The Melchizedek Chronicles – Today we solve one of the Greatest Mysteries of our Lives – What do the One God, the Father Creator, and the Mystifying Sophia all share – perhaps the Holiest of Holy Trinities!

From our perspective as creations of the Creator, it would seem impossible to solve.  So, what about looking at it from the perspective of the Divine Beings or spirits, who are also creations like us but without our body and mind.  Divine Beings beyond the reaches of our physical existence.

Melchizedek seems to be a special Divine entity, because so little is known about him yet so much power is attributed to him in Heaven and on Earth.  When he talks about God, he never refers to him by that name.  He calls God the “Unknowable One” because all that exists is God, and only the Supreme Being, the “Unknowable One,” knows all.  As God’s creations we only know what the “Unknowable One” created us to know.

However, Melchizedek says the “Unknowable One” anticipated that humankind would try to attach a gender to the “Unknowable One” since we need to humanize our God to attempt comprehend him.

With our tendency to see things simply, in our limited world of definitions, and in recognition of the fact we would evolve first into a patriarchal society, we would be inclined to identify the “Unknowable One” our God, as a male.  Yet the “Unknowable One” is not just a male, but everything, to a degree we cannot even imagine.  Thus, we view it as God or the Father.

Haga Sophia Church, Istanbul, Turkey

In time, and when humans reached a point where they might spiritually evolve to a higher understanding, the truth would be made known to us.  That time is now.

All of Creation consists of polarity from the sub-atomic structure to the human mind to the choices of free will to morality.  Chief among these is the miracle of procreation, between woman and man, where their Oneness results in a new creation, a baby child.

There is a counterpart to God the Father, sort of a mirror reflection according to Melchizedek, the Goddess Sophia.

Sophia, yet another entity of the Divine World who is the mystery of all mysteries, along with the Father, are not creations of the “Unknowable One” but are both the Godhead so to speak.  It is as if they are mirror images of the “Unknowable One,” equal yet offering different aspects of the Creator.

Sophia is identified through sacred scripture, inspired thought, and cultural evolution in many, many ways.  She has been called the Goddess of Wisdom, Goddess of Heaven, Mother of the Stars, an aeon, Angel of Manifested Thought who created all things, Spirit of God, His mother, bride of Christ and much more.

In truth, she is all of those things and everything else because she, along with the Father, are the “Unknowable One!”  The “Unknowable One,” Sophia, and the Father are all One and the same, the holiest of all Trinities!

Melchizedek says Sophia is immortal as a Divine entity, beyond incarnating on Earth as a human, just as God and the Father.  However, she can connect to Earth through others when her presence is needed to bring about change.

This was achieved through the Magdalen (Mary Magdalen), also a Divine entity but allowed to be born to Earth just like Jesus.  A thousand years later it was also allowed through Hildegard von Bingen, the incredible mystic, nun, artist, teacher, doctor, theologian, composer, saint, etc., etc. of the twelfth century again as a wake-up call for humankind.

Sophia has returned again in spirit in this lifetime to bring back into balance the polarity between male and female, to show neither must be allowed to dominate but they must work in harmony, compassion, and love to help awaken all humans to the Oneness of the “Unknowable One.”

The Wisdom, Compassion, Love, Imagination and Truth of the “Unknowable One” can only be experienced when man and woman think, act, pray and govern as One.  There can be only One dominant force in creation, the Oneness of the “Unknowable One.”

As we embrace the Lent season and the miracles of God’s son Jesus, we should pray to Sophia, the Father, Jesus, the Mother Mary, and the Magdalen to enlighten us to the Divine Will of the “Unknowable One,” our Creator.

Story of Naomi Shihab Nye, the Arab Girl - found on the Internet

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berlin-artparasites

November 18 at 8:00pm

Frank Somerville KTVU with Amit Choudhary.

November 20 at 3:21pm

  

I found this story to be fascinating.
It’s about what happened at an airline gate.
And it’s a reminder that even though we’re all different.
We're really all the same.
We’re all human.

It’s very easy to stereotype someone.
Based on how they are dressed.
How they talk.
Or how they look,
We’ve all done it.
(I know I sure have even though I hate to admit it)

But if you take a moment to move beyond that, it’s amazing what can happen.

Here is a slightly condensed version of the story told by a woman named Naomi Shihab Nye:

Photo by Manon Clavelier

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.

An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.

Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem?

 
We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.

Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew she stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.

She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.

We called her son and I spoke with him in English.

I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. 

The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And (then) I looked around that gate and thought,
this is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

‪#‎BedtimeStory

After reading this story I looked at some of the comments.
And they were just as good.

Here’s one of them:

"I remember, my husband and I were traveling by train from Spain to France, and the train stopped for hours in the mountain.
As the time passed, we fretted that our hotel wouldn't keep our room as our cell phone wasn't connecting, and we spoke little French.

The lady behind us used her own phone to call our hotel. 
Then everyone in the train car began sharing their food. 
One couple had wine, another grapes and fruit.
We had cheese and bread and olives.

Everyone shared a bit of what they had, and we all had a picnic. 
No one worried about language, or culture. 
We were people, stuck on a train. 
The world can be a place of hope, if we let it."

Another person said:
"This world would be perfect if we let go of fears and judgement.
And I refuse to give up on humanity because I know people like these exists."

And finally there was this person:
"This is really all it takes for peace; to sit down and break bread with your "enemy", to laugh together, look each other in the eye and simply acknowlege- we are all sons, daughters, brothers, sisters and we all bleed the same blood."

I couldn’t have said it any better myself.
And if you've ever had an experience like this please feel free to share it.

Here is a link to the original story:

https://www.facebook.com/berlinartparasites/photos/a.241035489279718.52064.199504240099510/903762776340316/?type=3&fref=nf

‪#‎WereAllPiecesOfTheSamePuzzle · 

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Trapped in Alice's Wonderland - the new Reality in America - or is it? Are the Charleston SC Murders a Turning Point in American Race Relations?

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In case you did not notice, I did little writing the past couple of weeks.  Fact is, I was so in awe of the developments in the world I began wondering if I had left reality and was stuck in Alice's Wonderland, where I prefer to be.

At least in Alice's world she admits nothing is as it seems.  Thus, my dilemma occurred when a whole bunch of good things started happening just as most prognosticators were predicting bad things.  Because of our negative conditioning to hearing bad or tragic news, we now put on a frown before turning in the evening newscast.

Can you believe it was not even a month ago that a young man joined a Bible Study group at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston, South Carolina. He was White and they were all African American.

An hour later the visitor stood up, pulled a gun, and executed nine members of the Parish including their beloved Senior Pastor and State Senator, Clementa C. Pickney.  When they caught the shooter the next day, they found a Confederate Battle flag license plate holder on his car, and a Facebook photo of him with a full size Confederate Battle flag spewing messages of hate.

Like most of the recent cases of mass killings, the shooter was also on prescription drugs for depression and the usual suspects.  Simply put, he was out of his mind, which is a known side effect from these same prescription drugs.  Makes you wonder why the drug prescriptions are not part of the investigation.

As recent as 2012 we set a record for the most mass killings in one year, but this year was different.  Several cities including St. Louis and Baltimore experienced serious rioting not seen since the late 1960's caused by police shooting African Americans.

Those psychics, channelers, and prophets who predicted we were entering a period of chaos, sort of a last warning that the Earth was ready to shift to a higher dimension or energy frequency, well they seemed to be on the mark.

Everyone from politicians to preachers, pastors to predators seemed to be going crazy simultaneously and it was a bit disconcerting if you were inclined to be open to the psychic hot lines.  A proliferation of propaganda flooded the Internet and overwhelmed the minds of those seeking truth or perfection.

Competition grew into hatred and madness erupted into murder.  People stopped respecting the right of others to disagree.  If I had been a journalist back in the Dark Ages, it would have been great preparation for what we just experienced, which came to a climax that dreaded evening of June 17.

At the same time, politicians were already spewing their own brand of hatred at each other.  Every night I would just shake my head hearing how the stated goal of most politicians was to destroy the credibility of opposing politicians.  President Obama, who often was more of a lightning rod than a healer, did not set a particularly healthy brand of leadership.

At that time when the lid was about to blow off the volcano of evil poisoning the Earth, something quite extraordinary, some described it as miraculous, overwhelmed our battle hardened media and shook the foundations of humanity.

The families of the nine victims faced the killer of their family members, and demonstrated that humanity is not all lost, as they delivered their human acts of kindness forgiving the very man who killed their loved ones barely 48 hours earlier.

Standing face-to-face through video networking with the killer, their compassion shocked the world with its message of forgiveness, of enlightenment, and a degree of grace seldom seen in the modern world.

For once in recent news media reporting the news focus was on the demonstration of grace, not the hatred and violence that motivated the murders.  Once again I say when we listen to the people, really hear them out, they demonstrate far greater wisdom than those we empower to represent them.

A band of South Carolina families brought together through grief gave us a glimpse of what a world of compassion, respect, equality, and opportunity should be.

Such an irony that the first state to secede from the Union and bring about the Civil War, and the state where the first fighting of the Civil War took place, would now be the first state to demonstrate what is missing from society and government today, GRACE.

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