The Scattered People

I heard the voices of the scattered people of Israel. In a dream by night I was taken
to see the scattered people of the world, in every land of every tongue, a
holy people were living amongst the world. Here is the mystery! They were not
corrupted or changed!

I saw the islands and continents of the sea that held the peculiar people. They wanted
to come home, but they were in bondage. They wanted to meet the others but obligations
held them like a chain. They cried to the lord in one unison to be set free from the
bondage of slavery. And the lord said, a little while.

The mystery was great, I asked the angel, show me the mystery of the saints!
I was taken up on a hill. Ethiopia? From whence the people came and now are
gone into all the world. The angel said, "Listen and pay attention, the people are 
in good hands, and everyone that see them shall be saved"!

I was not satisfied with the answer. The angel said, "come now and see what the lord
will do". I was taken to another hill. I saw many people of many places of many
tribes and tongues and cultures. I saw rich countries. The people lived in plenty and
 luxuriously.I saw poor the poor nations too. I did not understand.  The angel said, 
"look at the dividing of dividings! The people are not lost! They are in bondage."

The angel said "listen and take note. The choosen of God are few.
Here is the curse of Israel- they keep the law to be seen as holy
admiring men's praises and praising in their own glory the wealth
taken from the people,- spirit unto spirit of life. Causing men,s worship for gain.
God will remove the burden of the bondage in every toungue, nation and sea.
The people that run,  will run no more, the people  that thirst, will thirst no more, 
The people they say are not the people but of the world and fit for hell will 
become my people before the people who say they are the people" 
 I was weary at the mystery. I said to the angel, No, Impossible. 
He said, "young man, you have much to learn, dont be naive.  Gold is molded
with fire, not everything that shines is genuine. Learn of truth, let no
man rule thee". Do not sell what is precious, be strong for the lord
and he will bless thee. The world is Gods,and everything in it.

He said, with God all things are possible! Be careful of the congregation
of saints! The people that dont look will find, the prostitutes and harlots will repent.
A worldly people will become my people and a zealous people will turn from me.
Here lies the mystery of times.
Here is the mystery of the serpent, dividing of dividings. He divides the people
from the true and living God. The accuser of the brethren.

I went to the ground and praised the lord, but
I was mourning for the people of Israel, that they may repent and see the truth. I was
depressed for days and days. On the last day of my sickness, the angel returned.
The angel shaked me up and said, be strong young man! Now add it up. The wheat 
and chaff will no longer live together. Now is the time for faith.
The angel comforted me. He said, dont say you are the people, instead say you
are not the people.Continue to study the mystery of Salvation, until the last day
He said, Listen now, Dont go to the people who say they are the people
 go to those who are not called the people, go to the world,
and do not return until they see you.Be not divided, be free! Go your way now,
 for the Lord has found you worthy.

 I sought help for my disturbance but I was told I was more than normal.
I was told by the attending Doctor I am very youthful and glowing in appearance,
I am healthy and nothing so much as a virus is wrong with me. Yet I never told him the dream!
Still I was worried for my health and state of mind I asked the lord why me,
why am I so different in my thoughts.
From that day on my strength increased, my outlook was bright. My hearing improved.
My memory was greatened more than before, I felt a heightened spirit of wellbeing and joy.
 Things were looking up. Though I had to cover my eyes. Everything I saw was deepened
This was the begining.

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