My dear ones, I am Sananda, and I come to you
this morning with a pipe of peace and a blanket to cover
the woes of the day. This is a time when all of you are
in a state of loving action and a time for bringing all
the people of the world together in a binding resolution
of hope and joy forevermore.
you see the clouds of doom hang in low and seem to
obliterate everything, that is when the light is at
itís brightest, and when the clouds are closest to
bursting forth and exposing the secrets to the light of
day. They can run and hide as so many field mice when
the fox is out of the den, however they cannot hide from
the truth of what their dealings have been. The time for
revelation is nigh, and now is the time for celebration.
once was a time when there were two dogs and a goat who
resided on a small farm. These beautiful animals loved
each other, and swore in their own special way to come
to an understanding for always of how they would relate
to each other. This was a sharing of energies of love
and respect for one anotherís ways of doing things and
day one of the dogs, whom I will call Jake, took it upon
himself to bring a new element into this mix. He stood
just outside the gate and whispered to a rabbit that if
he were to come inside and join them, they would have a
party. He told this rabbit of the millions of carrots
that grew in the garden and of the thousands of heads of
lettuce that trailed the edges of the rows of carrots.
It was all right there for him, all he need do is come
inside and he would be set for life.
this rabbit was much tempted. He loved the taste of
fresh, sweet carrots straight from the rich dark earth.
And when he mixed that taste with the mild yet sweet
taste of the lettuceÖwell, he was in heaven. The
temptation was too great, even though he knew he was
walking into a possible danger zone. So he timidly
entered the yard, and eased himself round the gate and
into the garden. He looked all around and then he
spotted the other dog. This dog was much bigger than
Jake, and he became very frightened. What if this dog
saw him and tried to devour him, as he wanted to do with
the treats from the garden? Oh no, and now he saw the
goat, and the goat saw him. They stood peering at each
other; the goat seemed to be daring him to move. My
goodness, what am I to do?
then the dog began to wag his tail. He must have seen
him, thought the rabbit, for he was looking forward to
accompanying the goat in his next meal. This was not
good! Then Jake came around the corner and saw what was
about to take place. He stopped his friends and
announced, ďThis is my guest. I have invited him to
dine of the garden and to make himself at home. There is
no room here for your shenanigans, and if you will just
make friends with my guest, then we can get along just
fine. There is no difference in him over us, anyway,
when it comes right down to it. We are all creatures of
the land, and we all know what it is like to scour and
beg for our way. Remember how it was when you were other
dogs and another goat? Remember that you once were
skinny and hungry and mangy, without any idea where you
next morsel of food would come from?
companions werenít sure what their friend was doing.
This wasnít like him; it must be a trick. So they
stood back with grins on their faces and waited to see
how this would unfold. The rabbit carefully went into
the garden and sniffed the first green tassel of leaves
that hid the delectable orange root that awaited his
enjoyment. He nibbled a bit at the tender green, and
then he ate it all the way down to the top of the soil.
Wait, how am I going to get to the root, now that I in
my nervousness have eaten even the part I would pull the
root out with?
worked at it, and tried with his mouth to get the root
loose and then he would be able to bring it forth. Alas,
he had worried the leaves too much and driven the root
even deeper into the soil. Darn, I have to do better
than this if I am to be able to get to the delectable
carrot. So he ate the green leaves of another, this time
being careful to leave something to hold onto. This time
he was able to pull the root out swiftly and surely.
There it was, ready for his feast! This is going to be
good; I havenít had a meal like this in so long!
rabbit had gotten so immersed in his feast that he
didnít see or hear that there was something terribly
wrong going on right behind him. Suddenly a shot fired,
and another. He whirled to look, and another shot echoed
by him, too close for comfort. The farmer; he must have
been alerted by one of the animals! Oh, why did I trust
them; why did I not let my own instincts take care of
me? The rabbit darted out of harmís way and was gone
through the garden as quickly as his feet could carry
him. He found a space in the fence where he could escape
and soon he was in the field of tall grass and on his
way home to safely. The only thing he had been able to
gain from the whole episode was a few green leaves and a
taste that still teased his senses.
did he allow Jake to lure him in? Why did he let the
others tantalize him and let him think that he was
safely within their care? He loved those animals,
because he knew that they were really like him, in a
deeper sense of the word. Why did he listen to the old
memories instead of paying attention to todayís
message? Was there some way that he could have handled
he asked himself another question. Why is it that he was
safe now, and out of reach of the farmerís bullets?
Why did the aim of the farmer not find its mark? This
was truly a miracle, and now he knew why all that had
taken place. This was a story for him to bring the
reality of today into perspective, as far as yesterday
was concerned. Why would he rely on yesterdayís
knowledge of things that happen to lead him in todayís
decisions? This was not to his advantage, unless it was
to show him something. What was it that he was being
shown? Was it that there is really no difference in
today than tomorrow, or was it that each new day is unto
its own and not to be treated as yesterday?
I think that it is! I think that is the subject for
today. I must go out and really see what the day is like
now. I must act on what that is, and never mind the past
except to see how it taught me about today. Yes, I think
that is what that was all about! The rabbit was excited,
he knew that even though he had remembered who he was
before, and who the dogs and the goat where at one time,
that was before, and they didnít remember. So, that is
how you can get yourself into trouble unless everyone
wait; isnít it true that to some degree everyone
remembers? Isnít it true that when we act on what we
remember others may remember too, from the reminder?
H-m-m-m-m, I must think on that one for a while. That
may take on another whole new meaning to this story.
Jake and his friends are all sitting around and laughing
about what took place that day. They love to ruminate
about these events after they take place. How many has
it been now, about a dozen in the last month? Well, this
has certainly been a great time weíve been having!
Yes, but what about all the other times when the rabbits
just look at us as if weíre crazy, and go hopping off.
We were left with egg on our face and a lot of effort
walked away from his friends. He didnít feel so good
all of a sudden. It wasnít funny anymore, and it
wasnít bringing him pleasure, all he could see was the
look of terror on the rabbitís face, and he knew that
something was not quite right here. He lay in the shade
of a big tree and mused the thing over. He fell asleep
and the next thing he knew, he was standing before a
giant lion, and he was a mouse. The lion roared and
roared and the ground trembled. The forest came alive
with the echoes of the lion. But the lion did not come
any closer to the mouse, he just roared and then he lay
down beside the mouse and licked the tail of this tiny
mouth was eight times the size of me, the mouse thought.
Why didnít he eat me, instead of just lick my tail? He
felt a great outpouring of love from the lion, and
suddenly he knew what the story was. No matter how
deeply you go into the creatures of God, there is always
some bit of love that lives there, no matter what the
stuff of the ages brings forth that clouds the inner
workings, there is always that love.
awoke and looked around him. He knew that he had been
given a gift that day. He knew that he would always be
the one who was the mouse, for he had met his lion again
that day, and now the love came through from another
source. But the message was the same, and now he knew
how the rest of his life would look. He arose and went
out into the yard, and he strode over to the gate. A
mouse skittered by and stopped in its tracks. Jake
sniffed at it and reached out his paw to sweep it into
his mouth, but something happened. He stopped short and
lay down where he was and sniffed the mouse. Then he
reached out his pink, moist tongue and licked the mouse
and loved the feeling it gave him. The mouse looked at
Jake and wondered at this dog, who just let him go on
when he could very well have had him for supper. He sure
would have a tale to tell his family when he returned,
safe and sound that night.
a wonderful, beautiful day, my dear ones. Find a way to
bring your past into today and live the NOW of the day
in full. You are dearly loved, and you bless the ones
around you in every moment.
you dear master Sananda,