My Name is Yeshua

My name is Yeshua

Wow

I don’t have too terribly many words, because his message was simple to me.

“Love one another, as you love yourself, and the part that most don’t understand is the ‘as you love yourself ‘ part. YOU have the power within you to do as I did…but ‘the church’ …all of them…have bastardized and rearranged my words to control with fear, which is why so many of my teachings were hidden. You are beautiful….created in the image of God…you are not flawed…you did not come here to ‘fit in’…you came here to be the beautiful unique expression of you!!!

No one knows ‘the truth’ because each of you has your own. All rivers lead to the ocean.

My teachings have been hijacked for control.”

There was much more exchanged….but, for now I’ll keep it to myself.

The backstory:

I have been blessed many many times lately to have been able to visit the unified field. It’s always at random, although I suspect that there is a bit of a correlation with plant medicine.

The other night, however, it was different…I go to bed at a ridiculously early time, and usually wake up at one ish…cuz, I have a peanut bladder….

At 12 my eyes flew open and I was acutely aware of a presence in the room…and thanks to a situation that happened to me years ago when a spirit made his presence known and validated it for me, I was open to receive whatever message I knew was coming through.

I wasn’t really aware of being awake, but i really wasn’t sleeping.

My name is Yeshua.

I may or may not have asked for a sign.

Knowing me…I probably did.

You must paint me.

Oh Lord

Literally and figuratively.

I want you to paint me in your style.

My monkeys started dancing with delight…what colors should we use, should we, could we…Yada Yada yada.

He said

Breathe Paula

Ok…I want you to do what it is when you paint these days. I want your monkeys gone. I want you to connect to the divine within you.