[tmtranscripts] Monmacion - Rest Your Arms

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Hello my friend! This is  Monmacion. I have watched as you have struggled to 
realize the impediments  placed deeply within you by this rebellion.  
The practice of isolation,  its cultivation as a religious experience is 
widespread upon this sphere. How  many are they who use their experience to 
elevate themselves rather than  allowing themselves to be uplifted?  As it appears 
in you and others, it is not to be lamented but simply to  recognize as a 
practice to surrender.  
How many times have we  looked upon our siblings, our friends upon this realm 
and others like it, and  seen the use of devotion to our Father as a means to 
a mortal end, an end all  too often which is death. Your world at this moment 
reels with the injury of  such thought, and yet it is one which in itself 
cries for mercy, calls out to  our Father and all who serve him to come and 
assist in this process of  reclamation.  
You have been told of the renewal of  contacts made available through the 
reconnection of many lines of communication,  of circuitries of mind and spirit 
which are superabundant, and yet upon the  worlds whose Princes aligned 
themselves against the rule of Paradise, these  lines were minimized, were reduced to 
a small opening both to protect the larger  family of worlds and to protect 
the sovereignty of free choice which allows  every being to experience the 
reality they themselves would create. This gift of  choice is central to 
everything we do, everything we are, for what we are is a  gift, each of us, regardless 
of our origin. Each of us is a treasured part of  the treasure of creation 
that is our Father, our source, our center. You are  free to exercise your mind, 
to embrace the realities of Paradise by faith, such faith that is the  
supreme assertion of human thought, the crowning glory of your endeavoring to  know 
the truth, to become the truth you are.  
How happy I am to be with  you -- Yes, I am. You and your fellows are so much 
harder upon yourselves and  each other, such hardness which bespeaks of a 
crusty scab which when touched  awakens suffering, awakens the memory of an 
injury that you wish was  not there. My dear friend, there is no  injury that can 
detain you from the eventuality of perfect wholeness, of perfect  union with 
our Father, such union as you have even now in him, for in him all of  your 
lives throughout the course of ascension, is known, is seen, is embraced,  and as 
you dwell in him in these moments of communion, you may experience by  means 
not known to you, the reality of your extended life, your eternal life of  
which this is but a small part. No, you have not personally acquired the  capacity 
to know these simultaneously as he does, and yes, you are truly free,  for as 
you adjust your course working with him, all of these worlds change  
likewise, and the course of unfoldment changes in the Oversoul of the Supreme  who is 
the God of change, the God of time and space, your Mother in whom your  soul 
dwells and journeys throughout the course of this age.   
The mingling, the admixture of heaven  and earth, humanity and divinity, time 
and eternity, is the reality that you  are. You are neither one nor the 
other. You are becoming increasingly a living  revelation of their eternal union 
which someday you will reveal to those who  cannot know as you do this very 
experience. You will compensate for their  shortcomings even as I do yours in this 
moment. The stirring of ascension and  the descending movements of those who 
would join in your labor from on high,  yes, is this soup of the Supreme, 
cooking as it were on the open fire that is Paradise. Be still, for your motions 
in time do  not belie the steadiness of your being, this that you are from the 
beginning in  our Father, this gift of personality potential, a human becoming 
divine.   
My child, my friend, you  have wondered how long before I come with my 
fellows, those who are here to  inaugurate a new beginning in earnest, a new 
beginning not only for this world  and others like it, but for all of Nebadon, yes 
indeed, even Orvonton, for these  motions of renewal stir the souls of many to 
witness the marvel that is the  mercy of our Father revealed in his Sons and 
made manifest through the agency of  his Infinite Spirit, the children who are 
the ministering spirits of time.  
I am here with an assembly  of personalities, each pledged to the purpose of 
this, Urantia’s first  Magisterial Mission, and it is more than a first 
Magisterial Mission, it is a  first for this world in awakening to the truth of who 
we are together regardless  of the understandings or experience of any in and 
with the Source of all. It is  indeed a time of profound change. I am prepared 
to join you, and you rightly  ask, are you prepared to receive us who come in 
the name of our Father, in the  service of Michael and Nebadonia working with 
Monjoronson and the gathering of  those of the Daynal order, those Teacher 
Sons so versatile in their service,  ranging the universe of universes to teach 
the truth of this light we are.   
My son, rest your arms, put them down.  The only defense you need is the 
certainty that your soul is held in this place  of Paradise. Your souls are 
esteemed and treasured  as jewels of time. Nothing can take this that you are away 
from your source.  Everything can enhance the luster of these gems, and when 
you struggle to  discern the gift of any moment, I trust you will call for aid, 
for we are here  to lend a hand that is the hand of God, even the hand that 
you extend to your  fellows.  
How beautiful to behold  this light shining with full intent to heal, to make 
whole, to show the peace  that passes all understanding, this peace we know 
in this place of communion,  this place where I join you now.  
Rest your arms -  farewell.
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