Thursday 25th March 2015, (well it was 2 am Thursday for Ben- Its still Wednesday for me)
Monjo thru Ben.
ROUT AND RUIN,
Greeting citizens of Earth plane,
I AM MONJORONSON,
It is a pleasure to be here to witness a long drawn plan, coming to its edifying conclusion,
The many blocks and pieces, parts and players, coalesce into a seemingly impossible abstraction,
MASTER SON ATON MOVES HIS HANDS UPON THE WATERS,
GENTLY, CALMLY, WITH FORE THOUGHT AND THE INFINITE WISDOM OF HIS PARADISE FATHER GUIDING HIS HAND,
Oh if you could see what I see dear children of the enduring light,
DIVINE SON ATON IS INDEED BEAUTIFUL IN THE SHINING GLORY OF HIS FATHERS IMAGE.
It is through ones such as he, that ones such as I,
Yes even I,
Might catch a glimpse of eternity in the arms of GRACE that only the ETERNAL SOURCE AND CENTRE might provide,
To watch the mighty MASTER SON at work on his beloved planet, full of his cherished children, one might spy the hint of the LOVE OF THE ONE WHOM IS EVERYTHING AND IS ALL IS ONE FOR ALL ETERNITY.
Just a glimpse mind you...
But for some of us, that sensation, THAT KNOWING, will accompany us for EONS OF TIME,
GLORY BE TO THE UNENDING LIGHT,
TO THE ETERNAL BEING, ALL HONOUR AND POWER,
TO THE ONE,
ALL LOVE AND ALL JOY BE UPON THOSE WHO KNOW FROM WHENCE THEY HAVE SPRUNG,
FOR THEY SHALL KNOW, WHAT IT MEANS, TO BE ONE WITH THEIR FATHER,
TO BE HOME, IN THE ARMS OF SOURCE AND REMEMBER THE TRUTH OF ALL EXISTENCE,
TO KNOW PEACE,
COMPLETENESS AND WHOLENESS,
BLESSED ETERNAL FATHER I AM OVERCOME TO KNOW YOUR COMPASSION,
Citizens of Earth,
I guess I should digress to matters of small substantial import,
But increasingly significant to those living their lives in the trenches of earth plane,
Counting life by the seconds...
Beloveds, the Cabal is undone,
The leaders of these ragtag bandits of inconsequence wail and groan,
The foundations of this New World Order crumble to fine dust,
Allies of the darkness founder and disperse,
A hasty retreat has transformed into a rout disastrous proportions,
The sinking ship flounders on the shoals of the Lighthouses who have been sent to bring this planet home,
The rats in panic fight amongst themselves, cannibalizing themselves, self destructing and bringing about their own demise,
There is little more to be done than to unveil the elephant in the room,
Or what's left of the elephant,
A ROTTING STINKING CARCASS OF AN EVIL BUNCH OF INSANE RATS WHO DO NOT EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO LAY DOWN AND DIE QUIETLY.
Beloved lightworkers, MASTERS OF LOVE,
We move into the most chaotic time of unveiling, be aware and alert,
FOR ALMOST ANYTHING,
ITS GOING TO GET BUMPIER STILL,
I AM MONJORONSON
This reminds me of a beloved song that took on more meaning as I learned about CM years ago and its coming to fruition... The shore approaches....
These are the words and I shall find a you tube for music. Sister Help trim the sail. is NEBADONIA and the River Jordan is EARTH. and of course the trumpets....
Here is a nice wiki history to read about the song. It has had many versions.
For newer readers who have any familiarity with the Urantia Book.. Monjoronson is the Avonal Magisterial Mission Son from Paradise.... I have some pieces early on with him on the main site.... He has been here since about 1200 AD.. is behind the Renaissance and the commissioning the UB. Avonal Sons have the Eternal Son and the Infinite Spirit as their source.