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North Yorkshire, UK, November 25, 2005.
Divine Self (Thought Adjuster).
Received by Helen Whitworth.
Thought Adjuster: “The red purse of the lawyer comes from the blood on his hands. The
green purse of the butcher comes from the healing in his heart.
“No profession, or way of life, can be judged for itself alone. The only thing worthy of consideration is the
good a man performs in the world. Healing is found in the least likely of places, from the oddest of persons. In
fact, healing may be found anywhere you choose to look, and may be carried in the words of a song on the radio,
a sentence in a newspaper article, or an overheard conversation in the post office.
“Be open to these pointers of grace in each moment, and realize through them the impact your every day life
may have on others. And seek to emulate the butcher, who holds his abundance in his heart and his compassion despite
the blood on his hands, over the lawyer who attends charity balls and speaks only violent words towards others in
order that he may swell his coffers.
“Or perhaps the lawyer you meet shall be carrying the green purse, and your butcher the red. And perhaps most
people’s purses carry a little of each?
“You must rid yourself for all time of these concepts of good and bad, dear one, for it holds you in duality
and the realms of suffering.
“Do you not know, truly, that there is no distinction? No golden rule of behaviour other than to do ‘Divine
Will’; to follow your own truth of heart, wherever that may take you, and to take responsibility for learning
to hear that truth, to find it, regardless of how willing you are to learn that lesson.
“Throw away all pre-conceptions, and instead only conceive that to which you are drawn each moment, each day,
and thus bring alive your own true soul in its myriad functions, details and splendor, and most wholly you.
“And then We can stand together in Union, and say to the world ‘I AM’.”
(H.W enters deep altered state)
TA: “What Are you, Helen?”
HW: “I am the leaf on a tree.”
TA: “Where go you, Helen?”
HW: “To the moon, on the stars.”
TA: “Why are you, Helen?”
HW: “To be, feel and explore.”
TA: “Where have you been, Helen?”
HW: “Through the soil of germinating seeds.”
TA: “How long have you taken, Helen?”
HW: “All of eternity, and one moment more.”
TA: “What do you fear, Helen?”
HW: “Nothing but the impossible.”
TA: “Why was your birth, Helen?”
HW: “To find myself in another way.”
TA: “How far have you come, Helen?”
HW: “All distance and none, a hair’s breadth to the heart.”
TA: “What awaits you, Helen?”
HW: “The flash of all, the darkness of none.”
TA: “What ails you, Helen?”
HW: “My ego.”
TA: “What joys you, Helen?”
HW: “You.”
TA: “Where are you, Helen?”
HW: “Locked in a small room, awaiting release.”
TA: “What keeps you there, Helen?”
HW: “Fear of turning the key.”
TA: “Why, Helen?”
HW: “Because I wish to remain in the womb, seeing the world only through a window.
Because I do not believe I am truly allowed to visit what I see outside.
Because I do not trust there is no monster awaiting me.
Because I do not wish to leave my friends behind.
Because I cannot let myself know that these are empty fears.
Because then I would be truly free.”
TA: “Who are you, Helen?”
HW: “I AM You.”
TA: “So let us take that key, throw it away, and jump out of the open window and be in that world. Together.”
© 11:11 Progress Group.
Toujours au Service de Michael.
11:11 Angels
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