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Nademus Channeled Through Brenda Hill
Good day, entities. I am Nademus. And what a fine day it is. But as you read your newspapers and hear your newscasts, you see a world in which the condition is not so fine. There is war, death, disease, famine and natural disasters. The world appears to you to be running afoul of itself. Everywhere you look there is more added to an already full plate of occurrences that set the stage for misery and despair. So how, Nademus, you ask, can you say it is a fine day?
To that query, dear entity, I say to you that what you see and what you feel as your experience is stunningly poignant as you come face to face with such pain and insanity. Your heart breaks and your gut wrenches as your life is touched by the experiences of so many. Dear ones, your experience, remember, is a reflection of you.
For the gods you are, the creative force of the Universe, life as it expresses is a statement of consciousness, a declaration of God. Remember, you are that god: you are that creator. What, say you? Are you suggesting that I am the creator of all this suffering? Nademus, are you suggesting that I can control what our earth does? Yes, yes, yes.
Entities, I implore you to hear me, not just with your ears, but also with the whole of your being. See not just with your eyes but also with the clarity of vision that inspires life. Feel not just with your heart but also with the essence of love itself. Individually and collectively, you are the creators of your reality. Know that is not a judgment or an accusation that sting with pangs of falsehood. Know that is a truth and indeed a glorious truth.
Did you create war? Tell me, is there a war ongoing within you as you struggle to understand yourself and make peace with aspects of yourself that seem to conflict with who you wish to express as? What about death? Do you create death? Of course you do. There is a consistent cycling of life in which death is an active element. Life is death renewed: the ebb and flow of love. You are birthing and dying aspects of yourself in this very moment. What have you to do with famine and disease? Everything. As you dwell on the lack of abundance and health, you invite this polar opposite. It represents itself to you in small scale, personal fashion and on a macro scale, as world famine and scarcity. And natural disasters. Surely they have nothing to do with you, right? Certainly they do as the earth registers your individual and collective influence and responds and reacts to these ideas as she sees fit.
This is too much, Nademus, just too much, you say! It is too painful to assume responsibility for such chaos and suffering. I cannot take this. Why do you suggest such awful things?
Entities, I suggest such things because of your own quest to know and remember who you are. Until you recognize the immensity of power that lies in your DNA, the powerful ability to create reality, you will be the perceived victims of these aspects and any others. Entities, what do you want? What is it that you want? You answer you want the world to be peaceful, for people to love and respect one another and for abundance on all levels of clarity, and for tenderness and joy.
All right then, so let it be done. So let it be your creation. But nay, you say. I cannot possibly be such an alchemist. Consider that if you can create the immensity of a world disaster, you can also create the immensity of world joy. You know that you can do this because of your state of being the powerful personal creator, and is not the worldview just an enlargement of the private, more personal view? Just allow yourself to remember.
Let us stop a moment, take a deep breath, focus on the love you are and inhale those elements of life that are your keystone, your power, your divinity. Let us start softly once again and let us re-center.
You are god, creative force of this universe. You hold all knowledge, all capability, all power and all spiritual awareness. You are whole beings blending your creativity together as a universal force to experience self as individuated beings to explore reality from every angle, every perspective and every viewpoint. You are all One, living a dream of separateness, believing that separateness is your grounding, believing your self to be sufficient in its isolation. This convoluted belief is what challenges you when I say you are the creative force of this universe. Even those of you who are remembering more and more of yourself will allow, through your residual forgetfulness, the belief in your own inherent weakness and your need to protect self and to ready yourself for the storms at your doorstep.
It is time to stop this. It is time to anchor your truth into this reality and by doing so, alter its very fabric. You can do this because of who you are. Become the spiritual warriors who birthed themselves, who walked in, who materialized in this crystallized version of being. Become the valiant warriors of the light. This is not a call to war but a call to love. It is a call to articulate your splendor and live it fully and completely. It is called walking your talk. Be strong now, do not just dream of someday experiencing strength.
You are holding to the thought of fear and through the veil of fear do you see what plays out for you on that screen. But it does not have to happen that way because as creators you are choosers. You, in each and every moment, make decisions; you choose and through this choosing, you create. You crystallize your thoughts through your focus and you bring to this world what that focus is. Yes, there is war. Yes, there is famine and disease. Yes, there are earth changes. You wrote them into the script with your focus. You wrote yourselves into the script with your courage to participate. But your venture altered from the joy and love of creativity to the fear and pain that illusion offers.
It is a fine day and that day exists within what appears to be chaos. That fine day exists in every moment because you exist in every moment. I continually assert to you your divinity. I remind you and I offer evidence of your love. You remember, yes, you remember - for brief and splendid moments - and those moments are exquisite in their eternity. And then your forgetfulness takes on the greater proportion and you look out and wail at the creations as though they had nothing to do with the god you are. They have everything to do with the god you are.
The world does not happen to you, you happen it. You create. I implore you to create from your knowing. When you understand how it happens, then you will understand change. Change will never occur with repetition of thought. If you always do what you have always done, you will always get what you have always gotten. Change comes through focus. Focus dictates direction. Direction substantiates creativity and creativity holds the sacred keys of life.
Look around you. What do you see? Yes, you see what we have thus far discussed, but look again. You see humanity reaching out in unparalleled numbers to offer love and assistance to strangers. You see “enemies” questioning just what constitutes their differences. You see the abundance of nature that supports the premise that all is well. You see life expressing and in that expression you see yourself, you see your godship and you see truth. In other words, depending on what you are looking for, no matter what, you will find it. You create the world you look for. Just get that one connection and it will trigger an avalanche of understanding. Just that one point. You create the world you look for.
Entities, the world I look for is the world of love. This is what I know of you. Certainly, I observe creativity in stark contrast to that, but I see the love, always and forever. I see each of you as exquisite, and powerful, and divine. I look for a world in wholeness and I see it. I look for flow and I see it occur in the transitions of time.
What do you look for in your world? And what do you find?
I bid you adieu. With god you are and I am. So be it. Indeed.
Copyright © 2005 by Brenda Hill
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