Global Communication: 10" diameter "Earth Object" Ann Essance, copyright

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EARTH MOTHER WARNS HER CHILDREN

Ann Essance, copyright,2012

Azalea beds, pine-blanketed, do not live here.

They live in the damp humid south, where swamps drool slow black sludge

On cypress knees, and long green-black monkey-grass mustaches

Rivaling purple-blue beards of wandering jew.*

But, here, in the Desert of Life, you and I must work harder and play less,

For you have not learned your lessons, My Children.

All must balance, for there to be Peace and Beauty.

All must work in Love, in order to create, more than just survive.

There must be Respect, in order to share what God has given us.

All Gifts come from the God of All who dwells in the HIghest Sky;

He sends Me His Love, moment to moment, as We Are One.

But, though we are One, Sky God and Me, He is the Whole.

I Am, as the Earth, but one of his many counterparts, a Co-Creator.

In Life's confusion and longing for harmony,

Great Sky God will never abandon Me, your Mother.

But, what of you, My Children? What of you?

Do you not know that you are your own creations, beyond birth?

Do you not know that you make of yourselves

What you believe in and what you do?

I tell you true, My Children, you are lagging far behind.

Your strength of character pales beyond the ghost of what it should be.

It is time to grow up!

I long for the Sky God of All, and He deserves Good Children,

Not marauders and thieves. He has watched you steal from Me.

He has watched you grab from others. He is tired of all this foolish play.

He wants Mature Children of Strength and Majesty.

Women to bear His Children, in purifying Grace, manifesting Life.

He wants Love in Action, and so do I, We are One, Sky God and Me.

Without Us, you have no Home, you have no Life.

Why, Why, My Children, do you not get along?

Why do you turn your backs on each other?

Why do you not grow up? Those who cherish their lives, must!

Those who do not, will be spun into space, shortly.

For My Body is bloody and soiled with the greed of spilled oil, used for Wars.

I want it to be Eternally Beautiful, again, and Sky God wants this for Me, also.

His Children, My Children, Our Children.

If you are not ready, if you do not respect your brothers and sisters,

If you do not share the work, if you take what belongs elsewhere,

And do not return it, then you will not play your games, anymore.

You will have played with Life and lost.

You have not grown in the Wisdom of Scriptures sent by Sky God, long ago.

You have not asked for Our Help. You have gone your own way.

 

Prodigal Sons and Daughters of Sky Father and Earth Mother,

That way has cost you your Life, and still you do not learn.

We do not wait any longer. When you read these words, Children of My Body,

Know that Sky God and I have agreed:

You must be prepared. You must be ready. A'Yeshua*, the Alpha of Life,

Returns for those who have used their gifts, wisely.

He hangs, no more, upon broken promises and wooden crosses,

He is here to claim the Victory that He came to bring.

The Victory of Peace upon My Body the Earth.

He comes in Eternal-No-Time, a time you cannot Know,

Unless you are Centered in Peace within your Hearts;

An Infinite Space of Love, deep within the Sacred Heart of Sky God.

Make Amends, My Children. Call upon the Angels of Light.

Do It NOW, My Children! Do It Now!

For NOW, is all you have.

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* a plant species whose deep purple color is known for its pronounced highlights in the garden