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Weekly Message From Kryon, December 6, 2002

Channeled by Nancy Tate

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nds; it is you, in co-operation with the angels of the heavens. You are the ones who have given yourselves the task of re-uniting all the beautiful ones of the earth and directing that Light to shine forward into the heavens of your backyard for all the family to see. We here in the cosmos are seeing that Light. We monitor your every move and the ministrations of your livelihood. Within these actions we see the love of God come forth. That love is more than just an emotion of softness and supplicity; it carries with it the strength of a million souls of Light, and intent to come into the power of the God who created them. I shall tell you my dear ones, of a task that the governing forces of your world are undergoing at this time. This is a task to reunite the forces of the so-called dark and the forces of the Light, which is really a completeness of the Light, which is represented in the dark.

We here in the cosmos are represented by the meanderings of the time and space that you have created on earth and in the annals of the history of your journey. This wholeness is but a whisper in the perception of the Creator. All the items of disgrace, all the stories of honor and valiancy are but shadows in the complexities of the Creator. There is purpose in all of these throes of the Creator's children. There is merit to the shortcomings that you perceive as the imperfections of your journey.

Do you see the validity of the message you bring to yourselves? This is the tale you create and tell to your children. Are you not Gods of your environment? Do you not create, as does your creator? Do you see the things that you bring about as real, or do you see them as the dream we see? Are you not the bearer of the truth to your soul?

We love your works. We honor the destiny you have set before you. We see the outcome of your ministrations of justice to the outcome to the ministrations of Heaven. We are partners with you in the energy of change that you undergo, for you have requested it. There is a tale I wish to share with you at this time. It is a tale of two horses that came together at the same time into a stable of donkeys. The one horse, who was dapple- gray said to the other who was a deep chestnut color, "Do you not see that we do not belong here?"

The chestnut answered, with a grin, "I see but that there are two stalls left here, and we seem to be a fit for the size. I shall enter, and make my way with them."

The dapple horse just shook his immense head and backed away. There was no use persuading him any further, for this was too foreign and beseeching to him of trouble. He forthwith pranced outside and paced in a circle, all the while whinnying his discontent and dis-satisfaction with his comrade.

Soon the chestnut let out a loud call to his comrade. "If you would care to come in where it is warm, I will tell you of my experience thus far with these other creatures whom you find in such distaste."

Well the chestnut sounded in such good humor that the dapple could not help himself. He timidly trotted up to the stable and peered at the throng within. He saw a great Light illuminating all who stood there. This was not as he expected, he thought there would be dust all around and a great stirring of activity. However there was only this gentle murmur and a peacefulness that permeated his senses as he eased himself into the stall next to his comrade.

Suddenly a hush came over the crowd. A stirring of song erupted over the assembly, and soon all were giving voice to the enchanting music that came from the stable. The building seemed to drift upwards and rock as a cradle. Then easily with a wondrous thud, the stable settled itself back to its foundation, and the occupants were jostled a bit by the charge. The next thing that happened was the unfolding of a whole new charge of animals. From the stable came all the animal beings that had ever set foot, uh, hoof into the stable through its long history. They were all different, and all beautiful in their way. They were an assortment of colors sizes and shapes, all distinct in their markings and character. There was one strong resemblance to them all; they were all marked with the same triangle on their forehead. This triangle glowed with a light so pure, so profound that to some it was not even noticeable. Only the purest of heart could see it.

Soon there was nothing in sight that was not a beautiful animal, each with its own unique beauty. This reached into the heavens and beyond, in a moving procession of gold light. Soon, all you could see was the gold light; a steady rhythmic ribbon of gold light that reached into the far recesses of the universe. This is what we see when we see your light, my dear ones. We see the far-reaching implications of your journey and the Light that is increasing even as we speak. We here in the galaxy in which you settle yourselves are awaiting the green light that sparks the engine into submission and carries you all into the wonderland that is just around the corner. We, with the energies of beautiful Kryon and the Collective that speaks through this one, are viewing your journey and blessing the path that it takes, for it leads into the stable; and all are welcome in that stall of love and oneness. We show you that which you ask for, and we see you call it good. We laugh when you give us a joke, we cry when you touch our hearts with your sorrow. We rejoice when you take a giant step toward the final curtain of your forgetfulness. We reach out and touch you when you need a shoulder to lean on, for you have asked to be lead back into the Promised Land.

We have told you a secret my friends, and that is that you hold the key to that door to the Promised Land, and you gave it to us for safekeeping. Now we have given it back to you, and you are doing the twisting and turning to open that long, closed door. As we sit here in the soft, comfortable chairs that you have supplied, we applaud these last few acts of the performance of your lives. We allow you to the ineptness you bring; we allow you to the cleverness you perform; we allow you to the majesty of the hour; we allow the tripping and stumbling through the script that you wrote; we allow the superb carrying forth of the climactic nuances of the song. For it is all Holy, my dears, and it is all heaven in chorus. This is a performance of energy; and when the curtain comes down on the final call, you will see the veil that has separated you from the audience dissolve and melt away; and you will recognize home and you will be free.

We love and cherish you, and are here to tell you that there is no danger that this will not happen. For you have decreed this; and God is allowing your destiny to play itself out to its Highest. We will soon look you squarely in your souls and say with tears of joy,

Welcome Home, loved ones, Welcome Home.

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