Illawarra District, Australia, December 26, 2006.
Joan of Arc
Received by GMB.
December 26th, 2006.
Bzutu: I greet you brother. This is Midwayer Chief Bzutu.
The connection is made. Proceed and dont be shy.
Joan of Arc: This is Jehanne. Many on the world of my origin
believe me to be a saint, and yes, they even pray to me. I guess you
will understand that it is a matter of somewhat of an embarrassment
to me. All that are here are saints, or none are. Pilgrims headed for
Paradise is what we all are; what you are.
However, one must make allowances. Those who are not in the know
cannot be blamed, no. However, their prayers should be directed at the
Master Creator and Architect of all that is; the eternal Father.
I speak the language of this region. It is being translated for
me by your close friend, and I know that it is translated into English,
not of course my favorite French of olden days, or these days.
A question that has often been asked by many, and never yet satisfactorily
answered, is why it is the Midwayers, my dear friends, but in other
terms, why God himself did not release me from what always was a pending
death sentence. It is here, in these parts unknown to you, that there
are many who were aware at that time, as they are aware now, of the
potentials of what could have happened to the remainder of my life.
The task that needed to be performed had been performed by me.
For me, the work was done, and the normal things a normal woman did;
like getting married, keeping house, working the farm, and having children,
could not be. Tall trees that are not firmly rooted blow over in strong
winds. I was a heroine for being a mere tool, and I was a child, still,
in many ways.
For some, and we will not give any examples, there comes a situation
when very difficult forks in the roads are faced, much later in lives
full of experiences, and great changes occur in these lives, as a new
path is chosen that needs this great expertise, and a long life to walk
that lengthy path. There are those, like myself, who at a young age
as I was, have achieved what needed to be achieved, and the projected
potential does not herald well for spiritual growth.
Shall we ask if during the time that I lived my earth life, there
was more to be done, except for me to thrive on what had been achieved
and grow vain? Was it necessary for the project including myself to
come to an end? The universe, indeed, makes no mistakes. A job was done,
and it was time to leave.
There are those here, who can clearly project what would have
happened with my going on a downward trend, as an old head cannot be
placed on young shoulders. There are those on High who can work out
all details, to the greatest finesse, of all the alternatives, but martyr
for a cause was best.
It is best for some to get a warning and take the right fork
in the road. It is best for others to discover a dead-end road; an end
to the journey on a high note for the sake of others. The task was important,
as there was little patriotism left in France. Votes could be bought
with money, and there was much money spent on buying votes, favors,
titles, and allegiances. Of all things, important patriotism was brought
alive in my country, and the balance of power was restored.
I do trust, my dear friends, that in this short communication
I have answered your question of what if I had not been executed.
I add to this only, that my greatest worldly enemy, Monsieur Cauchon,
is one of my closest present-time friends. I thank you George. We are
well aware of you and your friends, your projects, your striving, and
your successes. May they continue. This is Jehanne.
George: Thank you dear Sister.
© 11:11 Progress Group.
The giving of self, the illumination
of truth, and the relief of suffering
are the noblest paths to higher consciousness." - Teacher Ophelius,
2009.
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