To Give YOU a Future and a Hope.

I was given an unlikely vision once.  This vision changed my present.  And my future.  After thirty years of rarely playing the piano, I had come into the time, the opportunity, and a beautiful baby grand piano upon which to play.  Not only that, but my life had joined with Dave, and he, with his accomplished fingers and repertoire, created motivation for me to practice and regain my hidden former abilities on the piano.  However, my vision came unannounced and caught me unprepared. 

It happened this way:

A neighbor had given Krystal and I tickets to hear a piano concert.  I was grateful for this proffered opportunity to give enthusiasm to Krystal’s newly awakened opportunity to make music on the piano. I had just started regularly teaching her how to play. The celebrity pianist hailed from Russia and over the course of the evening shared little snippets of not only the music and composers she would be highlighting, but her own life as well.  She disclosed that she had grown up in a home where she had, as just a matter of fact part of her life, been compelled to practice five hours each day, beginning at five years of age.  Perhaps it was the hours spent practicing, but I believe that it was something far more, that transformed her playing into magic to my ears.  And to my soul.

During her recital of many timeless songs, I sat transfixed.  In awe, I was transformed into a goo-goo-gah-gah limp rag, totally lulled and moved by the elegance with which she gifted me, both mind, spirit and body.  I had rarely sat so bound and gagged physically, yet she bewitchingly cast a spell over my spirit, propelling me to new levels of hope for my own future musical growth.

Within previously familiar songs, conversations and emotions came to life.  I heard stories.  I felt sensations.  I was moved to both tears and chuckles.  I felt nuances and depths that I’d previously been unaware of.  Stunned, I viewed this former stranger as a Goddess.  Literally!  One who had exchanged her eternity to prepare for that one magical evening’s conjuration.  It worked upon me.  And because of that one experience, my life has been transformed.  I realized, and vowed that night, that if I committed to even five minutes each day of determined “practice”, that at some point within my own eternity, I would be able to create a similar experience for others.  I would be able to achieve intimate communion with the instrument that would continue to move not just myself but any listeners.  This I knew I could do.  This I would do.

Though I hope to be able to someday offer divine strains of bewitching music to move and elevate your soul, Dear Reader, it is through the transferred vibrations of thought and feeling while utilizing my present medium of *words* that I diligently apply myself for you.  My writings, and the messages they contain, represent my life’s “magnum opus”.  This present sonata contains my discovery of my Self and my inherent gifts wrapped up and packaged with words for YOU.  My intention is to use letters and symbols and break the rampant spell of blindness and complacency, giving you a hope, a true hope, to compel you on to your allotted journey’s end with its reward.  It is my deepest desire that my life will increase YOUR vision, giving you a heightened perspective from which to consider those formerly unknown or under-appreciated hints that lay scattered freely, awaiting their discovery.  For You. 

Like a playful young child who has discovered mother’s discarded knitting needle, as part of my path, I must, I WILL, go around and pop each of your illusory bubbles.  Without apology, I offer instead of those dashed dreams and false understandings, the revelation of the actual meaning of each symbol, an increased knowing.  One that will, if allowed, propel YOU into further hope for a life of enhanced health, joy and, even (yes, I truly and literally mean what you are about to read)… immortality.

So there.  I have now spoiled the punch line for you.  But, together we can give a hearty laugh.  The joke has been on each of us.  We have believed we have been participating in a global “tragedy” of a cosmic “reality” show known as “As the World Turns”.  Our true hope has been mutilated and transformed into despair, but this despair has masqueraded as reality.  People have hidden their jewels, their passion, their souls.  Yet it turns out that we each have the power lying dormant within us to transform our united show into a grand and tenderly empowering drama of unification and joy.

Because my own personal drama cannot reach its conclusion until you and each of you catch the vision and transform your own lives, I will not cease my efforts until you do.  Then, I will have succeeded.  Then my joy will be full.  THIS is MY *HOPE*.

Therefore…

My Purpose: 

TO INSPIRE HOPE!

But, in order to in-spire a true and living hope, I must first expose the myriad counterfeit hopes bought into and rampant today.  Those that result in death.  Death to the spirit.  Eventual death to the body.

 By organizing and clarifying the “hidden hints”, I will RALLY HUMANITY IN FOCUSED ACTION TO BRING FORTH WHOLENESS, JOY, and PARADISIACAL LIVING!

I will continue using as my template the proffered and in-spired and life-giving words of Christ.  To give you a future.  And a hope.

 Although intended to sweep the entire earth, blessing everyone, my primary targets are the sleeping members of the LDS Church and those—also still asleep—who have moved beyond any organized religion and yet still are unaware of the current traps they are in.  Actually, I desire to appeal to ANY AND ALL who are ready… to awake and arise.  Nevertheless, whoever finds their way to the elucidation of these principles has been forewarned.  That must include even you!

I love you, dear Reader.  Read on!

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The well-known fable ‘The King’s Highway’ has inspired readers for generations.  In this allegorical story, a king must choose an heir to the throne. The king announces that whoever best travels his highway to the castle will be crowned the new king. But a pile of rubble on the king’s highway is blocking passage. Watching the splendid parade of wealthy travelers, a shepherd boy named Michael decides to help and clear a path big enough for all the travelers to pass. In so doing, he uncovers an object that will make him the new ruler of the land.

"I am sorry it is so late, Your Highness," whispered Michael, his voice trembling. "I found this while traveling. No one was left to return it so I have come." Then carefully unwrapping his bundle, he revealed the king’s ring for all to see.

Taking the ring in his hand, the wise king looked first at it, then at Michael. "That ring is not mine," he said.

"But it must be yours, Your Majesty," said the boy. "It bears your crest."

"Yes, it does bear the crest of royalty," said the king. "But the ring now belongs to you. I proclaimed that he who best traveled the highway would become the new king. By clearing the road so that all could travel, you showed that it is not fine clothing, fancy horses, or even great wealth that makes a king. It is by serving others that one becomes great."

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AYE, A DIGGER BE *I*!

All of my life I have sought truth.  My autobiography shares the nuances and details, but, suffice it to say, I have labored diligently to uncover the treasures hidden beneath the rubble as I have traveled my own life’s journey.  I wanted truth!  The “Pearl of Great Price”.  Yet, unknowing that I already contained it within my own soul, I often looked to others.  Again, my personal story shares the details.

When I discovered “The Sealed Portion of the Book of Mormon” on Christmas Eve of 2004 and spoke with the translator, Christopher Nemelka, I immediately placed him above me in my mind.  He soon began emailing and calling me, always careful to protect my agency and preserve my blindness, while giving me hints along the way.  I was to learn that my personal blindness was not because I did not have spiritual eyes, or that those eyes did not work perfectly, but My personal blindness was because I doubted their ability.  I lacked confidence in the sight and understanding they provided.  Thus, I looked to him to see for me.

Yet, Chris gave me hints as I was ready.  Often these hints came wrapped in what appeared as vile rebukes and dismissives.  I soon began to see those rebukes as beautiful opportunities to glean what he was not permitted to openly disclose to me.  I finally accepted in September of 2006 that my leaving Him (the “true messenger”) was requisite for me to find ME—my True Self!  And, finding ME, I would discover who I AM, “the mysteries of God”, my gifts, my proper role, and my future.  THIS was his message!  Listen to NO ONE outside myself as I already KNEW how and continually practiced hearing the ONE within me!  Oh, what an amazing journey it has been as I have been traveling “the King’s highway” in earnest seeking to know who I am.

What follows is a portion of an exchange of emails between us where he initially tries to get me to know that I do not need him… never have.

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(me:)

January 10, 2005

“Hi, Friend,

(Or is that too casual a greeting for a prophet???  J  ) …”

(Chris:)

January 12, 2005

“Dearest Kimberly,

I am nothing but a friend, brother and servant to YOU.  I cannot be a prophet to you, for a prophet is sent to condemn the false doctrine, pride and wickedness of men and women who have forgotten the Father and who have been misled by others.

YOU do not need a prophet, my dear friend.  J …”

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Because my nature is to SERVE OTHERS, I have continually attempted during my life to elevate one and all above myself.  It has taken me these many years of profound life experiences to… FINALLY… accept the totality of the gift of WHO I AM and present it through these offerings TO YOU, Dear Reader, for the hopeful good of all.

Although the message is so simple, society and conditioning scream so loud that it is hard for most to hear the profoundly still voice within.  I will continue to do my best as an instrument for *The Powers That Be* to amplify their messages so that YOU can hear, understand, receive a True Hope, and proceed into Your proper future.  As a fully clarified, empowered, wisdom-wielding “prophet”.  Who You Truly Are.

Vastly understood and twisted by organized religion are the three tools titled:  “Faith”, “Hope” and “Charity”.  The Sermon on the Mount reveals the true nature of each of these.  Indeed, the entire message of “Christ” is how to understand and apply these tools to one’s life.  Instead of understanding the message, however, OR EVEN “the MESSENGER” (!) people have continued groping their way through the wilderness blindly.

Depression has set in.  Mankind has become, as a global whole, aimless.  Lukewarm.  Continually dousing their own and others’ pure desires and hopes.  Adulterating their beauty while doing the same unknowingly to others.  I, myself, as I acknowledged in a recent post, struggled for many years with a sense of futility, even causing me at times to believe I would be of more use to mankind outside of this body.  I have seen many catch a partial vision offered through the *Marvelous Work and a Wonder*, leave “the world” (“Babylon”, organized religions, relationships that no longer served them, stuff, trappings of the material world, etc.) and enter with the messenger into the wilderness where they continue going round and round in circles, looking, now, to OTHER “stuff”… alcohol, sex, him, etc. to appease their own sense of insufficient hope.

Yet, there IS a Future awaiting each one of us!  A beautiful, JOY-filled future!  Back in “the Garden”.  As a Zion society.  It is My gift to beacon and call those wandering in the desert to enter therein.  With their True Selves.  And me.  Jeremiah 29:11:  “For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord.  Plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”

HOPE is the intrinsic measure of our humanity, or better, that which we FEEL can be possible in spite of the improbabilities that SEEM to be part of our PRESENT experience.

It is my great privilege and portion of “the work” to find the ones who haven’t given up.  My “pearl” is assisting each to gain a pure and unadulterated hope.  A “Hope in Christ”.  Digging into the pile of rubble in the King’s Highway until they each find their treasures and realize that their greatest joy is offering them to the rest of struggling humanity. 

As “Moses” and “Jesus”:  “Would to God that ALL MEN were prophets!”  But… until each has climbed and become settled upon their spiritual mountain, they require a prophet, a true messenger, a TRUE messenger.  However, at the top, we will each become the divine and holy being that we are. 

As I have been digging for so many years, I have a huge stock-pile of treasures to share.  Only as I do share and to the degree that I make it a priority to share (now that I am finally and completely “settled” myself on the top of my own spiritual mountain), will I claim the reward promised from correctly utilizing “faith, hope and charity”.

Let the “laborer in Zion” labor FOR Zion!  And Blessed are they who shall seek to bring forth My Zion at that day, for they shall have the gift and the power of the Holy Ghost.  (1 Nephi 13:37)

To be continued…  J