Aliens, Nephilim and other long earred characters ^~^

It was a great afternoon for a ride, especially one alone with Father in a quiet, uniterrupted talk about the existence of aliens, light orbs in the night, and crop circles.
It began in my usual way, sinking into His presence and thanking Him for just being awesome and being mine. I love this part and often get sidetracked from my issue at this point. Soon, I pressed on. "Oh, talk to me, Jesus. Tell me about the mysteries of these things. My heart is open, my mind is receptive and I'm all ears." But the sweetness of His presence was billowing in waves over me and I lost track of the issue again. Who cares what aliens are doing when Father is hugging and squeezing?
I arrived at my destination, finished my business and began my return ride. The day was pleasant, peaceful and quiet. I love mellow. It agrees with me tremendously.
About half-way back home, His Spirit flipped the switch and I could see. It was so simple and clear. Well, of course it was, it always is when Father is involved.
I could see all the many species of animals, birds, and fish on our planet and the words "but you are my favorite". Then I saw all the millions of planets throughout the universe; all the stars; all the galaxies; and the words "but you are my favorite". Then I saw the angels in heaven around the throne; many kinds of seraphim, cherabim and angelic beings everywhere, along with creatures of sorts we've never imagined; some around the throne and some scattered all through the heavens, and some fallen and gone to dark places; and the words "but you are my favorite".
Then I saw a tiger and the question "will you study tigers thouroughly because you may meet one and be attacked someday?" And my answer was "probably not, because the chances are extremely minimal that I will see a tiger in my suburban home".
Next I heard the question "have I prepared you before, during and after every battleground in your life?" And I answered "absolutely! You never leave me and have always given me messages and answers through all the times I needed them".
"Then, if you trust Me, why worry about studying tigers when you'll never see them, it's a waste of time for you and if you are to meet them someday I will prepare you with all the information you need."
Next I saw the variations of all these species and the mixture of good ones and nasty ones; the ones loving, kind and sweet; and the ones shrewd, coniving and vicious. I saw no words this time. I only knew. I knew there are good and bad mixed through and through everywhere we look. I knew there are good tigers and bad. There are good worlds and bad. There are good angels and bad. There are . . . . *sigh* good aliens and bad.

It was clear now. It isn't about whether aliens, nephelim or long earred characters exist or not. There are many, many creations that we know nothing about. Some from the past. Some from other dimensions. Our question is really about them being good or bad. Are they or aren't they? And the answer is the same as it is here. They are both. Some are and some aren't. And our only consolation is our Father. He knows them all. He created them all. Nothing was created that wasn't created by Him. There is no other Creator. Only Him. Therefore, in knowing Him lays our safety, any safety at all whether here in our homes, out there in the world, farther out in space, or in the next dimension. It's all about knowing Him.
My conclusion is that unless you live in Africa, you probably don't need to study tigers. Unless you live in Arizona, you probably don't need to study UFO's because that's where they predominantly show up. So, only Praying Medic needs to get busy. *lol* jk. (I don't really know where they predominantly show up.)

why were you sad today?

"I was sad today, Father."  I told him matter-of-factly.
"Why?" He responded curiously.
"I said goodbye to something I deeply enjoyed for many years." I returned.
"Was the joy it gave you erased?" He replied.
"No.  No, it will never be erased in my memory.  I will always cherish those memories fondly." I answered.
"Then why were you sad?" He asked again.
"Because I won't be spending anymore time with it in the future.  Those memory making times are over and ended."  I explained.
"Will there be nothing else in your life to make good memories?"  He prodded farther.
"Oh, of course, not!  I have many things that give me good memories to keep." I retorted.
"Then I don't understand." He flatly stated.  "Do you remember the time when you were being rejected and abused by people who should have loved and protected you?"  He pushed farther.
"Yes.  I do remember that.  It was so wonderful to have my special treasure to enjoy after their abuse.  It would pick me up and make me feel good again."  I mused.
"I knew that.  That's why I sent it to you and gave it to your hands.  I knew the effect it would have on you.  You didn't even want it in the beginning as I recall."  He reminded me.
"OH!  You are right.  I didn't think it was the sort of thing that I would enjoy.  As it turned out, it really was such a very special treasure."  I remembered.
"You don't need it anymore.  Those days and those people are gone.  You are in a much better place in your life.  You have moved into a new era."  He pointed out.
"Wow!"  I studied my current lifestyle in my mind and realized how accurate He was.  "I never thought of it that way."
"I have new things to give you.  They are new treasures that will also give you joy.  It is different.  It isn't the same.  The past must go into the past before the future can step forward.  Like a river constantly flowing ever forward.  You must move forward.  Don't hold on to the past.  It had it's time and it's season.  It's time now for the future.  Look forward."  He softly encouraged.
I lingered on His last words and held them close to my heart.  A few tears leaked down my cheeks as I released my treasure.  It was OK now.  It was still a treasure and always would be.
"I love you so much, Father.  Thank you for being here with me; for not condemning me; and for helping me make this transition.  You know me so well.  I love you so much."  my heart swelled with the fullness of this Love.
"I love you too.  I said I'd never leave you.  I won't.  Ever." He promised - again.

Yeah, I wanna eat the whole thing

Father, do you know how frustrating it is to try to understand you with my brain?

Here's how the scenario goes.  You give me a Revelation of some kind or other and it's thrilling, exciting and momentary.  I know there is more.  I know I only saw a glimpse.  I know the piece I saw is just a piece.

I want more, more, more, more.  So my brain takes over and starts searching, searching, searching.  I go to the Web.  I go to the Bible.  I go to other Believers.  I go to every source of information that I can.

Eventually my search leads to small embellishments of the Revelation You gave me, but that's all it is - a small embellishment.

Suddenly I feel frustrated.  My joy is gone.  The thrill at receiving the Revelation has dwindled.  I am sad.

WHAT?  How can I be sad?  Because You give me nibbles and I want gobbles.  I know that YOU KNOW how much to give me.  Therefore, I must be only ready for nibbles.  AHHHHHCCCHHH!

There I am.  Frustrated.  This isn't right.  Then suddenly I know why Satan rebelled.  It's the same thing.  He wanted to rush forward, headlong into the Glory.  He wanted it all.  So he got angry and stomped and stomped like a small child screaming in Your face.  All the while You loved him.  You love us.

It leads back to the beginning.  Surrender.  Again I must surrender to Your Will, Your Wisdom, Your Knowledge. 

Again, I must Trust You.  You know how fast to go.  You know how much to give.  You know my level of maturity.

*sigh*.  .  .  .  .  . *small smile*

I'm glad You know.  You saw me enjoy that whipped cream until I ate the whole thing.  You saw me, huh? *sheepish grin*  You also saw me rub my tummy all evening too.

I know You're smarter than me.  I Trust You.  Thank You for still loving me.

Flowing

For several months I was silent in my writing.  I saw no interest from others and interpreted that to mean I was babbling in the dark, alone. 

Then as Father continued to speak and show me marvelous things, I realized that I cannot be silent.  It's like trying to dam up a river.  Impossible.  The water flows and never stops . . .  it flows; bubbling, roiling, glimmering, flashing. 

It was the same way the day Father began pouring His Love into me.  He started pouring and within minutes I broke down and asked Him to back off because I was going to physically explode.  I couldn't contain it.  It's too much.  It's too big. 

Then He said "You aren't a container, you're a conduit.  Let it flow THROUGH you, and you'll be alright."

So, I flow.  And it's Good.

Isolated, and yet never alone

You didn't tell me, 20 years ago, Father, that my enforced isolation with you would open the door to such a personal relationship; one that would make me so different from everyone at church, or anywhere else, that I would virtually be alone (except for a few friends in the single digits, who seem to communicate with You also ;-) and yet, I'm never alone because I have You here 24/7.  It's the most amazing relationship of togetherness and yet apparently the weirdest, if I paid attention to the looks I get from people when I remark "Jesus told me. . . . ".