One’s True Desire
I rest on Padre Island; Father Island. This is not far from Corpus Christi; Christ’s body. This place does not reflect the names given, at least in this generation. True nature, given to reflect the ways of God, has been greatly distorted by the lusts and greed of men. I did not feel free in permitting the Witnesses to walk alone in this place, because of the spirit of some who come here.
The natural spirit of the place is still discernible even though much has been ruined by man. The waves still sound their cadence, “Listen to me, I call you.” The waves seem like my Father’s songs, ever ringing into the heart of one who can listen.
My bride is with me, for she follows me wherever I go. She is ever present, as the cadence of the sea. I am comforted by her ever sounding, the sweet and quiet rhythm of her presence. She cannot stand to be apart from me, but she can stand only to be with me, for she has no other lovers, no other desires, no other wants but to be by my side. She has no other inspiration but to be outside my window or to be with me in my place of dwelling.
She would go to the top of a mountain, lonely and cold, just to be with me. Others are not so inclined. They have other interests. I get e-mails from some of them telling me of their doctrines and how they oppose my testimony. Their doctrines and religious timelines mean nothing to me. I care not for their theories. This is how it has always been with those who know not the truth. They only have theories and they can only take positions on those theories. My Father is alive. He lives within me and my doctrines are His. He tells me what is true and what is not true. Some profess to keep the Sabbath, but they do not. They only count to seven and get to church on Saturday. They are like those who thought the lamb they took to the Jewish temple saved them from their sins, but when Messiah came, they killed Him and disagreed with His doctrines. These souls are dogs who cannot bark and birds that cannot rest.
Those who keep the true Sabbath know me, for they are as my bride who is ever with me, resting in my green bed. She has never been afraid that she will be molested by me. She is always with me. She cares not for any other lover. She is ever drawn out only to me. This is not so for those who follow from far away, or do not actually follow at all. These souls talk about this, or they talk about that, but do not actually know what they are talking about. These souls hope in a future glory, but they do not know there is no future glory, for there is no future. The idea of the future has always deceived the unwary that there is a time which is not now. Who can ever live in another time? There is only now, and all other times are only in the imagination of the imaginer. Next week has never come, but only the ever present now, with other faces called dates and times. Our bodies get older, but they only age now, and not tomorrow. No one has ever had an old body in the future.
My bride is with me now, and not tomorrow. She does not hope to see me someday, for she is ever with me, always listening at my knee, never wandering off with other things to do. She is never drawn off by other desires, since she has none, not even for herself. She is as the sea. She is as constant as the waves that are drawn to the shore. Her heart is drawn as the great swells constantly moving toward me, but never intruding, yet always reaching out. The seabirds are like the pests of life which pick and squawk over the dead things that wash ashore, but they cannot change the swell of the sea or cause the waves to change course.
The wind only, the Spirit of my Father’s breath alone, alters the waves so that they are only what my Father decrees. Even so, they ever reach for me as before, but do not intrude. The waves are always there for me, but never a danger, never an annoyance.
My bride waits for me, never losing interest because she does not see me for a time. She waits outside my window or at the door, quietly anticipating my presence and ever ready to respond to my call. This is the true lover and not one who simply responds to the moment’s stimulation. There are always those who are thrilled with the moment. They are elated by a meeting or a song. They are overjoyed at a present announcement or the blowing of a trumpet. But when these things pass, and they have only silence now, and they do not see my face or hear my voice for a time, they wander off to their ever busy world, sitting their babies, cooking their food, and making their plans, oblivious and unconscious of me. They are unaware of my silent approach, those approaches I make without a trumpet blowing.
How I delight in my bride who is ever ready, and ever present with me, but never intrusive or rude. Her embrace is as the breeze that caresses the dunes, and not as the howling north wind.
I love the pure simplicity of my Father’s Island, sometimes rough with strong winds, and sometimes sleepy with a quiet warmth coming from the rising sun. I love my bride, whose songs I hear in the night as I hear the cadence of the sea. I am ever here for her. I surround her with my strong protection and I ever listen for her crying out. I am never far from her and she always knows where I am, for she is always where I am.
Mankind thinks they are not getting what they desire, but this is a deception. They always do. When I came to the ranch and appeared to the land, others came with me. When I left the ranch to go on this present journey a few came with me. I remember Elijah and Elisha. It is written of them: “And Elijah said unto him, Elisha, tarry here, I pray thee; for the Lord hath sent me to Jericho. And he said, As the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. So they came to Jericho. ...And Elijah said unto him, Tarry, I pray thee, here; for the Lord hath sent me to Jordan. And he said, As the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. And they two went on.” 2 Kings 2:4&6.
There was no way that Elisha would be separated from his master. Even when he was given instructions to “Tarry here,” Elisha would have nothing of it. I considered how many would have come with me after I told them to “Tarry here”. There were some who said to me, “How can we live without you here?” Others said, “We shall miss you.” But when I left I saw none with their bags packed, waiting at the gate. If I had gotten to the gate, and had seen my little bride all packed and waiting, tears streaming down her face with the prospect of our separation, I could not have left her there. I would have taken her up and found a place for her in my train.
Do you not suppose that if I had left my little bride at the gate, and called the next day to tell others of my progress, and I heard that she was still waiting, and would not leave the gate until she saw me again, that I would not immediately turn around and come to get her? A mother may forsake her child, but I will not forsake one who waits for me.
When Jesus left the earth, he was drawn heavenward by a power greater than anything of the earth. He had to go. So it was with all who are with me on this journey. They had to go. There was no earthly power that could hold them. They did not say, “Oh, I have babies to sit, or plants to water, I cannot go now.” They did not say, “Oh, I have a job that came up, or a lover I am being drawn out to, and I cannot go with you.” We always get what we want, and the least we will settle for.
When one leaves with me, he must leave everything behind, for it is written: “If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple.” Luke 14:26. That is to say, “A man cannot go with me unless he hate father and mother, and wife and children and brethren and sisters and even his own life.” If a man love anything but me, he cannot go with me. To go with me one must leave the lovers he has been drawn out after, his job and possessions. He must leave his responsibilities. When one leaves with me, he is naked, clothed only in the light of my own desire, and there is nothing on earth that can draw away his heavenly interest. Even one’s “instructions” to “tarry here” must be discarded, for the Father is pleased to give the soul whatever he delights in. He will send some off on a long journey, and others he will give jobs or lovers to be drawn out to, but only those who cannot be swayed or moved from Him, will go with Him. One goes to whom one is drawn out to, for it is the law.
What is one drawn out to? One is drawn out to what one wants to be drawn out to. When one asks to be drawn out to the Father’s desires, he will be drawn out to those desires instead of the desire of his own nature.
Two nights ago my spirit was bittersweet as I was shown another parable in the land. I was shown who were married to whom. I saw seven virgins, and how one was married to this one and one to that one. Their hearts were all drawn out to someone in the earth, but not to me only. I had not known them intimately, and they were inclined to say as the Scriptures, “And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying, We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel: only let us be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.” Isaiah 4:1. That is to say, “In that day, there will be seven women who will all take hold of Michael saying, We will go our own way and take care of ourselves, following our own lovers, but we want to be called by your name so that we are considered to be among the bride.”
My intimacy is seen in those who feel only my drawing and cannot do anything but follow me. These souls do not fear being harmed by following me, but always dwell in my green bed of faith. As Elisha, they cannot be drawn away by other interests. “As the Lord lives, I am going with you” they will say in that day.
The Father has opened many parables to us, to instruct and bless the soul lest he deceive himself as to the nature of the marriage and the coming of the Christ. The Father has never failed us. In all of these things I want the current movie to be my last duty, for it says it all, and in plain view for anyone to see. After this, I will wait at the gate for my Father’s coming for me. This is what I want. I want to wait at the gate and not go out again to tell a story that has been told more than a thousand times before. I will rest from my labors, for I have not failed at accomplishing the instructions given me.
National Geographic has contacted us for a visit. Another writer has also been in touch. The world may talk about us, and try to tell our story, but it can only be fully understood by those in us. The world will wonder, but it cannot comprehend or understand. Only my bride can understand.