Fear tried to whisper to me: by HIS GRAYNESS

There is sound, a bit of it reverberating; it's there but not quite ready to be identified. It wants me to know it is there and to be curious and seeking. I'm compelled to approach it and to know its origin. So quietly, with focus and concentration, I move toward it, as it urges me to yield to its energy. All my senses demand to be involved before I commit. I began to fear it but I want to know its origin, to touch it, to understand its form and purpose. Now it is a whisper, softly breathing, exhaling my name. It promises me wisdom, it asks me to chant easy, love, love, love, love, close your eyes, no fear, only love, see the light beginning in the darkness behind your closed eyes, watch it grow , be quiet, notice the hum in your ears, they balance in humming and they vibrate the light?you can see it grow with rugged edges a tiny white sun, pure, glowing silver and white, small sparks escaping, the white intensifying, now be quiet and listen for my whispers are soft that you might concentrate and focus on my voice?.shhhh?.shhhh?..I am GOD, the only GOD, I am the all and the everything that constitutes light, and my currency is pure and endless light and my purpose and my passion is the joy and continuity of creativity and love. All that must be known and understood about yourself and your purpose is simple yet sacred and fully vested in your soul, your, flesh, your mind, your spirit, and your capacity to nurture and apply love in all that you do.
Know that fear is an imaginary enemy that lives in the shadows of doubt and errant placement of your mind. Love is the only garden where the seeds of your creativity can find life and prosperity through embracing my light and denying the darkness of fear. Fear manifests all forms of blindness and celebrates the loss of light and the incubation of the soul?s fetus hibernating in the dark caves of life?s decay.
There is no life in fear, there is no creativity in fear, there is no love in fear, and there is only the soul?s death in fear. There is a name for the place where the torture of fear is manifested and it is known as hell. Once the mind which rules the choices of the soul has embraced the merchant of fear, the lies and promises of peace and satisfaction through hatred, revenge, and spite, shall for that time forward yield not but pain and suffering of all forms upon the lost and wayward soul and mind that chose it.
Be joyful in your gift of creativity and know it is your mission and purpose to support the everlasting plan of GOD; the ultimate and original creator of all there is to be known and still unknown by mankind. Fear was killed!