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Liber Viridis

This is either a) the weblog of two spirit guides who for reasons best known to themselves have chosen to work with Mordant C., or b) the sad deluded ramblings of an ageing gen-Xer who's finally lost her few remaining marbles. Whatever. Enjoy.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

'Nother download. Got this about 2:30, 3 am last night...


So. Hi there!

[Greeting]

You have not contacted the channeler we sent you [the word they used was 'sent', but concept that came through was more like 'arranged that you should meet'].


That was a sending?

You know this, do you not?

Now that I think about it....

You must contact her.

What am I going to say though?

You know what you must say.

I've got to tell her about your blog, right?

You must indeed. We wish it to be seen.

Yeah, but what if she thinks it's a bad idea?

Be at peace. Do you not know that this is [concept: right action, dharma, destiny?] It is your will, the will of your truest and highest self. Do not lose your regard for the sensibilities of others, for gentleness is precious to us. Yet do not be ruled by it. Do not let it stay your hand on the tiller; when you should streer this little barque straight and sure into new waters, you circle the coast fearfully.

Be not afraid, but be at peace. You are loved. Your hands toil for us and shall be anointed with sweet oils. The care on your brow is placed there by small and petty things. Raise up your eyes and behold the work that is yours to do.


Uhhhh, guys? This is all getting a bit Messianistic.)

[Laughter]

Do you fear? What is it you fear?


Well, ending up like David Icke, for a start. You've already got me using green ink; if I end up in a turquoise tracksuit you're going to have some explaining to do.

As we say: Be at peace, fear not. Let the small and petty take care of small and petty things.

That sounds judgier than usual.

All life, all knowing, all conscience is dear to us. Yet there are many who lose themselves in petty concerns to the exclusion of the great. This you know. We love them no less, but you must not allow yourself to get lost in those same [image of a builing with many different rooms. Some of the rooms are big, some impossibly small and cramped.]

It is not a matter of blame, or of fault, but minds lost in pettiness and the idle passions have a way of drawing other minds to the same idle passions; yours in particular, for you doubt and question at all times, and when you doubt yourself you look to others for guidance and you ape them. You are lost in the idle passion of selfdoubt.


Btu what about people who never question anything, who are always so sure they're right that they just ride roughshod over everyone else?

We do not say "Banish doubt." Rather we would bid you to taste Doubt as you would taste of strong wine: respectfully and judiciously. For as surely as it widens the eyes and makes the heart swift, too much will dull the wits and make all steps uncertain.

And in this matter your selfdoubt is an idle thing. Here in this green book you only speak; you do no harm by speaking.


But if I screw this up, the people who read it could be misled.

Have you not made quite clear the choice that the reader must make in reading our words? You have made your doubt plain for all to see. We commend your honesty in this. Part of your task is to show your doubt.

You say "I do not truly know who speaks these words, but the words are good. Listen not to the speaker but to the words themselves." This is most needful in our time, for there are many who purport to speak for gods or angels, and who, for the most part, speak only for money-greed or fame-greed.

To be humble in this is a good thing. Yet do not falter! You do no harm here, and may yet do much that is good.


[At this point I start to lose my focus. The 'male' guide strikes the ground with his staff and both guides cry out "HAH!" in a great voice. They do this quite a lot, the yellling HAH thing. At first I thought they were angry and yelling at me, but they swiftly reassured me. It actually a technique for sort of tuning me in, making it easier to hear them. I'm really supposed to join in but... y'know, yelling neigbours, 3am, it's a thing.]
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