Sunday, April 29, 2007, 12:51 PM PDT

     This southern California coastal valley was socked in with fog when I left on my walk early this morning. This is a not an inspiring start. However, my morale was given a boost by a memory, from years ago, when during a walk within a similar fog, I found, that once I had reached the first station of Paradise Trail, it had become luminously translucent, with the rising sun illuminating the top layers quite brightly, and when I finally reached the top of Tank Top mountain, I found that I had ascended up through that last portion of the cloud, and found myself standing above the clouds, with blue sky, and all of the other hilltops clearly in view all the way around. Perhaps that was a once in life time experience. It did not happen today. This fog remained thick all around with every step, and up above the valley floor, I was in a very close-in world, that didn't present its details to my eyes beyond about 15 to 20 feet. This except for one caveat as I will describe.

     Returning east on Paradise Trail, which follows the ridge, peaking on various hill tops along the way, I was reflecting on what should be considered the major theme of this walk. And I thought that it had to be the support I had received (from on high) in bringing back to life within the fabric of consciousness, the vision I was given yesterday which revealed to me that the National Prayer Leader program, was part of the New Day which the Heavenly Host has planned for this nation. Yes, this realization had come alive within me several times over the course of this walk. And when this had become firmly anchored in my mind, i.e. when I had coalesced all of these impressions into a thematic whole, suddenly, the area above and around Rainbow Hill become luminous, and the sun broke through the fog! I pulled out my camera and I took a quick photo as follows.

     Look. The President will be leading the nation in prayer after the first terrorist detonation of a nuclear device in a major American city. It makes a lot of sense to me, and it will make a lot of sense to every man or woman of goodwill, that he start leading those prayers now, before the catastrophe hits us. He is the only one that can do this.

     I have changed the title of the article to read, "America's New National Prayer Leader Ushers in a Bright New Day." Let your imagination take flight into the domain of God's Pure Hope for the Victory of this Nation.

     May you pass every test.

Saturday, April 28, 2007, 10:34 AM PDT

     I have revised the last blogger entry, "The National Prayer Leader". This is a very important work I think. However, because the conclusion reached, may appear too far outside the box for some, it might be considered not worthy of one's attention. But the criteria for evaluation is not what the heavily programmed human intellect is capable of accepting at a given moment, but what the Heavenly Host would like to see come about. The idea expressed in that entry, is clearly what the Heavenly Host would like to see come about. The Will of God in this area is quite clear.

     Let us all meet, then, at that pre-arranged rendevous point, within the spirit of divine possibilities, exemplified for us in that timeless work of art known as the "The Miracle on 34th Street."

     May you pass every test.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007, 10:50 AM PDT

     America's New National Prayer Leader
     Ushers in a Bright New Day   

     May you pass every test.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007, 5:52 AM PDT

     In regards to the two President George W. Bush dreams.

     President George W. Bush is the leader of the free world, and therefore, in these two dreams he is the symbol of the Christ and the authority of the Christ. "... and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." (2 Cor. 3:17).

     This principle is not totally allegorical. Jesus Christ came to earth 2,000 years ago to prove that the Christ Flame can be anchored in a physical temple. And that the personality of the soul can be fully assimilated into the flame, losing nothing, but gaining all.

     The two dreams are to be taken as one balanced whole, with all factors on the table at once, but placed on the laboratory table, in terms of their distance from you, according to their relative weights.

     Now, in this respect, there is a unifying theme, common to both dreams, which should be central to any analysis. First, these dreams communicate a significant level of self-worth, and potential to serve usefully at the highest levels, something which you are intended to assimilate. Also we see expressed, a genuine interest in the well-being and agenda of the leader, the Christ, an important quality of loyalty.

     However, as to the first point, in as much as you are not part of the cabinet per se, i.e. part of that group of people that the President trusts to implement his agenda throughout the many executive departments, the potential spoken about in these dreams is not fully realized nor is it fully anchored. The menial though important nature of your assignments speaks to this. Though, notwithstanding this shortcoming, the second point speaks to why he feels comfortable in having you on his staff in some role.

     The chuckle that you hear coming from the cabinet, is not a chuckle that is minimizing the importance of the principle that you have stated to the President. Certainly, you cannot gainsay the truth of this idea, that the President does not need anyone working for him who is spineless and who will not carry out important assignments when they face opposition.

     Now, on that point, nowhere will you find a more fundamental responsibility, a more fundamental assignment from on high, than to discipline one's children when the need arises, and holding them to the highest standards. Indeed applying to them the principle of accountability from the earliest age. If you cannot do that with your own children, you will never be able to do that with the people who might be placed under you in a work environment. And that means you will not be able to control the agenda of a particular department. In other words, the forces of rebellion will be able to freely carry the minds of the workers in whatever direction, and thereby trampling all over the goals of the President. And so, you are absolutely right, that a person like that will not be able to stand strong and to effectively implement the President's agenda. Indeed, when given an assignment, the little children in his department would tell him to go jump in a lake, they are not going to row any of his boats, and having no spine to discipline these rebels, he will be unable to carry out any important assignments.

     And so, the members of the cabinet were not chuckling at the veracity of the principle that you stated to the President. What they were chuckling at, was the fact that you were not applying the principle to yourself. Here was a black pot, telling the President to not put the other pot on the stove, because it was black.

     The rebellious little children of your own household are your own thoughts, and they run around like so many drunkards, on occasion, just as you were saying, not able to sit down and get any of the important assignments completed. The soul, as the parent, makes no effort at all to discipline these little children, they can simply do what they want, even if they are obviously trampling all over the high standards of ascended master behavior, and in many areas.

     The parent, i.e. the soul, is given an assignment from on high: Hold fast to what thou hast received. This assignment is implemented through the vehicle of the children, in the form of thoughts. The children are rebellious, they will not do what the parent knows is best, and the parent will make no effort in enforcing any kind of discipline. And so, the members of the cabinet chuckled, not at your perception of a valuable principle, but at your inability to implement that principle in your own world, a shortcoming that keeps you out of the cabinet itself.

     Both of these dreams fulfill, in my view, the criteria I gave in identifying a dream that has its origin in the divine. Central to these two dreams is the obvious effort to communicate the presence of a significant amount of self-worth, while at the same time, encouraging you to swallow, in a gentle manner, a spoonful of truth that will have a bitter taste in your mouth.

     May you pass every test.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007, 1:39 AM PDT

     Let us stop saying nice things about the lump of quivering goo which sits on the table before us as the spine of the Democratic Party.

     Let us clear our minds, that the truth can be seen and assimilated for what it is.

     The Democrats, as a Party, feel more comfortable with the fact of defeat than the prospect for victory. They FEEL more comfortable with the fact of DEFEAT! This is who they are. They have already given us one memorable defeat in Vietnam, a defeat America will be ashamed of for all future generations, a defeat that speaks to the weakness of American character, even to our enemies today, which emboldens them, even in the present moment, to keep punching the face of Uncle Sam, because they know he has a glass jaw, and will crumble to the ground at any moment.

     And now look at what they want to do. Unhindered by any sense of shame, the Democrats want to plant in the memory of our children, and our children's children, even unto all future generations, yet another timeless defeat, this one in Iraq. Giving our enemies yet another banner of victory to march behind.

     Do the people of America really want to be saddled with this (Democrat Engineered) spirit of a double defeat, that will make us the laughing stock of the world, a saddle of ill-repute and mockery which all future generations will have to wear? Who will ride in that saddle but those who desire to destroy the American nation and enslave its people?

     When seen cowering against the backdrop of the sacrifices of the World War II generation, which is honored today as the Greatest Generation, for the simple reason they gave the whole nation something to be proud of, something to look up to, even the corona of victory that the nation can wear as a crown of respect for all time, when seen cowering against this backdrop, the legacy of this generation, as it is embodied in the spinelessness of the Democratic Party, will be seen as a repugnant and despicable cowering midget, indeed one that our enemies will see as ripe for the slaughter.

     In their heart of hearts, do the American people really desire to be associated with such an example of spinelessness, an attribute that will surely draw down upon our nation more attacks, as we appear to the world to be so fearful and weak?

     May you pass every test.

Monday, April 23, 2007, 8:36 AM PDT

     Because the forces of darkness will assail you with all manner of defeat scenarios, if there be any hope of framing the present moment with any scenario of victory, you must stand on the ground of trust, which is, if you look under your feet, the upper crust of the planet of faith.

     In God We Trust. These four words of ultimate wisdom point to the Light at the end of every tunnel.

     May you pass every test.

Sunday, April 22, 2007, 12:32 AM PDT

     There is something emotionally and mentally sick about a person who devotes his life to destroying the lifework of not just one of his parents, but both of his parents. Where do we see that in nature? We do not see that in nature. It is a completely unnatural behavior pattern.

     The sinister force is playing on this emotional and mental sickness it is true, using him as a pawn, to more thoroughly destroy the work of his parents, but that is no excuse. The sinister force would have no inroads into his psychology if he did not have this entry point of sickness, this cancerous desire to destroy the memory of his parents in the minds of all the people of the earth.

     Sean likes to talk about the proper functioning of the brain. What could be considered more naturally dysfunctional, even from a biological standpoint, than the desire to destroy the memory, the legacy, and the lifework, of one's own parents?

     I say shame on his family members who sit on their hands and do nothing to step up in defense of their own parents, and by doing so, curb the cascading energies of self-destruction in the brother they purport to love so much.

     May you pass every test.

Saturday, April 21, 2007, 7:39 AM PDT

     I wanted to announce that the following title will be published on the Journal Front Page for April 2007. Of course, the need for it was inspired by Sean. The technology when developed, will not only be the instrument of Sean's Freedom, but will ignite a worldwide revolution of freedom and enlightenment, in as much as the wolves which have their teeth sunk into the astral bodies of the Children of God, can only be cleared by the determined application of the Teachings of the Ascended Masters. The technology will expose the truth, and an era of very high motivation towards the goal of freedom will be inaugerated.

     May you pass every test.

Saturday, April 21, 2007, 5:03 AM PDT

     I learned something very important during this last series of confrontations with Sean C. Prophet. What I learned actually helped me to feel some compassion for him, giving me an understanding of the internal dilemma that he faces.

     To begin my description of this important learning experience, I must first point out, that after finishing the project on the SeanProphet.Info presentation, I moved onto the next project on my To-Do List. And this is a very important project. Of earth shaking importance. Unfortunately I cannot say anything about the content of the project, other than it has to do with building a very important structure of victory in the physical domain. In this discussion, I will give it a name, Project Prometheus.

     Now, when I thought of giving it a name, that is the name that popped into my head. I didn't have a bunch of options to choose from. There was only one name that came to mind, and that was it. I am not sure why that name popped into my head, as I couldn't tell you a thing about who Prometheus might be, other than he was Greek. I went to Prometheus in Wikipedia to find out more. And we read that Zeus had a headache, and he couldn't figure out how to get rid of it. Prometheus said he knew how to heal him. Zeus said, proceed. Prometheus picked up a rock and hit Zeus in the head with it. Out of the head of Zeus popped the Goddess Athena! And after that the headache went away! Isn't that amazing?

     During my last main service in the Sanctuary, the Masters built a huge golden foundation underneath Project Prometheus. How do the Masters do that? Well, I can say this. When you reach a particular project on your To-Do List, and the project promises to be very challenging, which this one certainly is, your whole day, from the moment you wake up, is framed with expectations dealing with that project. And when you walk into the Sanctuary to do your decree work, and so forth, prayers and calls touching all the important things in your life, it is the same. Everything that you are doing is headed in the direction of that rendevous, later in the day, with that important project. And in the course of the devotional period, when the Masters give you several important insights into how the project ought to proceed, in terms of its blueprint, its importance, in terms of the impact it will have on life, and moreover, lifting your soul into the air on the wings of great updrafts of sacred fire paradise, well, you stand upon a foundation of absolute and immutable divine certainty in regards to the importance of this project. And that is what I am talking about in regards to a golden foundation. This divine input is far more valuable than any amount of gold in your pocket. You can walk forward to do the work you need, knowing that the entire Heavenly Host supports the project, and will give you everything you need to outpicture it. That is the golden foundation I am speaking about. It is a state of absolute divine certainty that no amount of doubt can touch, at least at that point.

     This is what God our Father and the Masters would give to every soul on earth, but of course, they need to be working on the right things, and their work needs to be fitted, like a gear in the master clock, with the other gears of divine purpose.

     Now, later that day, and this was just yesterday, which was Friday, I proceeded to work on Project Prometheus, and to do so with the memory of the golden foundation very solidly present in my awareness. True enough, the substance of the foundation, the glorious updrafts of sacred fire paradise were not with me at that point, as those heights are really only experienced within the context of our devotional rituals in the sanctuary. When we arrive in the office, what we are left with to work upon is the golden foundation firmly fixed in memory.

     I should also point out that my work on Project Prometheus had been intertwined with this wrestling match that has been going on with Sean Prophet over the last couple of days. Just to make that point clear, Project Prometheus has nothing to do with Sean in any direct sense. It is just that his responses to SeanProphet.Info came to my awareness at the time that I was beginning my work on Project Prometheus, displacing my work on that project, both on Thursday, and on Friday, to a time period later in my workday, after I had completed my responses to him.

     And therefore, during this particular work period, in the midst of working on Project Prometheus, I would now and then check Sean's Blog to see if he, or one of his readers, had added anything that might require additional responses.

     One particular comment on his blog initiated a flow of darkness into my temple that you simply would not believe. The entire structure of victory that I had before me a moment before, all of the aspirations associated with it, all of the girders of hope, and all of structural members of divine promise, all of that collapsed totally and completely before my eyes. I was swept into a vortex of total fear and defeat, total discouragement and despair, and at the bottom of which, I found myself shaking my fist at the Masters, accusing them of betraying me, flinging these thoughts and feelings towards them of resentment, and even of anger.

     No sir, I have never been taken that low.

     However, juxtaposed to this experience, was still the solid memory of the golden foundation given to me previously. Although, it must be understood, that the golden foundation did nothing to stop the total and complete, the utter collapse of all of my hopes and dreams (associated with Project Prometheus) in this swirling vortex of despair and defeat. The memory of the golden foundation did nothing to insulate my feeling world from deeply feeling that despair and that fear. But yet, the memory of the golden foundation, was solid, I never lost sight of that, and it was there, as a marker, to help me understand that what I was experiencing was totally unreal. It was this memory that helped me to understand, even in the midst of a veritable cyclone of destruction, that this energy system of darkness was not real. In other words, it was not of divine origin.

     Of course there is a faith element that had to enter into this equation. In the midst of the vortex of darkness, the memory of the golden foundation does not allow you to FEEL the freedom that was initially associated with it. No, you only have a marker, an intellectual marker, reminding you that the golden foundation was given to you, and at the time it was given to you, you were exalted into the domain of utter freedom. But in the midst of the vortex of defeat and despair, there is no quality of freedom anywhere to be experienced. Everything held dear and important has collapsed, and your feeling world reflects that. And so you are confronted with a condition of diametric opposites, and you have to choose, right then and there, which one is real. I chose to cling to the golden foundation however distant it felt at that moment.

     And as I made that determination, I was made aware of the fact that this is exactly the dark energy system that had swept Sean off the path, projected consciously and intentionally by a Black Magician, to destroy all hope within the temple. I have the sense that it was the same Black Magician that controls Sean to this day.

     I was given this allegorical symbol of a great ball of astral rats being thrown into the forcefield of a Lightbearer by a Black Magician residing on the astral plane. The astral rats would instantly consume all that was of the light within the temple, completely and utterly destroying any super structure of faith, of hope, of divine promise. Leaving the soul sitting in puddle of despair, shaking his fist at God (or the Masters) for having allowed this to happen, or more precisely, having led the soul out onto a branch that is certain to break off at any moment. All that the soul had built up to that point, the astral rats would consume, and this happens instantly. In other words, the astral rats complete their cycle of destruction in a period of time that appears instantaneous. The Black Magician will recall the ball of astral rats, or as many of them as possible, so they can be processed to extract the consumed light. I don't like rats, never have.

     Now, this is not a nagging case of self-doubt we are speaking about here. No. The student has worked with God and the Masters to outpicture a particular blueprint for a project. And this is after many years of working towards the anchoring of the divine identity, where the soul is intent on pulling down from God divine blueprints only. That desire matrix is an attribute of the greatly loved son. The son truly desires to act in a manner that will contribute to the fulfillment of the divine purpose, which is, generally speaking, the saving of souls, the healing of souls, and the homecoming of souls unto the divine kingdom. The force of inner doubt, self-doubt, has been largely defeated by this time. The blueprint is before the soul, and has been built in the inner as a super structure of great hope and promise. The dark power I am speaking about destroys it utterly. Nothing is left standing.

     However, having the memory of the golden foundation, I did not shake my fist at God for very long. It was for only a couple of seconds, but still, for a couple of seconds, I found myself doing something that I had never in my life ever thought of doing. It was amazing.

     I caught my balance, I did that much, and I continued my work, but that was not easy, because now there was a chorus of despairing voices telling me that my efforts were pointless, that the forces of darkness would defeat those efforts, making me a laughing stock yet again. Well, that may be so, but a blueprint is a blueprint. I must complete it. And I did complete that work cycle on Project Prometheus, perhaps another two or three hours. And later when I emerged from another devotional period, God our Father, in cooperation with the Masters restored the previously standing superstructure, and we are ready to move forward again with confidence. This is what endears us to the Masters more and more. They have the power to sweep away the darkness and to rebuild the superstructure of hope. And what that means, is that no matter what the forces of darkness heap upon you, if you never give up on making your calls, never give up, the Masters will always put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

     As for Sean, well, like I said, I feel more compassion for him at this point, because I got to experience first hand the direct impact of what that Black Magician is able to pour into the world of the Lightbearer. It is total devastation. There is no other word for it. And if the sinister force can get you to abandon your decree work, well, your mission will be destroyed. There is no way to resurrect a divine mission without the soul choosing to go back before the Altar of the Holy Grail, and choosing to make the calls for the resurrection of divine reality in the temple. There is no other way.

     And I am thinking moreover, that because of Sean's disobedience in regards to the issue of Rock Music, it is possible that the Masters were not able to give to him the experience of the golden foundation that I describe in this project setting, that would allow him to meet the initiation and pass through it when it hit him. I believe that is possible. Initiations have their timetables, and when the time comes, the initiation is delivered, and the soul must deal with it with the resources at hand. I have some experience being given initiations that I was not prepared to meet myself. When this initiation hit him, it just carried him away, and this river of total destruction, i.e. like a river of acid, wherein all all divine aspirations have been dissolved, is what he swims in now.

     Therefore, we have come full circle, into another scenario, where you can see the wisdom of following him down stream, pushing through the underbrush on the bank, and when you reach a clear space, throwing in a life preserver to see if you can get him to hang on. The sounds of the falls, well they touch our ears with some alarm.

     May you pass every test.

Friday, April 20, 2007, 9:36 AM PDT

     What could a mind surfeited in Atheism possibly know about mental health? The juxtaposition of Atheism, with the subject of mental health is a classic oxymoron. Why?

     God our Father designed the mind, and defines the status of health. Deny God, and you deny the very power of health, the very fact of health, the very reality of health.

     May you pass every test.

Thursday, April 19, 2007, 11:17 PM PDT

     Well now. I see, that as a result of my last response to Sean Prophet, which was posted earlier this morning, wherein he was confronted with such a beautifully crafted set of words, sounding so balanced and reasonable, so thoroughly refuting his "mental illness" thesis, that he was himself driven into a mindless rage. And so, the tables have turned. It is Sean that must defend his own rationality now.

     I can tell you, that I have had my character trashed before, but never like that. If I were to believe what he wrote, I couldn't help feeling like one of those delicate earthworms which had been smashed flat on the sidewalk. Good job with your heavy hammer Sean. Very thorough.

     In his latest installment "Murdering the Apostate Part 3: Harassment and Bribery" the rampaging bulls have clearly broken through all the barrriers of reason, good sense, and accuracy. However, like Sean says, it goes with the territory. You poke a demon in the chest, and it will breathe fire. I am not talking about Sean per se, but the forces of darkness that live in his temple and use his soul as a doormat. Not one single characterization they make, through his mouth, concerning my efforts are true. What more can I say?

     Nevertheless, me readers know me well. I am never at a loss for words. I can always say more.

     I wonder how Sean must feel in a moment of sincere reflection that he is being used (by the dark side) to do to me, exactly what the enemies of his Mother did to her, using the most outrageous distortions, exaggerations, half-truths, and outright calumnies to destroy her character in the eyes of the American people generally. There was a time when that really bothered him. His sister Erin made a profession for a time out of publishing repudiations of those attacks. Where is Sean's memory? The irony is deep then, that Sean has been coopted into that very same effort to do everything in his power to destroy the credibility of his own Mother, and her life's work, when she is in no position to defend herself. That I think is really shameful. How the other members of his family can feel good about that is beyond my comprehension.

     I take little comfort however, in the sad truth, that what calumnies and falsehoods that spew out of the mouth of Sean Prophet in regards to my own person, have already spewed out of his mouth in regards to his own Mother and Father. They certainly got it in spades first, before it was my turn. Nevertheless, my brother is in their somewhere, and we will figure out, in the end, how to set him free.

     But let me say first, that I believe it is very childish, and immature, sort of like a tantrum that a four year old would engage in, to cry crocodile tears over being "harassed" at the very same time as you sit on top of your soap box shooting poison tipped arrows, in great abundance into the legacy of your Father and Mother, doing everything you can to destroy their character in the minds of the people of this planet, and thereby do major damage to the hopes and dreams for victory which reside in the very heart of God. We are all supposed to sit back and shut up, because Sean Prophet wants to live a peaceful life, free from any kind of challenge, even as he does everything in his power to destroy what we hold so dear? Such an expectation is totally infantile.

     Hundreds of emails? That is an extreme exaggeration. Concerning my communications with Sean, I would conservatively estimate that the number of emails I have sent to him over a three year period could not possibly be over 50. Here, I save them all. Let me count them. Well, ok, it looks like I underestimated. I count 95. I also count 49 that Sean sent to me. Beyond that, I will not lend any legitimacy to Sean's wild and out of control suspicions and paranoia when it comes to "socket-puppies" as he calls them. I don't believe his suspicions have much merit, in thinking that the only person in the world who can speak the truth to his face goes by the name of Steven S. Showers. Think about it. Anyone who speaks the truth to his face, he is sitting there steaming with suspicion that I am behind the words. That's paranoia.

     Admittedly, my relationship with Sean has been an antagonistic from the beginning, that is true enough, and that we disagreed far more than we agreed, but he fails to mention the fact that a large percentage of those emails were part of a mutually agreed upon back and forth dialogue. Sure, when the dialogue got to the place where his anger overcame his reason, he would say, "Don't contact me again." But invariably, I would be inspired to communicate an important idea to him some weeks later, which would begin another dialogue, with emails going back and forth for a while, until he would slam the door again. Certainly he gets really upset when I can spell out my position in a very lengthy and detailed manner, and there is nothing he can think of to say to refute it, so he slams the door again. Actually he considers it close to a crime to write anything that goes behind a couple of hundred words.

     He also fails to mention the fact that we had a civil dialog in the course of exchanging many emails in February and March of 2006, which inspired him to invite me to a one-on-one meeting. If he truly felt I was some kind of unbalanced ogre, he would not have done that. We met for six hours at the local Denny's. And not an angry or unkind word was spoken between us. We had a good civilized talk. If you look at how he has characterized that meeting since, you see none of that mental illness stuff. The worst thing he could think of to say about me, in terms of what I expressed at that meeting, is that I would not agree to entertain any doubt as to the existence of God. It's like asking someone to entertain doubt as to whether the sky is blue. It is blue, unless there is cloud cover. That might lead some to think that the sky might not be blue. But even above the cloud cover, it is still blue. You can get into an airplane to prove it.

     During that meeting, Sean never used the word "harassment". So it is not true that I agreed to stop harassing him, which would have implied that I agreed with his premise, i.e. that I was harassing him. No, I would never agree with that. My only purpose, from beginning to end, is to call him back to his mission. But what did I actually agree to at that meeting? Did I agree to give up my beliefs? No. Did I agree to give up on the possibility that he might some day return to his mission? No. I believe the essence of his request at the end of the meeting, was that I would be more respectful of his choices. What could I say? Actually, that was the worst part of the whole six hours, where his demeanor changed, and he was ready to forget the entire six hours of engaging dialogue that we just had. You could smell an argument coming on designed to snuff out any positive feeling he might have taken away from that meeting. I did not rise to the bait. I think I said, I will try. And it was understood that we would continue with our dialogue via email beyond that point. And we did.

     True, we ran into an obstacle fairly soon, concerning the fact that he felt the need to quote Karl Marx in a positive way at the end of one of his own emails to me. Talk about a well designed poke in the eye. We went back and forth over that for some time, and he would never admit that he had made a mistake by attributing wisdom to Karl Marx. As you might know, Karl Marx is the father of Communism, the instigator of all the innocent blood spilled under the banner of Communism throughout the world, a number that reaches to about 120 million conservatively, when you take into account the millions who perished because of the famines caused by the collectivization of agriculture in the Soviet Union and Red China. The name of Karl Marx and mass death are synonymous. Yet Sean's handlers are in control. He could not move his lips to retract his foolish remarks which effectively installed a halo over the head of Karl Marx, an embodied lieutenant of Lucifer no less.

     Communists, as militant Atheists, you will remember, had a tradition of putting religious believers in mental hospitals, forcefully, against their will. That is one thing Karl Marx stood for. Atheists actually believe that those who believe in God are mentally ill. This is the force of black magic projected through them by demons on the astral plane to which they are allied. So Sean's current obsession with the subject of mental illness can be partly explained by that.

     The "things" I have sent to Sean can be counted using two fingers on one hand. One, two. Two (2) items, which he likes to characterize as "gifts". That is a false characterization. These are simply communication tools, no different than an email. A message but in a more tangible form. They both are sent to communicate important concepts. Useful concepts. Valuable concepts.

     On the matter of the plaque, well, what can I say. I care too much? Let the reader decide. If your heart is attuned to the hopes and dreams which the Masters, and God our Father had, and still has, for Sean in this lifetime, and you read the message on the plaque, you will see that this item represents only another method for giving him an important message, in this case, that it would be wise from him to stop this nonsense and return to his mission. It is wise to approach infinite happiness. Not very smart to walk in the opposite direction.

     I made this plaque for him prior to the aforementioned meeting, and which I intended to present to him at the meeting. And there is a story behind that which he conveniently glosses over. The plaque was mounted onto a pole that fit in a base, and it rotated like a sign, driven by a motor in the base, and this rotating sign was supposed to be set up at the table before Sean arrived, and before he could make any objection. My timing was off, due to the fact that Sean had called me, and moved the meeting time up one hour. I had only enough time to carry the base into the restaurant. He refused to allow me to bring the rest if in, and I would not show him the whole thing, unless it was set up as intended. Therefore, while he saw the plaque in the back seat of my car, he did not see it close up. And so, after the meeting, I cut off the mounting pole, and sent him the plaque. And I kept the base for another project.

     You can see from this incident how much Sean is driven by the force of fear projected from the astral plane. A normal person would have been at least curious to see what the whole thing looked like when it was put together and turned on. To stifle that natural interest, a heavy force of fear has to be present.

     At any rate, the message on the plaque affirms his mission, the reason for which he came into embodiment. A tremendous potential for good that he could draw down from his own causal body if he would have only stayed on the path, and worked with the masters. This is still possible. Though it is true, as every day passes, the climb back up the mountain will be the more arduous. It won't be easy.

     In his most recent blogger entry, Sean tries to make this plaque appear to be a shameful thing. Notice that he doesn't give you a closeup look. But I will. You read the words for yourself, and decide whether this is the product of deranged mind, or the product of the mind of a sincere devotee of the ascended master cause interested only in the best for Sean Prophet, and the other members of his family.

     You can see why the portrait of the whole family is there. What is said to Sean, is said to all, and applies to all. True hearts in that family, and each one has a true heart, regardless of the layers of doubt, and confusion that have been heaped upon them by the sinister force, will resonate to this message, and they will see in this message even a light at the end of the tunnel.

     When parents are entrusted with a planetary mission, as were Mark and Elizabeth Prophet, a mission of such breadth, and depth, as to lay a foundation for a golden age, the hearts of their children are naturally aligned to their role as team players deriving their highest sense of identity from the spirit of loyalty and the spirit of ultimate victory that they themselves are intended to usher in as their parents leave the stage. This natural outlook is a flame that burns still within the hearts of these souls, again, no matter how many layers of doubt, and uncertainty, and confusion, the sinister force has heaped upon them. Nevertheless, even IF the accumulation of those layers of alienation, the very weight of it, feels like a mountain upon them, as Jesus Christ said, if you have faith, you speak to that mountain, and tell it to move, and it will be removed yonder. Indeed, opening up the landscape of victory once again.

     Certainly, within the heart-of-hearts of each of these children, the aggressively enforced posture of repudiation unto the mission of their parents, grinds upon their conscience as an alien force. They search for peace, indeed, but they will never find it until they confront and defeat that alien force.

     Forgive me however, this is only a prototype, which was just barely finished in time for my meeting with Sean in April of 2006. I was in the shop up to the very last minute. I was having trouble with the laser engraver for one thing, having to spend many hours in a troubleshooting mode just to get the results you see, and because Sean moved the meeting up by an hour, I did not have the time to trim the shape of the top, to correspond to the curve of the archway. Nor was there any hope of realizing my dream of applying gold leaf to the surface of the letters.

     Now, I am supposed to feel ashamed of this effort? I am supposed to look at my efforts in this regard as a form of mental illness? That is ridiculous. Let the reader read the vibrations, and decide for themselves.

     As to the 140 plus hours I spent putting together the presentation of SeanProphet.Info, this is supposed to make me some kind of a maniac? No, I don't think so. Maniacs use their time to destroy things. I spent 140 hours raising up a monument to the best expression that Sean Prophet gave to the people of this planet (so far). And I did this to remind you of who you really are. Who you really are has great value, great potential to bring great blessings to the people of this planet. All of this is held in your causal body, records of fantastic achievements over countless aeons before you even came with Sanat Kumara to this planet. Sean, you have amnesia, and the forces of darkness are simply taking advantage of that state of blindness, and the infantile emotions which you consider part of your personality, like crying about being harassed even as you are fitting one poison tipped arrow to your bow after another. That 140 hour effort is a message to you. The memory of who you are in God, those memories are stored in your own causal body. And they are extremely valuable. The whole planet will benefit in a grand manner when you climb back into the seat of that cosmic fighter jet that you are so skilled in flying.

     Of course, it is nonsensical to assert that your thought processes expressed in that sermon can be likened unto the scribblings of a kindergardener. At that time you were an adult. You were not a child. You chose to exercise your freewill in a direction that was calculated to bear the most positive fruit for yourself, for the organization, and for the planet. And so it has. You have left a marker for yourself, that would help you find your way home. All the denizens of the pit are throwing a fit at the appearance of this marker. They see the light in it, and they are truly offended. But it the marker you left for yourself. Reminds me of a Star Trek Voyager Episode. Remember that one? Which begins with a couple of people in space suits (Ensign Kim and Chakote) walking across the surface of an icy planet, and they are getting down on their knees sweeping away the snow from the surface of the ice, and the camera pulls back to give us a bird's eye view, where we see the Starship Voyager embedded under a large sheet of ice. That was really dramatic. Well, if you remember that episode, you will remember how Ensign Kim sent a message from the future, back into the past, to save the day, and in that message, he embedded a message to himself.

     As to the $100 dollar bill pasted on top of the broken piece of lamppost, you mischaracterize this as a bribe. A bribe is something offered to an official to get him to do something dishonest. See, you weave a layer of falsehood over the issue. The $100 bill was an enticement, not a bribe. It also carried the message that there was something valuable there for you. On the one hand, perhaps you can feel good, that you can't count greed as one of your vices. Though I wonder. I am thinking that if you knew that the $100 bill was there when the package arrived, you probably would have opened it to get that $100 bill. Isn't it true that you refused the package before you were aware that the $100 bill was there? Isn't it true that you only read my email that revealed this, after you had refused the package? Isn't that true? So my timing was off. I was too impatient to have that project finished, so I could move on to something else. Could some of your present anger have to do with the fact that you realize you are a $100 poorer? I mean that both materially and spiritually.

     At any rate, the idea was to get you to touch the marble, so that the Masters could transfer an increment of light into your world, through the marble structure, which was saturated with light, to give you a more balanced perspective of your present predicament. As you know, the light cannot enter unless you make a free will choice in that direction. By opening the package, and handling the sculpture, that would be something like a freewill choice. It was worth a try. The truth is, if you did not open it, I was hoping that you would just throw it away. I did not want to see it back here. But I will accept the return with the underlying message, that you want me to keep it for you, and to try again when conditions are more advantageous. Why else would your return it? There it is confronting me every day. If you really wanted me to forget about that particular project, you would have simply set the box out on the curb for the trash collectors to pick up. So, let us take our hats off to Freud.

     In regards to the propriety of using the SeanProphet.Info website name, claiming identity theft and so forth, Sean continues to mischaracterize that as well. This is a very straight forward issue. It is about giving the world SEAN PROPHET INFORMATION. That's what .INFO means. And that is what the world wide web is all about. The free flow of accurate information. It a website that gives INFO about Sean Prophet. If people want info on Sean Prophet, well, I am sure, that if they punch that name into a search engine, this site will come up, and they will have, as a result, more information about Sean Prophet. Good information. Accurate information. Truthful information. With no attempt to deceive anyone in regards to the purpose of the web site, or in regards to the creator of it. The introduction screen says it all.

     Have I covered everything? Emails, plaques, marble bases, $100 bills, website names, and a deep supply of determination based on the understanding of how important your role is in the victory of the light on this planet, so many things for me to feel ashamed of? Hardly. Standing up for the truth is what helps me to feel good about who I am.

     And I would not overlook the deep desire, which I have in abundance, to do something in the short term, to limit your destructive activities. As long as you are pounding on me, you are not pounding on your own Father and Mother. Neither of whom are here to defend themselves. I look forward to responding to your next installment.

     May you pass every test.

Thursday, April 19, 2007, 6:56 AM PDT

     I want to begin by saying that the beautifully crafted presentation displayed on www.seanprophet.info is completely and thoroughly respectful. There is nothing whatsoever in that presentation, or in the related background blogger entry, which attempts to trash Sean's character. Not one negative word. It is simply an effort to depict the expression of Sean's soul at a time when he was in his right mind. That's all. It is simply an effort to give him a reference point so he can see how far from reality his mind has wandered, and to do so, before it is too late.

     The effort does not use any pejoratives, does not attempt to trash his character in any way. Again, it is totally respectful, the respect he deserves, as a Child of God. The presentation simply presents his own words, as they were spoken in October 1989.

     His response to this positive, respectful, and well intentioned effort, gives us another indication of just how far down the mountain of reality he has slid. Check this out. This is the title he gave to his response.

     Even so, Sean has really fallen to a new low, becoming an unrestricted transmission channel for the lowest and most insidious poison of the dark side, in trying to label his debating opponents as mentally ill. Sure enough, that stings.

     But I ask you this. Who has a stronger grip on Reality? The person who has fallen into a pit of such tumultuously seething contempt for God, that the very existence of God our Father is denied, or the person who stands at the edge of that pit, trying to throw in a life preserver on the end of a golden rope?

     May you pass every test.

Thursday, April 19, 2007, 5:23 AM PDT

     I thought the following photo, taken from the top of Rainbow Hill, looking west at sunset, showing an unusual correspondence of power symbols might be of some interest. Sun power, electrical power, and water power.

     But in most cases, water flows downwards and from this we can tap its power. Like spiritual waters. If there is no flow, there is no power. Also, unlike photons or electrons, if water does not flow, it stagnates, and strange things will begin to grow in it. For a water system to be healthy, it must flow. Clean water must flow in, and dirty water must flow out.

     May you pass every test.