11.11 List 7

Idaho, US of A, December 14, 2001
Christ Michael
Subject: "Retaining A Sense of Normalcy." Received by Sandy Montee

Michael: "I am with you now, as I am with you at all times. Daughter, this is Michael."

"We who are in the Spirit World are looking down at Urantia and our hearts are greatly saddened. Many groups and nations are causing unrest and uprisings, and more and more different countries and cultures are advancing toward terrorism, anger, and fighting among themselves, and all this for the sole purpose of gaining power and control over others. This is a growing series of evil doings.

"Yet, many among the people of these nations are trying to persevere in the best way they know how. Countless of their citizens are afraid to leave their homes. These trends are ever more evident in the lands of Israel and Palestine.

"I have long questioned the innate creative ability and absolute willingness of both man and woman to manufacture weapons of all kinds to make use of in the fight with one another. Even so, many of these destitute people are already caught up in a fight for survival and for them it has now become to kill or be killed.

"Each of you alone must determine within yourself how you react to, and behave towards, other people on Urantia. This fight, this battle for supremacy is an instigated one. This now is a time to be protective of, and show your love towards, your circle of family and friends. This is a time to "hold it together" in the love of the Father.

"Try to retain a sense of normalcy, and aim to achieve that sense of peace within yourselves. Show and teach your brothers and sisters. Talk with God in your quest for freedom for all mankind on Urantia.

"Mother Spirit and I bless you, and hope you will receive the love and caregiving we send you. We hold you all in our arms, our minds, our hearts.

"The Father's will be done."

© 11:11 Progress Group

TeaM -- A losing battle? Not likely.

In recent weeks, the phenomenon of the Teaching Mission has come under fire again, and on more than one list. In some places, some quarters, and amongst some groups, there have been rather emotional responses -- positive and negative. We here at 11.11 Publishers are noting an interesting phenomenon.

Fully three quarters of those who post us privately are women, saying, "Thank you for submitting your work to our favorite list." -- words to that effect -- and these inquirers have been rewarded with additional material on many decades of frequent interaction with our Midwayer Friends.

Fractionally under one quarter of these email messages are from males, and, but for an "odd couple" of these posts, they denounce the work we do out of hand. Such strong conviction! And without any proof, logic, or reason whatever.

We have a choice. We can either presume our Sisters in Christ to be more intuitive (In touch with the Spirit of Truth), courageous, inquisitive, or… perhaps consider them to be gullible in the extreme? Uh, uh! They… are… not.

But there is no escaping or mistaking the fact that with the Brothers responses, the epinephrine (or testosterone) is flowing in copious amounts.

Few, however, seem to be aware of the fact that our Celestial Teachers have access to mortal recipients of their choice, by the latter's capacity to perceive, Thought Adjuster approval, and almost exclusively through the services of Midwayers. And just as the Urantia Papers were received from Divine Counselors, Melchizedeks, Mighty Messengers, etc., they were the Midwayers in the final analysis who delivered the total UB message to their mortal cousins.

But for Mantutia Melchizedek sponsoring Paper 120, the remainder of THE LIFE AND TEACHINGS OF JESUS was contributed directly by the Midwayer Commission. They were there when their Hero, the Master, trod this earth. They were the closest to Him -- the most knowledgeable about His life.

Traditionally, and in almost every instance, when a Celestial Being deems it necessary to communicate, they are the multi-lingual Secondary Midwayers who establish contact with their mortal associates. Midwayers are at the coalface of evolutionary life, and indispensable in the communication process.

Page 425 of the UPapers; The gap between the material and spiritual worlds is perfectly bridged by the serial association of mortal man, secondary midwayer, primary midwayer, morontia cherubim, mid-phase cherubim, and seraphim.

It has been going on for ages untold. Swedenborg worked with Midwayers, John Yepes, Whitman, William Blake, Emerson, Pascal, Descartes, Kierkegaarde, Spinoza, and the list goes on. Midwayers don't miss a beat. They are Opportunists who follow the orders of their all-seeing Seraphic Superiors.

So, why stop now?

The projected wholesale dissemination of the Urantia Papers, logically, gave these Midway Opportunists a chance to come to the fore, and spiritually uplift Urantia -- be more effective. Although it is clearly understood Part One, Two, and Three of the UPapers are sponsored by "more advanced" Celestials, they were the Midwayers who did the lion share of the work in translating the universal lingoes into English.

They are the "postmen and women" who are on their seemingly never-ending rounds to keep alive the Fifth Epochal Revelation, advice us of changes as they occur, and oblige each time in translating the languages of the universes into our concept-poor human vocabulary.

Nothing has changed about their modus operandi. Urantia's United Midwayers carry on with their tasks, but it takes a great deal of courage for a transmitter/receiver to open his/her mouth and let the Celestials' messages flow without knowing what the next word, sentence or paragraph might be. It takes no courage at all to dismiss the phenomenon out of hand, just a little fundamentalist fear of change, and lack of knowledge of our spiritual history.

© 11:11 Progress Group
"Sous la Sauvegarde de Michael tout est possible."

Relative Reality
(A Child's View of God, Heaven and Rabbits)

People ask me, "Why should you be picked to spend a lifetime working with Midwayers?" "Why not me?" Or even, "Why should I believe you?"
I don't have all the answers. Uh, uh!
The right kind of upbringing and a readiness to cooperate with others does not necessarily guarantee one will find oneself in association with our Midwayer Cousins on Urantia. But, perhaps, the right attitude might help.

Where is Heaven?

Our busy household in a semi-rural area, with lots of siblings, and a religious upbringing was all a small child could ever wish for. My environment was ideal, but mainly in the sense that both my parents devoted their lives to the welfare of their offspring -- indeed, to the wider community. There was an awesome work ethic that rubbed off on all the family.
The town and its environs counted less than three thousand souls. The inhabitants were rather equally divided between those who were Protestant, and those who were Catholic -- them and us. "Them" was the Heathens, obviously, and "Us" was the Catholic children of God, who would all go to Heaven some day.
Why Protestant folk would even bother to go to their church on Sundays was an ever-baffling mystery to me. Saint Peter would never let a Protestant through the Pearly Gates, and everybody already knew that, except the Protestants.
"Where is Heaven?" I asked my hard-working Mom.
"High up in the sky," she told me. "It's a big place where you can finally rest your weary bones and look at God."
I spent the rest of that afternoon atop a sand dune, searching the sky from north to south, east to west, but I spied no Heaven. It would probably look like another giant Gothic church, I imagined, but it would be quite heavy and need to rest solidly on a cloud. That could well be the reason why I couldn't see it from below.
But I believed it was there, because my mother said so, and kids all know that mothers tell no lies.
God, I imagined, would look just like our town's priest, only bigger. Much bigger, and not very handsome, just like our rather ugly priest.
It came as a shock to me to soon learn that us good Catholics would need to share our Heaven with the sinning Protestants. That was devastating news! And I made up my mind to slip out of that "Church in the Sky" when God wasn't looking my way. I would find something useful to do in God's back yard.
God would be furious with me for not sitting still in Heaven and looking at Him all the time, I knew. But I would quickly tell God what good work I had done, and God would forgive me. God might even be pleased with my efforts, since I would have been helping his Angels with their chores.

The "Bestest" Job of All

Everyone in our family had a daily task -- a chore of some kind, depending on age. When I stood tall enough, my job became the caring for our rabbits. One needed to be a little more than three feet tall to reach the rabbits' food trays and water dishes, and that was the height I had at last attained.
Caring for the rabbits was not a chore, but an outright pleasure, to touch, caress, and talk to these furry little guys. It was the "bestest" job of all, and I was even regularly praised for my work. Soon all rabbits had names, grew plump and round, and recognized the sound of my voice. Perhaps even understood what I was telling them each day. The entire rabbit tribe had become my very best friends; I was their caring leader.
What great trauma some few days before Christmas that year when I found most of their hutches empty. My father had decimated my beloved rabbit tribe, and only Molly, Judy and Henk were left alive.
I hated that big Frenchman for what he had done, refused to speak to him for days, and poured out all my tears in front of the three saddened survivors.

Does God Eat Rabbits?

The rabbit skins had all been cured and dried. Some had been turned into mittens or gloves. The Frenchman had eaten the last of his rabbit stew, and Henk the Buck had been successful once again, for both Judy and Molly looked very pregnant. Soon there would again be lots of little rabbits for me to care for.
"Does God eat rabbits?" I asked the Frenchman who was reading his daily newspaper.
Absentmindedly he looked up from his "Courant de Paris" and studied me with great interest. Finally he answered thoughtfully, "Mais, non!"
It seemed that God ate neither breakfast nor dinner, but somehow managed to stay healthy and alive forever -- an incredible achievement!
My mind was made up. I would go to Heaven for a time, slip out of there unseen, and leave the town's Catholics and sinner Protestants to sit there and look at God.
And I would tend to God's rabbits in His back yard. They would never be eaten or harmed.

Perhaps this is the only advice I can offer those who also want to work with Urantia's Midwayers; Look after His most vulnerable (human) creatures with care and concern, and the Midwayers may help you succeed.

© 11:11 Progress Group

Droit d'Auteur © George Mathieu Barnard 2001 -- Les Documents des Mille-Cent-et-Onze Esprits Gardiens du Domaine Séraphique

Idaho, US of A, January 6, 2002

Midwayer Kal

Subject: "Your Curriculum Vitae"

Received by George Barnard

George (reporting): "I've been in meditation for some fifteen minutes. And now, suddenly, there is a blue-green pinpoint of light in front of me. Strange…"

Kal: "That is your Pilot Light. And with IT you can light a fire and fan the flames.

"It is I, who together with many others surround you at this time. You are perceiving some of our kind, but you would be astounded if you could conceive of how many others are present. And again, in addition, I point out to you that it is utterly beyond your ability to comprehend -- to even imagine -- how many eyes and ears are watching and listening to this communication, instanter, and from distances undreamt of by you.

"I am Midwayer, Kal, and I'm a… dear friend of a dear friend of yours."

George (laughing): "You're having fun, Kalson. A pleasure to meet you, Brother."

Kal: "I am having fun, but I have also taken this opportunity to get linked up with the One who dares to carry the greatest amount of responsibility for spiritual progress on this planet (Kal appears to be talking of Machiventa Melchizedek).

"In your stillness this afternoon, something finally "clicked" with you. Earlier this afternoon you referred to an event in 1993 when, because of an advance warning you were given, you were saved from severe injury. You reminded yourself, and others, that immediately after that event, you decided to repay those who had assisted you by making it your freewill choice to "dump" all freewill prerogatives.

"But one of the aspects you discussed earlier this afternoon -- that of not having any secrets whatever from any of those who are here to assist you -- was not a part of that commitment at that eventful time. That is your commitment at this time?"

George: "Sure. That is my unreserved commitment. And I have, for some time already, been looking at what appears to be a thick, leather-bound book that has been handled and read by many. It will now be read and handled by many more?"

Kal: "Yes, that curriculum vitae can now be opened and read by all; those who choose to work with you; those who are chosen by you for you to work with them; and those who are ready to assist you and teach you. This will now make a major change to the configuration of Celestial Individuals that will be able to have contact with you.

"So far, access to the details of you as a potential spiritual being have been limited to but a few. Those in whom you have long had unconditional trust were always but a few. Now your present, past and future, can be read by many, and I thank you for freely allowing this to happen."

George: "OK. Fine."

Kal: "That is all. I am Kal."

Notes: It appears there is a limitation to the number of Celestials who are allowed to reach for the Akashic Records of anyone still residing on this planet. These records are in the safekeeping of your Destiny Guardians. As much as one needs to ask for a Celestial Teacher to be able to have one appointed, one needs to also agree to allow these personal-life details to be released by the Seraphim.

Obviously, closer knowledge of the mortal students will make Celestial Teachers better able to relate to their students.

God bless you and yours… George.