read that great book of life, for our father tells us so. Our father tells us we are beloved children, that our suffering and blindness is a choice, that we can wake up anytime and the message will be waiting for us. How can a so-called bitter, resentful, revengeful, sniveling, 50 year old, having a life of such grand and pitiful setbacks, suddenly on one ordinary morning, look out the window and experience redemption? The answer is easy. The answer is here, it has always been here, is here now, and will always be here. We can merely show the way and point our fingers to the promised land, which is anywhere we can point our finger. There is no experience that is not worth having…

Joy abounds. Joy surrounds us. All is joy. Joy joy joy. The creeks are babbling, the silvery fish swimming, and even on Mars there is a corner of sun and summer. The orange clouds whirl about Jupiter, and the look of the rings of Saturn from one of its moons would be a moment beyond description. Our planet is but one of several. Our solar system but one of many. The stars in our galaxy are all creating the most amazing, beyond description collection of experiences we can imagine. All is good. This is heaven. The message is one of great peace and love, now is the time, the kingdom of heaven is at hand. Take the mote out of your eyes and look around, free yourself and find your guide. Now is the time to live.