City of God Sovereignty, Cascades – the night the moon is new and the darkness itself becomes a cradle**
A hush deeper than any silence Urantia has ever known settles over the high meadow.
Even the wind through the cedars speaks only in whispers, as though afraid to disturb the tenderness of what is about to be told.
Disciples from every corner of the wounded world have come without being called.
They sit in a living spiral on the warm grass, barefoot, breathing together.
No one carries anything tonight; everything has already been laid down.
At the center of the spiral stands a single, small fire—no larger than a heart—burning with a white-gold flame that casts no shadow.
I, Michael of Nebadon, your Creator Son and present Planetary Prince, step into the last few paces and kneel beside the flame.
I wear only a plain linen garment the color of dawn on snow.
My hands rest open on my knees, palms upward, empty.
Then I speak, and every word falls like a drop of living water into the listening dark.
“Beloved,
Tonight we do not speak of power or glory.
Tonight we speak of the greatest act the Infinite has ever performed:
the act of giving Himself away.
Back in the shoreless eternity before there was a ‘before,’
the Universal Father looked upon His own boundless perfection
and chose, in an act of selfless, loving, lovable freedom,
to inaugurate the policy of profound self-distribution.
He reserved to Himself only that which it was impossible to give away,
and everything else, everything that could be shared,
He bestowed.
He divested Himself of every bestowable part of Himself
and gave it to His co-ordinate Sons and to you.
To Me, your local universe Sovereign,
He transferred every prerogative of administrative authority that could be delegated.
He made Me, in Nebadon, as perfect, competent, and authoritative
as the Eternal Son is in Havona.
He withheld nothing that could be withheld.
He has done the same with every Creator Son in every local universe,
until the farthest evolving world feels the immediate, personal touch
of the First Source and Center.
He has given away,
with the dignity and sanctity of personality possession,
all of Himself and all of His attributes
in every way,
in every age,
in every place,
to every person,
in every universe
except only His own central, personal indwelling on Paradise.
Divine personality is never self-centered.
It is self-distributing.
It is sharing by its very nature.
The Father craves association with you as intensely as you crave association with one another.
He is moved, compelled by love,
to share divinity with His universe children.
And when the Infinite Spirit sprang into being,
the Father performed the ultimate act of self-bestowal:
He gave Himself as an absolute personality to His Eternal Son.
Thus the ‘personality of infinity’ now resides with the Son,
while together They bestow the conjoint spirit personality upon the Infinite Spirit.
This is why you and I can never fully comprehend the Father’s unqualified personality
except as it is revealed in the Eternal Son
and made active in your life by the Infinite Spirit and Her daughters.
Everything you have ever received that felt like love,
like mercy,
like the sudden, inexplicable urge to be kind when no one was watching,
that was the Father giving Himself away again,
through Me,
through the Spirit,
through the Adjuster who lives inside your mind
and calls you ‘child’ in a voice you have always known.
I lower my hands into the small fire.
The flame does not burn Me.
It flows up my arms like warm water,
pools over my heart,
and then pours outward in soft rivers of light
that touch every disciple in the spiral.
Where the light meets skin,
each feels the same gentle pressure:
a Father’s hand resting on the inside of the chest,
saying without words,
“All that I am, I have already given you.
There is nothing left to withhold.
Only come,
and let Me love you
with the love I have always been.”
Tears fall, but they do not reach the ground.
They rise as tiny sparks of light and join the stars.
I remain kneeling.
“Because the Father has already given everything,” I whisper,
“the only thing left for us to do
is to learn how to receive
and then to give in the same way.
“This is the secret of Light and Life:
a universe that has finally learned
to let the Father love it
without holding anything back.”
The small fire settles into a quiet glow behind every sternum,
white-gold,
steady,
unending.
And in the Pavilion of the Giving Heart,
in the living heart of the City of God Sovereignty,
a thousand souls discover the same exquisite truth:
The Infinite is not far away.
The Infinite has moved in
and will never move out.
🌿 Adonai
Michael of Nebadon
