GOD SAID.:
PUT DOWN YOUR SWORTS..
PEACE IS IN MY HEART,AND PEACE
SHALL PREVAIL.
" 1st Corinthians 15:50-55) ".
" 51 Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
52 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
53 For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
54 So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" (1st Corinthians 15:50-55) ".
" Is it not delusion that war can bring peace? War does not leave peace in its wake. It leaves disaster. A truce is not peace. It is a pause in battle ."
God said:
PUT DOWN YOUR SWORTS.
Into your heart I blow life. I never stopped. I inhaled once, and now with full cheeks, I exhale. I breathed life into everything, and so I continue. This is effortless. I took one breath so deep, I am still exhaling. My breath is creating still. And what a panorama!
Think of the pictures My breath blew into existence. Think of what is yet unfolding.
My breath created your mind to manifest all the stories a mind can manifest. There have been billions, and there are billions more issuing from My one breath, running across your mind.
Surely I breathe peace. Surely I hold up My hand in peace. My breath is not intermittent. It is steady. Peace befalls now.
Anchor your mind in peace. Peace is easy. It is a platform of love.
The mind disguising dishonor to make it look honorable. The mind plays a hoax on itself. You may wonder how war can arise from a platform of peace. There is no other platform for it to arise from, beloveds.
Is it not delusion that war can bring peace? War does not leave peace in its wake. It leaves disaster. A truce is not peace. It is a pause in battle. For a while, it allows everyone to go home and till his own field. Continue to mind your own business unless you are in the business of love, for then you will love everywhere, and no war will flame.
