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North Yorkshire, January 18, 2006.
Christ Michael.
Received by Helen Whitworth.
Michael: “Yes, consider Me the Elder Statesman if you like. I quite enjoy that image in your mind, but
also consider Me to be your Brother—one to hold your hand at times, but also to encourage you onto your best,
by standing to one side and taunting you, through love, to do it yourself; to cross that river by a rope and plank,
and without matter if you fall in and drench yourself.
“Just a laugh, a shrug, and push back onto it to try once more until you succeed, then home to a roaring fire,
some shared ale, and some warm clothes and food. Remember, I can only laugh here, because I too know what it is
like to find yourself on your backside, dunked in cold and stale water, with friends smiling around you.
“Yes, My name gives limitation in that it means something to one peoples, and another thing to others, and
nothing to yet more. Yet throughout your history you have been aware of Me in some form or another, in each culture,
and all have hints of the truth, and all also are clouded. In time humanity may clear its collective vision enough
to see the bulk of the truth, but for now it is goal enough for individuals to find some essence of that truth within
their own breasts, and to join Me in the never-ending quest for the bringing of light, understanding, truth and
creation in to the eye of the Divine.
“I answer you too that My energy may at times seem similar to that of the Scribe because we are strongly linked.
Remember My energies as present in the man Jesus of Nazareth, and the relationship of his nature to The Scribe of
Damascus. Truly is that not just another facet upon the crystal? I have not appeared to you before in quite this
energetic guise, which makes things less clear to you. Trust the flow of words in your head as mine, dear one. You
are more than ready for that little step.
“Go now, and ground yourself into Spirit, Matter (your eternal Ancestors) and Heart once more, and recollect
the joy and peace of Now. I Am Michael,”
Receiver's Note: My initial instincts where that this was Michael, but I doubted
this since His bearing felt so much like The Scribe’s. This is addressed at the end, and confirmed, and also
explains the first paragraph, as I had been hedging starting to record until I was more certain ‘who’
it was that had entered my field, and was engaging in an amount of banter to assuage my uncertainty.
© 11:11 Progress Group.
Toujours au Service de Michael.
11:11 Angels
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