In
the year 2000 Machiventa Melchizedek stated: “They (the Midwayers) can do no more for you
than you do for them.” It appears one’s spiritual
accounts can never be in the red. However, there appear to
be exceptions, and this is surely one of them.
The AC Practitioner writes: I have the fondest of memories
of my early years in Ireland, even though it was soon after
Bloody Sunday, and my family and I escaped death a number
of times. My dad was in the army, and we lived in a place
called, Hollywood Barracks.
One day I was in the playground, the only child there, enjoying
myself on the swings. There was a Land Rover parked right
nearby. After a time, a rather mangy-looking dog came over
to me, barked at me, and gestured for me to follow him toward
some bushes near the playground, and away from the swings.
Being a curious little girl, obviously, I followed the dog.
He kept just enough distance between us to avoid my touching
him. We skipped off into the thicket and then, suddenly,
he was gone!
I just turned to go back to
the swings, and then it happened: An almighty, massive
explosion! The
Land Rover had had a
bomb underneath it, and had that helpful dog not lured me
away, I would have never seen any of my children’s
newly born faces!
Where the swings were, was
now a twisted heap of rubble. I’ll never forgot that dog and, I believe it was an
Angel; my Guardian Angel, perhaps. I never saw that dog again,
and besides, it was generally made clear that being in the
army, dogs weren’t really approved of, because of the
fact that most folk never stayed in one place longer than
18 months to 2 years. Hollywood Barracks was pretty well
devoid of pets, especially as quarantine for a dog was about
3 years.
Cool story, huh? I forget
about some of my good luck stories. I have wondered why
I’ve been saved on so many occasions,
and think it has to do with the children. I think it’s
probably best not to know. I always ask to be guided in the
correct direction. I reckon I’m doing all right with
some of those ‘instructions’ -- going along with
a hunche, etc. – for it seems to always pan out as
the best thing I could have done. Harmonious results always
ensue.
More than two decades ago,
the Celestial Artisan, Athena, coined the phrase, “Those colorful, scintillating ‘tiles’ in
the mosaic of their time, their family, their environment
and their country . . .” She was talking about those,
who would become great contributors, and who would be protected
at all costs, because they would play an important part in
the spiritual economy of the planet.
In their instances, their ‘Spiritual Accounts’ may
well be temporarily in the red – overdrawn – against
ultimately certain future credits.
And it’s just a small
thought.
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