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Urantia Midwayers – Part 1. [no Part 2 received - Editor tmarchives]

 

(From the Desk of George Barnard.)

 

 

It has been about 41 years since I first became aware of "Spirit Entities" spending time in my home, my clinic, and my factory, even my car. I called them the "11:11 Spirit Guardians". They would awaken me at precisely 11:11 PM, or make me look at my watch or office clock right on 11:11 AM.

It has been about 41 years since I first became aware of "Spirit Entities" spending time in my home, my clinic, and my factory, even my car. I called them the "11:11 Spirit Guardians". They would awaken me at precisely 11:11 PM, or make me look at my watch or office clock right on 11:11 AM.

These are my ‘channeled’ instructions. Loyal Midwayer Chief, "Bzutu" (ABC-22) seated next to me. Primary Midwayer, Andrea and Celestial Artisan, Athena instructing him, and an Entity called, Damalia, responsible for our documentations and many others of this kind.

These are my ‘channeled’ instructions. Loyal Midwayer Chief, "Bzutu" (ABC-22) seated next to me. Primary Midwayer, Andrea and Celestial Artisan, Athena instructing him, and an Entity called, Damalia, responsible for our documentations and many others of this kind.

In a tailor’s shop, on a table of great length, a unique bolt of cloth is unrolled in its entirety. Never before in the history of this universe was there created a woven material of this design. And never again will there be another quite like it. No section of this fabric resembles another, yet its designs are blended and its colors complement each other, from dull to bright, to brilliant, to bright, to dull again, making all of its yardage a coherent whole.

In a tailor’s shop, on a table of great length, a unique bolt of cloth is unrolled in its entirety. Never before in the history of this universe was there created a woven material of this design. And never again will there be another quite like it. No section of this fabric resembles another, yet its designs are blended and its colors complement each other, from dull to bright, to brilliant, to bright, to dull again, making all of its yardage a coherent whole.

The amateur tailor is reluctant to put his scissors to the cloth and he knows he has taken on a great task indeed.

The amateur tailor is reluctant to put his scissors to the cloth and he knows he has taken on a great task indeed.

 

 

‘Am I the cloth?’ he asks, hopeful of an answer.

‘Am I the cloth?’ he asks, hopeful of an answer.

‘Don’t I know it,’ he sighs. ‘Pushed and pulled, you call it? Shoved around, is more like it. Bet you Guys all get a kick out of it.’

‘Don’t I know it,’ he sighs. ‘Pushed and pulled, you call it? Shoved around, is more like it. Bet you Guys all get a kick out of it.’

 

‘Stay sharp, George. Use that extra eye.’

‘Stay sharp, George. Use that extra eye.’