As below, so above: the heavens are not clean in the sight of HaShem. Above as below, the processes of salvation and perfection continue within the spheres of the temporal realm.

We didn’t entirely abandon the immortal sphere of heaven when we descended to the mortal sphere of earth for incarnation. Imperishable worms of fire, we remained rooted in the immense sea that surrounds the throne of HaShem’s projection.

As though liquefied in heaven’s furnace, we arise and we fall as we’re purged within the divine fire of the holy of holies while being tempered simultaneously in the cooler fires of earth. So that we can understand what HaShem is doing in our lives, our immortal angels continually behold the faces of HaShem in the image and likeness of HaMashiyach.

None can be perfected in the intensity of heaven’s fire. Rather, we are made ready for perfection: our immortal angels are bathed in that fire, and they receive instruction concerning the untarnished mortal souls that will serve them as they pursue perfection within the cooler fires of earth.

Natural birth anneals the angelic worm as it enters the waters of the clean mortal soul. Drinking of its substance, the angel bonds with the soul, embracing its identity, for unresolved issues with others will demand an intimate knowledge of the soul’s profile.

In some cases, resolution can follow casual encounters. Longstanding difficulties call for prolonged contact and are best resolved within family relationships. Emotional dependency favors remedy only love can offer. Brothers are for adversity.

In all contexts, HaShem arranges both encounters and their timings. Angels are always living spirits, but not always living souls. Without the question of soul in the balance, there is little incentive for give and take.

No angel should be contemptuous of human weakness. They need such weakness within themselves to progress. Real change is visceral, and friends need friends capable of both faith and doubt.

When adversity is presaged by a sense of foreboding, real change is possible. The warning comes as highlight to opportunity. In messiah, all parties pray for each other, and a good outcome will be found, even if delayed by complications. Forgiving earns the reward of forgiveness, whatever the details of the conflict. Removing scar tissue is not a work of the mind, but of the heart.

“A soft answer turns away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger.” When worms of fire intertwine, peace wells up from the heart that’s trained upon mercy; war, from the heart given to accusation and insistent upon sacrifice. Balanced judgment finds rest in the merciful because they develop more deliberate thought processes.

As it travels the firmament between heaven and earth, whether awake or dreaming, the caterpillar called mortal man is preparing for its life in a celestial realm. The cocoon is not its tomb, but its womb. The only reason it walked the earth was to prepare to fly.

In both spheres of the temporal realm, the fire body receives instruction through its core being, which is spirit. The spirit has agreed to the parameters of its immersions, both above and below. Man lives at the foot of the firmament, and earth’s fires continue their slow burn against his foundations: sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof, but also the goodness.

At the firmament’s temporal top, heaven’s fire cleanses their angels, as understood in the saying, “their faces do always behold the face of their father.” Walking the earth, their angels retain anchor in the Lake of Fire, above. In heaven as on earth, true life is hidden within the firmament of God’s eternal spirit, around and along which man’s spirit revolves as it navigates the evils of the day.

The vast gap that stretches between the expanses of earth and heaven and beyond cannot be measured by a mind that’s dependent of the body’s sensors. The spiritual mind can complete that circuit in the blink of an eye if it is taught how to focus. That lesson must come from the indwelling messiah who knocks on the heart’s door. We cannot choose to hear or not hear. That decision rests with the father. If choice is possible, it centers on the father. A soul struggling to understand the source of its discomfort may attribute its burning solely to earthly causes, and there are many; but no adversary can move against his brother unless permission to do so is given from above. When this notion is strengthened by experience, blame for trouble starts to shift from earth to heaven. This shift is the beginning of remedy because it opens a dialogue with heaven. Bitter complaint might not be recognized as prayer, but that is what it is.

God is not our enemy, and he will not long play the part. If our deeds have earned us many stripes, they will have an end because of mercy, and each stripe will have taught us something of the ways and expectations of HaShem.

The mortal believes in immortality, and he searches the limits of his understanding to chronicle his pain. A little shift here and also there eases the pressure of the yoke. The saying, “Take my yoke upon you and learn of me” has a subtle lesson.

It’s not for man to direct his steps: each of us is already harnessed, struggling with the divine yoke. The key to the saying lies in taking it up with purpose by leaning into it, learning of the signals by the touch of the reins, the crack of the whip.

The chariot cannot be the charioteer. The body is the chariot, the soul is the charger, the angel is along for the ride, and the spirit embraces all this at once. The spirit belongs to God, and so do the reins. If you think otherwise, I cannot say, “God speed.”

Rushing through the day, a foreboding of collision can come upon you. Nearing the force of memory, the dread disturbs the swamp of the natural mind, raising clouds of premonitions. The passenger angel and the runaway soul are kindred expanses caught up in the spin of the wheels whose axle is a firmament of spirit. The charioteer promises that all will be well if you can find it in yourself to surrender the reins. No need to ask him to come in. He’s already there, and he’s equal to the task.

The fire of heaven opens and bathes deep wounds. The fires of earth cauterize tears and repair tissues in concert with that which is being done above. Immersion in fire, above and below, persuades the hitchhiker angel to confront, confess, and address grievances, whatever their source.

Each of us must pay his debts—an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth—until forgiveness triumphs among us all, freeing us, at once and as one, to enter into the father’s rest. Accusers will be cast down to earth again and again, because they generate enmity in all of us, polluting our thoughts and making us doubt the efficacy of Yahushua’s sacrifice at the foundations of the world.

Heaven’s fire seals immortal angels with the seal of promise, which is called the seal of the father’s hand. Like vessels on the potter’s wheel, we rise and we fall as we are shaped, reshaped, and shaped again by the fires, both of heaven and of earth.

The creator sees his handiwork as it will be, n ot as it appears in its states of becoming. The father is responsible for our salvation, and the seal of promise remains in his hand, where it is held in reserve along with the forehead seal, the single eye, the third eye, the circle of light.

The seal of perfection is awarded to those who have overcome within
the fires of tearth as they reach their promise in the mind of la.

 Many have weathered the pains
of mortality and are nearly ready to put on celestial garments. Don’t make haste. Trust in the competency of myhla hwhy.

His anointed, the Essene Teacher of Righteousness, demonstrated the way that leads to perfection. He resolutely held to the path of Truth, which is the Light of HaShem. He gained victory over the mortal realm and opened the door to the everlasting realm, both within and without. Affirming the father, we are to walk with him. We share the blood of Adam, the Living water of myhla hwhy.

We arise from within the baptismal waters of Yardan to take our places in the footsteps of Y’shua. We should expect a wasteland, not the land of promise. The banks along the River of Souls harbor hard realities.

As difficult as personal choices might become, we are led to the wilderness to learn, not to choose. We chose when we accepted the yoke shared by the anointed. We are not led into the desert to escape grief, nor even to find answers to our questions. We’re there to learn that not even our own minds can separate us from HaShem’s loving counsel.

We fast, ceasing from our own works. When a door opens, we must open ourselves yet further to receive guidance. Whatever else our callings might demand of us, they require that we accept the premise that we proceed by agreement, not by supposition. The word of HaShem must be written on our hearts and accepted by our minds.

If the projection of HaShem makes us free, we are indeed free. In grace, we meditate on the Law of God as prophecies that testify of HaShem and his ways; because if Torah is read as a set of commands, worship will be difficult. Duplicity will make communion nearly impossible.

We walk according to the image and likeness of Yahushua, as demonstrated by Y’shua’s walk on earth. He separated himself unto the will of his father, not from the activities of his brethren.

The Nicolaitans took the mystery of his example as justification for doing whatever came to mind. We are, indeed, free to do whatever the spirit of holiness requires of us; but here’s the eye of the needle: mindful that we cannot allow our liberty to become a stumbling block for those whose faith is weak, we cannot indulge that weaknesses by quenching the Spirit within ourselves. There will be a way of escape. We are instructed to take up the yoke of the Sons of Man, and to learn of it because we are being taught by it.

Faith is in the father’s hands, and only his spirit can provide proper guidance. It is not for us to direct nor to restrict our steps. Made sure of our foundation, we are to walk within the palpable counsel of God’s spirit, which reaches every crossroads before us, declaring “this is the way you shall go: walk in it.”

The path that crosses the eternal and the temporal was measured and marked by the anointed, of whom it is written, “Out of Egypt have I called my son.” The faces of Pharaoh are not confined to ancient Egypt. They confront us daily. Masked behind other profiles, his tyranny pits brother against brother, people against people.

Pharaoh is a principality. He’s a parasite that insinuates itself into our souls, building nests in our actions and reactions. He leaches the human spirit through obscene demands, and he will not relent of his vampiric hold on our lifeblood. He is stubborn. Without HaShem’s intervention, he will escalate pressures and tactics as the promise and vitality of youth fade; and he will chase us down if he is forced to loosen his grip. None can escape on his own.

If, by our own devices, we would flee before Pharaoh, we must know that he will pursue us right up to the judgment seat of heaven, using our own thoughts against us, demanding that we be sent back to earth to satisfy his insatiable desires, in order that he might, again, secure us under his power.

Do not allow your hands to become idle. Messiah has work for you to do. The debt of straw and the demand for bricks will not be forgiven or forgotten. Their tolls will mount daily; but be of good cheer: the costs can be paid with coin earned in service to HaShem in the room of Yahushua HaMashiyach, the King.

The Kingdom of Names is an immense enterprise. It was planted on earth in the Garden of Eden, and it shall have no end. From time to time, beings are anointed to fulfill roles of surrogacy, but there is one King. In the third heaven, HaMashiyach Yahushua holds court as the Angel of the Presence. In the glory of the eternal father, he sits upon heaven’s throne in the splendor of HaShem’s holy fire.

In the second heaven, he will be enthroned within the minds of every man as captain of the hosts of hwhy. The history of his generation within each of us is recorded in the meanings of the Hebrew Names of Matthew One. Note the distinctions between the first and the sixteenth verse.

As you pray about these things, don’t enter the closet intending to speak. Enter to listen. Meditation is prayer without ceasing. It’s the process of attuning the body’s receptors to spiritual renewal through God’s counsel. By all means, shout out what is whispered in your ear for all to hear, but be circumspect about those things you would say to the father. If you must speak, you must; but remember that it is he who creates the fruit of the lips.

For the accuser to be cast down, all of us must overcome spiritual obstruction together. A habit of morning and evening prayer is beneficial, but every thought in our minds is a prayer. Every action we take is a prayer. We are a royal priesthood.

Just as malleable steel is tempered by being thrust into cold water when it has been hammered and shaped to the blacksmith’s satisfaction, even so are the angelic fire worms of man tempered within the cooler fires of earth. We are to be born again and again: until we are ready to inherit the promise. Yes, we can be born again. The good news is that physical death is not necessary for us to progress within the cycles of life.