A Christmas Story by
Jeffrey
Morgan Foss
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This morning
on the 21st of December 2008, I found myself
swept
up in deep
sorrow and pain. Then suddenly it was as if a long sword
sliced
though my body at a slight angle from between my neck
and
right
shoulder down to the left side of my groin. It felt as if my
flesh was
carved away
from my spirit in one swift stroke. My body fell away
rapidly
graying and expired. For a brief moment, it seemed like
an
abhorrent
end to face.
But now I
could see more clearly. I found myself within a special
domed
house with a
huge open expanse inside. A stepped waterfall
spiraled
around a
central pinnacle of rock with stepped levels of
horticultural
gardens and
model sections of
prime arboriculture. Each falls
had a different
place on the
spiral so that the waterfall in its entirety did not fall in
straight line.
The bottom
of each falls were at the floors or levels in the dome. The
bottommost
levels had
beach, desert and tropical horticulture. The mid levels had
various
hardwood and
mixed forest scapes all nicely thinned and pruned. And
the
upper levels
had alpine terrain, spruce, fir, pine that I was on my way
to
see since
that is the choice dwelling of my spirit. The architecture
was similar
to the
natural design of the Grand Canyon. But this was so
refined,
so well
kept. It was/will be The Perfect Exemplary Interaction (and far
different from
traditional/archaic
commercial interaction).
At the
moment I recognized myself being in this place, I was
sitting
comfortably
on a smooth boulder filled with a happy and secure sense
of
well being
which was in absolute contrast to the emotional and physical
pain
I had
suffered moments before. There was no schedule to keep; no
clock
to watch so
to depart on time before new fees would be charged—
there were
no fees involved at all. In fact, this huge botanical dome
was just
a section of
an even larger house which happened to be my home.
Then my
consciousness expanded beyond the dome and I was
suddenly
inches from
the face of the home world head in my 1968 age ten event
who
had many
sensors woven into a skin tight cap that blended in with
his
dark gray
skin. I kissed his forehead and wished everyone (all Star
People
and Member
Worlds) a Merry Christmas. That kiss was then
literally
transmitted
to Everyone as purposed. It became a shower of
diamond
white light
flowing into to every soul from that point in
space-time.
So if you
were feeling down because of Christmas blues, tragedies,
war and loss
of loved ones, the world, illness, circumstances and
no-win
situations,
towering costs of living, bills, rejection, loneliness and
separation from
family and
friends, injury, broken dreams, injustice, abuse, poverty,
victimization,
robbery,
discrimination, hate, tyranny and harsh judgments from self and
others;
if you were
deeply hurting and then were suddenly overcome with peace and
calm:
Remember it
started with a kiss that rippled to the deepest, darkest corners of
the
universe and
time this Christmas.
-
JMF
"Jeffrey
Morgan Foss"
<[email protected]>
Please stick me in your stocking.
The worst thing that can happen is it will stretch and empty out
a
much bigger blessing than expected J
