Gratitude of the Scrolls. Part 6.

Date:   1/9/2008 4:46:43 PM ( 16 y ago)

2:30 PM
January 9, 08

It was around midnight when I arrived home.
I do not know where the time went.
I left the San Diego Natural History Museum
around 10:30. It only takes 20 minutes to get home.

On the table to the right on my bed,
I layed out the Rhimax Chemical Free paper Art
I had carried inside the Scroll room.
In my left pocket I took out the seven Job's Tear's seeds
and put them on the paper.

I also put my shofar there,
and the next day the small round rock
that had been on Pam's table all day.

The Novella speaks about the rock
that was thrown into the cave that discovered
the scrolls. It was an eight year old Beduin who threw
the rock. This was the Rock, the Rock that he threw.

Isn't the mind wonderful?
We an make up any story about life that we want
and empower our intentions!

Pam, co-author of the first Novela on the Dead Sea
Scrolls was in Agreement, this was the Rock.

During the first night, I received grand visions.

When I was at the Farmers' Market I quieted
the four kids in the my 68 VW Van in the closing twenty minutes.
I had Jutta, one of the mom's write out gratitude.
Then the kids filled in the letters with non-toxic crayons.

We drew on a sheet of Rhimax paper.

I had in mind that perhaps I would give this Gratitude Scroll
to the Museum. I wasn't sure who might want it.

I had carried it into the Museum with me among my things.
It was sitting against the wall near Pam's table.

I took the Scroll home with me, not wanting to leave
anything, not wanting to do anything outside the Rules.

That night, the Scrolls spoke to me.

They told me they were alive.
They told me they came to bring Love.
They told me they were a testament,
an affirming of what was in the Scrolls.

I wanted to make a Gratitude Scroll and give it to the Museum.
The Scrolls wanted to give me their Gratitude.

They told me that they were seeds.
They were hear to grow love.

They told me that the Seven Job's Tear seeds
I had taken out of my pocket. The ones the Security Guard
was concerned I would not lose, were now infused with
the energy of the Exhibit, with the energy of the Dead Sea Scrolls.

The Spirit behind the Scrolls was in Gratitude.
They were grateful that I, an Essene Minister.
had layed the paper on the Scribe's desk and gone away.
They liked that I was willing to just let it be.
They liked that I came back.
They liked that it was left alone in on the Scriptorium Desk,
so all the energies might Ingather.

The Ingathering was Essential.
It was the Essene thing to do.

2:45 PM
January 9, 2008


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