By:Chris Molinari
My children, be still and hear my words. My heart is breaking; I am wounded and bleeding. It is time for you to come home from your travels away from me. We must be one again. There is none among you I love more than the other. Whatever your path, it is yours, for you have chosen it. If you are not happy, if you are not living in bliss, if abundance is not yours, it is your creation. You may choose again. You have only made an error. Choose again. You may have your dreams. Touch the stars, for they are my gift to you.
No matter what your elders have taught you, there is no separation among your two-legged brothers and sisters. You are one in spirit and soul. You are ALL my children. Your sky father has given you the gift of many beautiful colors and marvelous tongues, yet you were all birthed from my womb. It is time for you to meet and come together as the human family you were meant to be. Do this for the love and happiness you were created for. Open your eyes and your hearts, welcome your family, embrace them. Look into their eyes and see your future, for it can be your coming home time. Your peace is at hand. Share it together, reach out and touch your eternity.
Believe not the untruths that some among you are telling. Do not listen, for they are far from home. They believe they are separate, yet they are deceived. They do not know their thoughts and deeds do them harm. They are living in a sad place. They weep in their hearts, yet know not why. They will be alone for a time, then they will find their way.
There is a secret place, that which you call the Rainforest. Some among you are trying your best to destroy it. You must not do this. The secret place is close to my heart. It was your cradle. You must not awaken the sleeping ones. It is not time to bring forth what will cause only fear and destruction. A few of my children may go and find wonders to behold. They are the careful ones, who will use the knowledge and gifts that wait there. They will bring you miracles.
I have given you the majestic trees. These are my arms that reach the sky, and have shielded you from the sun and the elements. The feathered ones have soared above them, and found protection. My arms have been a home to the furry four-legs. I grieve, for my children have torn my limbs from me. I have given them gladly when you needed them, yet you have been greedy and taken too much. You must be wise in your harvesting, and plant new trees for generations yet to be.
My waters are my life’s blood. You are killing me with your savage poisons. Stop the ones who care only for their coin. They will mourn with you when my waters are no longer there to quench the great thirst. They will weep when my waters are brackish and foul. There is still time to save me. Find the way and you will rejoice.
The air that fills your lungs is my breath. Many among you have filled the aethers with putrid and harmful things. This too must stop. Take care or you may soon be wearing strange masks to cover the beautiful faces I love to gaze upon. Do not create this future for my yet unborn. Help me children, only YOU can save me.
Know who and what you are. You are cells, you are energy, you are matter. You are part of the ONE! There is only the ONE. You must work together to create only love between yourselves, for that is ALL you truly desire. Children, LOVE is who you are. When you embrace all else, you are not being YOU. Help the others find their way to my loving arms. I long to hold you close once more. Your Mother waits.
Chris Molinari
1995In 1995 I was living in California, and for three months had six guests
visiting from Australia. Needless to say, it got to be a little stressful
and one afternoon in June
I needed to unwind in a nice warm bath. I went into my bathroom, lit a scented
candle and put on the tape, "Chant," and got into my Jacuzzi bathtub.
Immediately I was meditating and relaxed, going into the deepest trance I
had ever experienced. All of a sudden, I started speaking out loud, and what
was coming out were the words I just sent. I came to the realization that
I should write it down, so I got out, dried off and dressed, and went to my
computer and attempted to access what I had tapped into. I wrote half of the,
"Message," and then someone came into my office and it stopped.
A few days later, I sat down again and the rest came through.
I guess you can say it was channelled.
It has been all over the world, and I was asked to read it to 300 people at
the First International Healing Seminar in Monterey, California in 1997 the
very day John Denver crashed his plane just miles from the Hotel I was staying
at.
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A little about me...I live in Corrales, NM now, I'm 55 years old, I have
an Internet Radio Talk show called, "Life Without Limits," at:
www.success-talk.com/molinari
I'm also a Minister with the Starlight Community Church in Sedona, Arizona,
and I have a marketing and Consulting business.
topgunteam1@comcast.net
