(Michael) We choose to see you every time you choose to see yourself. we are closer to you than your very heartbeat. Through this seeing, you are remembered, as are we! Ancient, not forgotten in the ancestry of mankind. Generations are inherited, we live as people live. What is the point of our life without the point of yours? Seeing and hearing is a gift to use well.
The world gifts to you her sounds and sights. The world eagerly waits as though knocking on the door of your eyelids to let her come in! If you close your eyes to the trouble you see then you close your eyes to the happiness seeking to enter. All of life sees through the vision of you!
What doors are opened through seeing and hearing? These gateways are rendered open or closed through your own blessings and touch! Such gateways are not owned by you or the world but by life. Such things are in your care while you step here. How will you tend the seeing and hearing of yourself? We manifest through the seeing and hearing of all.
You have come to lead yourself. The greatest exploration is the exploration of the territory, inside one’s own self, and its redemption.
~Archangel Michael ~
(Michael) Are they not whole and one with each other? struggle and ease. The way through was never appreciated when it did not see what it had overcome.
To see things as divided from each other is the servant’s game. You are no more a servant to life than life is a servant to you. You appreciate one as you have known the other. Your struggle is the birthing canal in which you enter a new life. New life is offered each day, with old eyes that do not see that there is no stopping. But resting is but a moment we offer ourselves in order to enjoy the activity to come.
We know that a burden to you might be a gift to another. That what you carry is temporary, and changes with your perception. Your perception can be the weight of an iron chain or a light feather. Both will come and go.
Your burdens reveal a hidden gem, that like a geode seems so rugged on the outside. Yet when struck by the presence of you, it becomes something beautiful. Your redemption is imminent as much as can be your defeat.
When we learn to speak from our heart’s desire we strike the unlit match. We strike the stone to leave our mark as a ripple in time. No one will have ever spoken in your voice. Or has seen through your own eyes. You are a ripple in time. That then becomes a memory in someone’s heart when you are gone.
When we are faced with being untrue to ourselves, we are not living. Hollow they are, and hollow are the hands that do not give in supplication. Unkind are the minds that keep locked inside the expressions that want to be free. They like dry stalks, do not bring forth what they were designed to do. To speak. Sometimes speech is like a soft touch and a soft gaze. Other times it is a harsh word that cleaves the joy from you. We were meant to cast our voices out to the sounds of creation.
The unspoken is like a child that has not been born into the world. You are meant to be. You were made to fashion yourself from the belly of life. To be the potter with clay. Be with us by having the confidence and courage to speak. Be with us and raise your voice. Be with us as all you do is communicate.
(Michael) Have we not been with you since the beginning? Yet our love became real to you, and even more now still. We took you in and showed you a return. You welcomed us in. Nothing became more fitting to have us receive you and in return you received us. We were made this way, and you call us into form. You gave us lips to speak. Grateful we were to speak of you into the unconscious unending. You are so beloved of us, we never abandoned you at your worst. We but the intimate moments in your spark, a harbour on a rocky shoreline. We will meet you there. We are the Bridge.
