Re: Re: David’s Guidance

[Joanie]

David’s Guidance 9/11/11: The Main Event

How do you call a person who has been here, there, all around? How do you call them? Do you take them, throw them, or do you just say, “Come here?” We ask because we want you to be aware that there are people who sadly walk with you. They pine, cry, laugh only if tickled. The ones who walk with you are sad. They have been, and they will be when the people near them are not necessarily noticing how sad they are.

Please see this. See your friends, family, those in class, next door. See their faces, their demeanors. They rock, roll. They sit, stare — all in throes of sadness. It is true.

Why do we we say this now? Because some of the people in life continue, yet they really sit, stare in a manner like death. Please see this. Please.

Go to a store. See others shop. Do they glide? Trudge? How is their movement? Is it perfect — in step with your gait, or is it “lost” and swerving? Go see. See.

See the ones unmask as they cry when in arms of those who listen. The tears are so vivid that the tears fade only when the person sleeps. We cry as you are here without a friend to cry to.

Why do we say this? Because others sadly miss loved ones. They cry for them, hurting, pining. (Terrible to be in this way…) We see ones crying because some left without “good-bye.” We see ones cry because another took another’s dream, stood, walked and closed a door. Others, too, left because the dream faded.

We find you out, about. How do you know they are in crying for lost ones? You go in, asking them whether they are in need of you — your arm, shoulder, ear. Take one who is here listenig to 9/11 news reports. Do you feel they are sad? Take one who listens to stories of departed ones gone away from floods. Sad? Yes. We believe so.

Open a heart. Yours. Take a friend and comfort them. Bring them food, ordinary things that comfort.

You see, we are here to announce a “coming.” The “coming” will bring you solace. It is more than this, yet it comes as solace to those who are sad. We say this because some wish more than arms, ears, and shoulders. (smiles) We say to those who wait, “The time is near and you will see the Light. It shines and will come soon. All glory is at the moment of time stoppping. We announce the ‘coming’ and it will be soon.”

So, take that — that which is here on paper as she writes our words. Take the piece we offer to/through her so others may hear the proclamation:

“We are here to say the moment is near.”

Go, friend, to a place of worship if you wish. Ask God what is happening. Ask what to do. Ask why others cry, and then offer help. Raise up your brethren. Raise children, men, women. They rise as you offer help in the way of Love.

This is for you to be more compassionate. We wish Compassion to arrive on horses — white stallions! (We love the image.) Go ride a stallion. Choose who to save. Shall you be a rescuer to a friend? Family member? Co-worker? Who will be saved?

I believe you know we rescue ourselves, correct? I say “rescue” in terms of compassionately offering Love. I do not refer to the rescuing requiring interfering with another’s growth. That is the person’s responsibility. Not yours. Rescue with compassion. This is my point.

Have you thought about sadness in your heart? Have you looked inside to see if you need help? Do you need one to dig there, looking for stones that weigh down each beat? Oh. We see you know the stones and count them each day. (smiles)

Take a stone. Examine it. Does it sit alone? Reach in. Talk to one. What does it say? Ah! It speaks! The one there. Pull it out. Oh, it’s heartbreak from the ’50’s. Mhm. What do we say? “Get rid of what does not serve.” Oh. You like this. Take the one there. It’s bluish. Trust us. “It works, so work it.” The blue one is here to remind you that lots of others were hurt because you were not careful and left them hanging. Hey! That’s right. You cause heartache, too. Be careful, dear one. It goes both ways. The pink stone is for you to let go, too. And this is for the time you sat about waiting till they returned, but found out it was not to be.

We could go on. The aches you have are universal. We see all with sadness in a form or another. We want each to be careful and realize that folks carry stones. The pain sits. What pain? The pain of trust lost. Pain in terms of anxious involvement not serving a person at the time they wished. Pain in terms of sad loss of love. Pain and more pain. Each has a story.

We wish to share that many do live with happy and healthy hearts. They beat and play music over the Earth. They are happily playing so others hear love beats from afar. We are sure there are those who can say that their hearts are unburdened. We speak of those hurting. We discuss this because many are sad and we want Compassion to ride into town.

The moment comes. The moment, or “Main Event” comes and when it does, we will see you and say, “Hello. It’s the moment you’ve waited for. We serve you and welcome you to days of Glory.”

You will see that events are speeding up and time is, as well. You will see that you feel more connected with those who are interested in what you speak of. If you like Dark things, Darkness will be spoken of. If you are happy with Light, Lightness is your connective tissue that binds you.

We know this is cryptic, yet we feel this is the way most people reading this wish to be addressed. If you want more, please ask and we will tell you what is happening on Earth at this time.

The person, Joanie, writes and she also is aware of great advances taking place now. Please ask and she will share what she has learned. If she wishes us to guide in the response, she may. Our aim is to enlighten those who are not familiar with the Main Event.

So, with Love, we say, “Come see us again. We so enjoy when you are here.”

Love, The Ones Who Can Find Ways To See Through The Veil, Hide, Come Forward Just Enough To Peek And Say, “I see you, so get yourself ready for an Event that will make you shine bright like a star.”

Always, David, The Divine Ones: Mary Magdalena, Jesus, Mary, the Mother; Your angels: Michael, Auriel, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael; and more friends who wish to be cited, yet the paper she writes on is not long enough to have them be named in all

Joanie, the scribe, continues and will write till we say, “OK. It’s time. Put down the pen. We’re here.” (smiles and laughter)