Re: Re: David’s Guidance

[Joanie]

Dear John,

You are lovely. We say you are creating a picture that is wonderful, exciting — all ’round good, wholesome, delicious… We have happy ideas that sing, “Hey! He’s in town! Let’s hear him talk!” Yes, you also have the finesse you say you wish you had. OK. Well, spelling isn’t OK, but who cares. It’s the way you phrase your thoughts that touches the ones reading words you say to others here, or anywhere else, for that matter.

Oh, we like the Bigfeet conversation. Thanks for adding 2 cents.; Your nickel’s appreciated. (smile)

So, you are keeping from lying folks. So, they lie. Yes. There are those who do this to keep from seeing Truth in themselves and others. Lie and you get it back two-, no, ten-, no… We say you’re bit if you lie. It cheats back. (smile) The lie energetically flies through atoms, molecules, bounces, finds a return to get you as it restores (itself) to honesty, or justice. Did you know? It shakes rooms up when it returns and they are caught. Yes, stay away from lies. (smile)

Joanie will come in with words:

Thank you, John, for your warm words and wishes. It has been a year since we met on Zingdad’s site (http://www.zingdad.com). I’ve had the great pleasure of meeting you… again. Let’s see how you and I know one another from “before:”

“It was yesterday when they came through doors. They said, “Hey! Look! Light!” And they ran down to Earth. He sat, looking at Earth. She kept walking. Soon they hit roads, water, hiking… all good places to set up shop and create Life. The work took centuries. It had to be done well. Soon, time stood and the work was complete. We see you wandering with him as you found lives for wisdom chats, monumental ideas established to be passed to etheric structures that would benefit humans, and great activity in the kitchen. You cooked meals for wise men and others. You took pains to examine roasts to see if they were done. Other nights, soused, you licked plates of sauce and shouted, “Hell! The world is corrupt!” We laugh. You have met to shout, “Hell!” yet the word is now, “Hail!” (laughter”)

“Long time… Now together again talking and seeing Light.”

So, John. I don’t make roasts, nor do I drink anymore. We’ll set up a grand kitchen at The Ascension, if you’d like, and we’ll make trifle, calzone, brioche, and Cornish pasties!

I appreciate your honesty, as well, and feel that what you bring here is true, open, loving, and wise.

Blessings to you,

Joanie