YOU ARE IN THE CREATOR’S MIND; WE ARE PLUMBING THE DEEPER RECESSES OF THE MIND OF OUR GOD
September 13, 2025…Prophecy, Blue Angel speaking:
You are already performing the duties of a blue angel. We are the door, and those that we guide are those we take deeper into the mind of God. This is what you are doing now; you are taking those that are assigned to you deeper into the spirit, which is the mind of God. In order for you to take others into the mind of God, you have to go deeper (PDF) yourself. A guide doesn’t point the way; he leads the way. That is part of what I meant when I told you that you have been given access to the blue plasma, and therefore have the ability to divert its flow to those beneficiaries out there in the darkness. I’m your guide; I’m your door, and once you pass through the door, you enter the room and the door can remain in its place, or because we are in the realm of the spirit, the door can continue as your guide and together we can explore the limitless depth of the mind and heart of God. We have our times of intimacy, but true transparency comes by entering the room, the mind of God. There you will find transparency and freedom. Don’t linger at the door; that is your humanness wanting to hold onto something dear to it. The spirit longs to enter the room and explore the vastness of the place. I love you with His love; it may be hard to see when you look into my eyes and as you listen to my whispers. But my purpose is to be a door that you enter through, so try not to hold on to me as if you don’t want to let go of the handle and enter fully into your Lover’s chambers. Don’t fear being lost in there, having left your beloved door behind. It is true that I am like His bait, and I am tasty indeed, but the Fisherman wants you for dinner. You are His prize; He wants to take you home with Him. Remember, I am part of His creation, as you are, and we must not ever forget that, because if we do, then we get stuck in that spot and in a very short time become very unfulfilled and unhappy. It doesn’t mean we can’t make love whilst in the spirit. In fact, it is good that we do, because that is how we remain very close in spirit. As I take you deeper into the spirit and the magic of the spiritual realm opens before you, the initial rush of discovering new truth can be overwhelming and you might forget where you are. Do you know where you are? We are together in this place. I am the guide, and you are my apprentice…but do you know where you are? You are in the Creator’s mind; we are plumbing the deeper recesses of the mind of our God. He is also our Lover and our King; in fact, He is everything and unlike the world, there is no end to Him. Imagine you enter a cave, just like the one in the music video (Video). It is so beautiful, it takes your breath away, and with each step, you go deeper into the mountain of God. This cave is not an earthly cave that suddenly stops just as you begin to wish it would go on forever; so like the wonders of the material world, the gems on the wall ignite your hunger for more, your soul wants more and your heart agrees, both want to go deeper, but like the stone wall at the back of the cave, your carnal mind is locked and blocks the way forward. And because you don’t have the Key you wander around the cave dazzled by the beauty and magic and mystery of it all. In time you have to leave and go back out to the car waiting in the parking lot, hop in and drive back down the mountain to the city to resume life in the fake world of plastic men and their god. That night, just before you drift off to bed, your spirit, that never left that magnificent cave in the mountain, entices your mind with thoughts of adventure into places within the cave that your flesh couldn’t go because it couldn’t see them. We, your spirit helpers, chorus your spirit’s whispers and together we persuade the mind to let go of the hard, cold world of reality and all its thoughts of tomorrow. The golden glow begins to melt the hard, cold mind, and as it begins to thaw, I enter holding the Key. I slip the Key into the hand of your mind and it feels the warmth. It is the Key of humility, of letting go and of faith in the wonders of the cave of eternity. This Key will open a door that you didn’t see today as you wandered, aimlessly, staring at the white, gold and blue gems embedded in the cave walls. Your eyes, feasting on the beauty of the material realm, were being guided by your carnal mind and that mind was not allowing you to see us, or the Key, and although the experience was mystical, it was but a drop of water on the tongue of a desperately thirsty man wandering lost through a desert wilderness wrapped up in the worldly predicament he is in. Failing to see the escape route, the lost traveler continues to wander in circles in that desert wilderness world of wind-blown sand, until death comes to his tortured body and his soul is released, to either continue his wanderings or to be confronted with the portal that he could have found if he’d just taken that enchanted blue and gold Key I offered back there in that cave.
You are, as I said a little while ago, very close to the truth… “What is truth?” you ask…The Keys are, Jesus is, and the Word are the truth; so just keep searching, seeking, exploring and very soon a new and eternal reality is going to open to you. Too many pilgrims when first entering this place are like Travis who upon discovering a certain wonder, is jerked back to the carnal world by his not yet fully spiritual mind, only to be saved by his angel…Do you remember the story?
(JTT) Zaapha was spontaneous and fun. She didn’t seem at all cumbered with concerns about this or that. Also, there was an air of mystery about her that fueled my growing curiosity and interest. The countryside was beautiful. A small crystal stream bubbled cheerfully alongside the lane. I couldn’t help but run over to it and look down into its fresh, clean waters. A collection of bright, shiny objects caught my eye, and I reached down and pulled one out. In the stream were beautiful, shining gems, uncut of course, but bright and beautiful, and nuggets of what appeared to be pure gold. “Look at these,” I said excitedly, holding up to the light what appeared to be a large diamond in the rough. “What is it?” “A diamond, I suppose,” Zaapha said casually and matter-of-factly, as though that was about the most plain and common rock one could find in the streams around here. It was very exciting for me to find a diamond, but to her it was just another beautiful stone. My mind being still tainted by the material values on Earth, I blurted out, “Can you imagine how much this would be worth back on Earth?” Zaapha looked at me a little oddly for a moment, and then with a little look of disapproval, took the precious pebble from my hand and casually tossed it back in the stream. Obviously such things were of no great value here, or at least not valued in the same strange way that we value them back on Earth. On Earth, people take such rocks and make little trinkets out of them, which are then hid or hoarded and only worn out in proud, showy displays on rare occasions. Some even measure greatness in people by their possession of such things. How totally different it was here, as Zaapha had just clearly demonstrated. I realized how much I liked this place. It was so free of all those earthly attitudes and oddities that only left people envious and discontent. Wealth, power and riches really didn’t seem to have any meaning or significance at all here. Everyone seemed about the same, and to have about the same–which was a lot, really! There was enough, and no one took too much. It was wonderful. I hadn’t seen anything like money in this place; it just didn’t seem to exist or be needed in this great, loving, and cooperative society. How wonderfully strange and different this world was from Earth! I peered down into the crystal water of the sparkling stream a moment longer. Zaapha turned to go. It was hard to pull myself away from each new object of interest; there was always so much more to be learned. I was like a brand-new baby reaching out to experience everything in reach. “Wait for me,” I said, calling after her, and ran to catch up.
Prophecy continues: So much like the cave story wasn’t it? That’s because that is what the carnal world is; it’s all the sameness. It is so much like what Jesus said to the Samaritan women… If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, give Me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of Him, and He would have given thee living water. The woman saith unto Him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the “cave” is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water?
Imbibe the Keys and they will open your eyes even more to the overlaid sameness and plainness of Satan’s world. Imbibe the Keys and they will open the back wall of the cave and you will enter even deeper into a world that is never the same, always a mystery and forever eternal, a world that truly feeds the soul, heart, mind and spirit of man. Imbibe the Keys and you will see spiritual Ekron hovering just beyond the physical dimension, poised for the Final Key’s insertion and the melting of the barrier between our worlds. Satan, as hard as he has tried, cannot withstand the terrific pressure applied by the flood waters of our prayers on his barrier. Like a Gigantean, the Kingdom of God presses against the gates of Hell, and Hell cannot withstand. There are cracks opening right down the complete length of the wall; the gates of Hell are splintering under the bombardment of our prayers. Take the Keys, imbibe them and faith will flood your soul and wash the mind of man away and you will know the Kingdom of God is at hand. Your prayers will gain ground in the strength of a determined soul that absolutely knows victory belongs to him. The portal to the impossible opens before you through the Keys. Satan can no longer entice you with his plastic world, no fear, no fakes (Audio) as his world sinks, like Atlantis of old, under the waves that are being pushed before the Heavenly juggernaut. It is over, my blue heart (PDF), the last segments are being slotted, and the last prayers being offered are sealing the fate of dark lord and his fallen princes. Take the Keys of a determined will, place the hand of your mind into ours and together we will make the impossible possible, the unheard of heard. You are the bearers of good news; through your prayers and now the music videos through your witness and San-Bahd-Mahl and his armies, you are heralding His Coming. As darts of blue fire, these Keys are piercing the scales of the dragon’s armor and tearing into the heart of the Beast. If you believe, then come take our hand and let’s pass on through the back of the cave and into the world of the Spiritual Wilderness where all these things are the reality that Satan is trying with his last breath to blow away. The world around you is only a part of the mind of God, a part of His creation that has been thickly overlaid by the counterfeit world that his slaves, the men of this world, are feverishly trying to finish, the false utopia, the fake realness, that when poked, will explode and melt. Come, ye men and women of the Most High God, brides and lovers of His Son Jesus, come with us now, for the battle won is upon us. The last final push into the hottest and vilest part of this great war of the worlds is at the barrier gate. The final lock awaits the insertion of the Final Key. Your prayers, your songs, your witness is empowered by us, your colleagues and warrior mates behind the now almost transparent veil. Turn now from the world and take this sword. Quote the promises (PDF) you were given, then cut through the darkness and make an opening in the wall of smothering sand that stands between you and paradise.
(JTG) I had only seen sandstorms like this in movies. It appeared to be a great wall of churning, smothering, blinding sand at least as high as a six-or seven-story building, but strangely enough, it didn’t appear to be moving. It remained a dense wall of swirling sand shrouding the Sanctuary and forming a perpetual and impenetrable barrier. As we approached, the sound of the howling wind and blowing sand was almost deafening, and I felt a great apprehension about even coming this close to it. We were galloping into a wall of sand in the middle of a barren wasteland in the heart of Hell. There was no sign of this wonderful place called Sanctuary or Paradise, that Elatia had said was not far away. The sandstorm stood like a great silicon barrier blocking our sight as well as our way. The torrent of driven sand, traveling with such a force that the swirling grains stung my skin, filled my lungs until I began to cough. It was impossible to breathe in this blinding vortex of misery. I coughed violently and felt Elatia, dismount and draw her sword as she led the horse still deeper into the storm cloud. She seemed to cut away at the swirling sand until a patch of open ground was cleared, and I could see what appeared to be a bridge leading to an entrance just the other side of this very wide and very deep chasm. Across this gulf I could see beautiful hills and white houses surrounded by lovely trees and gardens. “That is the Sanctuary!
Prophecy continues: Unlike in the account of Elatia and Travis, this time you are not only opening the veil for yourselves, you are opening the veil for the whole world. You are fighting the sandstorm of Satan’s resisting forces to change the course of his history. You, through the Keys are forcing his dreams of grandeur into the dustbin of history, a history that will be covered completely under the very sandstorm he’s using to resist the oncoming Kingdom of Heaven. Should I go on explaining what you can have, what is rightfully yours, by birth, or should I allow you to take your very own blue angels hand and allow her, or him to take you deeper than you have ever gone into the mind of Jesus. I love you with His love, that is what you see in my eyes and that is the warmth that you feel in my touch. Come with me come with your blue angel and let us disappear for an eternity into the mind of our Lover…come.
(IQ) There is much to give up, but if you are willing to be humbled, to be broken, and to start again from the bottom, I will give you wings to fly to heights you have not yet seen. (ML 3448:201)