2009.03.21
Channeling

Archangel Gabriel

Beloved, beloved ones!

(Singing) Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in,

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in.

I know I’m now in that number,

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in.

Oh, when the angels begin to play,

Oh, when the angels begin to play,

I know I’m now in that number,

Oh, when the angels begin to play.

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in,

I know I’m now in that number,

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in.

And when the angels begin to play,

And when the angels begin to play,

I’m know I’m now in that number,

Oh, when the angels begin to play.

And so it is!

Archangel Gabriel greets you all!

And what an honoured privilege! Even greater than the honour of being King of Angels, it is to come before you today; an honour given by the Cosmic Master who leads this group.

And you may wonder why Gabriel is here today. Humanity has taken very real steps, and now in the human collective light body has mingled the energies of the higher angelic realm. Your and ours is now one collective light body.

What is this light body that has been spoken off so much in these last few weeks? A light body is your logoic vehicle. It creates energy systems, networks within and around you. You speak of a vibrational shift; the vibrational shift is not in your physical skin and bones. It is the vibrational shift in this light body.

Let us give you an analogy of a car. You are in that car. The more oiled, well-maintained your car is, the smoother is your journey. Sometimes, your car is in an optimal state of health but your journey is rough, nevertheless, for the road is pitted and instead of sailing over that road, you are stuck in a horrific traffic jam, with other cars that may not be as well-tuned as yours and therefore, stall along the way, causing an even greater hurdle in your path.

From this analogy do you not conclude that for your journey to be smooth and effortless, not only should your car be well-tuned but also the road and the cars of all the others? For you might spend a large sum of money on buying the best car that is available and maintaining it and tuning it and oiling it. But of what use when your neighbor’s car, in front of you, has stalled? Ah! But here you have a choice: you can sit in your expensive, well-tuned car and curse or you can open the door and help that poor fellow, behind that wheel; help him to move his vehicle and give him a ride in yours. Or realizing that he has run out of petrol, give him half your tank, even if he doesn’t have the money to pay you for it.

This is the road of ascension. What you have created and what many of you will be continuing to create, in the weeks and months to come, will be that expensive well-tuned car. And yet, that light body, that brilliant light body will be ineffective if your neighbor’s light body is dull and dim. The choice is yours: to curse or to serve.

The road does not belong to you alone. A small, broken-down car has an equal right upon that road, as you do, Mr. Magnificent. Often you have traveled, and in your travels you have praised those countries, where the traffic flows without a halt, and you look around and you see that all the cars are expensive and all are well-tuned and all are well-maintained, and all the roads smooth and straight. Beloved angels, who is responsible for those cars and those roads? Don’t not jump and say: the government. You are the government. That road is pitted and that car has broken down because you have only considered your car, without stopping to think a little ahead, “Why am I spending so much on my car when I will reach my destination as slowly as the slowest car on that road?”

The road to ascension is traveled as slowly as the slowest car on the road. It is lit as brilliantly as the dimmest light upon that road. Work of course you must to keep your vehicle in an optimum state of health, but do not be short-sighted, and do not lose track of the fellow in front, the side and the back, for you will go nowhere without them; you will go nowhere without them. And you may curse, and you may rave, and you may rant, and you may blow that horn till you make everyone around you deaf, but you will still not move.

In the angelic realm, we do nothing alone. I come to you as Gabriel, the King of Angels, but this is only a nomenclature that a collective energy takes on. Gabriel is not one angel; it is the collective volume of archangels, set upon to serve the angelic realm, in the designation of a king, which has no ego or vanity attached to it, but is the term given to the service we give. No angels bow to us; we would be horrified if they did.

In the angelic realm we have one deficiency, which you have a treasure of: we have no thought. We do not have a mind; we cannot think. In fact, just as you use the word ‘love’ without genuinely being able to understand its full implication, we use the word ‘thought’ without really knowing what it means, for we have never experienced thought. We do not know what this mind is that you use. But we do know that it is because we have no mind that we are one.

You need a mind to see a difference. So you might consider, from what we have said, that your mind is your enemy, but it is not, for the angels strive to have some thought, just as you strive to have unconditional love. Yes, you do say: ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’ but we understand that had we chosen a mind for our energy stream… (you chose the mind; we did not; it was not given or it was not kept back. Your energy stream chose it, our energy stream did not choose it.)…. unconditional love, which is our energy stream, makes us recognize that had we chosen a mind, we would have had to necessarily choose to be alone.

We cannot! Our energies cannot exist in solitude. Just as your light dims when you are caught in the pain of separation, distinction, our light dims even as we speak of being alone. It is not even a state we can conceive and yet, we have our distinct energy streams upon which we flow for the purpose of our service, but these streams are streams of service; they are not streams of essence, like you have. So as soon as Gabriel, the collective archangels who serve in the manner of king, choose to flow along another energy stream of service, we will shift the energy stream that we will move along. And thus we have no distinct, isolated, unique energy stream. So we have no individual constant existence. The picture that your human mind has conjured up of angels, as one body with a wing with several feathers, is symbolic of a unit formed of a coming together of collective angels. We would not be without one wing.

And in that collective, we have expanded with you, for our light body has mingled and merged with yours. This is going to be an interesting mélange: mind and love, mingling and merging for the first time. Do not ask us what it will be; remember: we cannot think. It will be what mind and love together determine it to be. In this light body come together, not two distinct streams, for in a light body there is no distinction; it is just a brilliance, like a flash of light, in which you cannot see distinct rays. It is that which you can keep as a visualization of your light body, of our light body. Now in that flash of light are energies that know themselves as alone and energies that know themselves as all one. And there is only one L that separates you from us: love.

Today you have given the nod to 5 collectives, which are collectively called the ‘pentacle’. You have given the nod, not only for yourself, you have given the nod for humanity, for now you must go out and repair all the cars on this road and make them as magnificent as the one you drive. And now you must go and physically pick up every stone in the path of the cars ahead of you and not wait for the fellow ahead to do that.

We join as one: mind and love forevermore.

(Singing) And when the saints go marchin’ in

And when the saints go marchin’ in

I know I’m now in that number

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in.

And when you and I begin to play

And when you and I begin to play

I know I’m now in that number

Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in.

Joyous celebration!