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“No greater Love has any man than to lay down his life for his friends” (compare John 15:13 KJV paraphrased). Scripturally, then, it can be seen there are levels of Love.  The greater Love, the greatest Love, are trackless shinings that from the deepest, earnest loyalty suddenly bellow from the heart and into action whenever a super action of Love is super needed.  When such Love comes, it comes not as a fluke of happening, but rather comes from a vine of Love that has long grown in a person who can respond in acts of the fullness of Love.

The most beautiful form of Love is tender and caring Love that can reach with awesome strengths at any needed given moment to show or speak or action the Love of caring.  Love that is great reaches far beyond just intimate sessions.  This kind of Love cannot smell the offence of sickness, cannot see the wrinkles of ageing.  Love is such a sweet medicine of herbs and spices.  Outside of forbidden Love, all Love is pure, beautiful, and life-giving.  True Love sees through the temporary physical mode into the person’s eternal spirit mode.

True Love is notably amazing, noble, with a tint of mystery, and a flowering of magnificence that owns the highest towers of Patience.  The tokens of Love are travel-fare, not only for this present world but the world to come.  One moment of True Love is more powerful than a hundred battleships; for battleships can only destroy, but true Love can create. What makes a heart feel young is the heart being refreshed, and few things but Love do that.

There are those persons who are amorously provocative and even intimidating, and they think their love is a prime of loves.  But love given that does not compensate special considerations of tenderness and understanding for the trials of a shared walk through the tunnels of human agony, and that does not over-reach illness, temporary mental displacement, stresses of life, and mood changes brought on by changes of  life is not true Love.

True Love can never be dethroned because its energy is probed by the Throne of God, who is Love.  Let those ones come who crave to bathe in the soothes of Love, that their steep moments of the fear of rejection be diluted and dissolved forever.  This is a call to you who are empty and vacant in your heart of Love.  This starting line does not start at the foot plate of presumption.  It starts at the cross point where the spirit and the soul agree together for their need of God’s Love.

Someone said to Love: “Come, hold my heart and write your name on it.”  Then he said to his soul: “Go a-walking and stop not until you come to the mind whose name is Sense.”  And when he found him he asked:  “Can you look at my heart and tell me who wrote the name thereon?”  And so Sense looked thereon and said:  “It most surely was Love.”  Then Sense queried: “Why are you here asking?  You need to go back, and don’t walk, run!  When Love does what your heart bids, there is no greater gift than that.  You don’t need to prove it over and over again.”      

Ah so, the most beautiful form of Love is when the curve of destiny is tried: and, of Love, what is fastened cannot be unfastened; what is strong cannot be made weak.  What is Love cannot be made hate, and such True Love is unconditional of its actions to Love you and save you.

Yes, such is the most beautiful form of Love.

The Manifester Yada

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Let not Love perish because there were uncultivated boundings in your marriage.  Many times over the years I have counselled  persons who loved one another deeply, but often failed to express their love due to inhibitors they knew not how to remove.  Here is such a story with its good ending:

The ONE said to the OTHER: “You rarely say that you love me.”  The OTHER replied:  “You know I love you.  Why do I have to keep repeating it?”  The ONE Loved the OTHER so very, very much; but there were so many obstacles: attitudes, temperament, grudge holding, a mind one-tracked into work projects, bad habits, inherited genes, lack of the full spectrum of respect, and a spirit of judging everyone.  Nevertheless, there were so many good sides of caring, compassion, hard working, provider, family protector, and deep moments when the often hidden pearl of Love would be revealed.

There was pain when in the many arousals of the heart no response was forth coming,,,,,  when Love searches with its eyes in search for Love-back, but the returns come in other good ways - yet not of the holding, touching, stroking, with eyes to eyes, and mouth to mouth resuscitating words of Love.  Ah…When electric Love touches, it vibrates the body with swoons that light up the whole environment of everything. 

Then the ONE said:  “Go away, love thoughts; come back some other day when I am healed of these days of the blues. How often I have followed the path of tears?  How often I have dreamed the impossible dream that always stayed impossible!” 

So spring came; birds were singing as their nests were being built in the world of their blue heaven. Beautiful butterflies colored the garden, flying from flower to flower; and then, all of a sudden, a wonderful Monarch Butterfly swooped against the very window pane through which I was looking.  In some kind of a miracle, this butterfly was communicating with me.

“Hello, ONE! I have something very important to tell you.”  “Who are you?” ONE queried.  “You can’t just be a butterfly.  Butterflies can’t mind talk like this!”   Then the Butterfly said: “You have correctly discerned; for you see, I am an angel appearing in the form of a Butterfly.  I have this message for you about Love….

“When you Love, and you want to be Loved back, but slow rolls the reaction, don’t slip on the ice or feel stabbed in the heart.  True Love has creative powers.  When Love-back seems to always be on an interloping safari, call for the rushes of Love within you to come to the forefront for a creating session.  You can mind-create changes into the person you Love because you have a right to do so in the sense that in marriage all the parts of marriage have the right to become a oneness.  Therefore, such is granted to every heart who is reaching out to their Love.

“Concentrate on a gentle spirit-to-spirit enchanting of your Love.  Hold hands with your God-given imagination; pray for the super sense of the angel of your presence to turn on mind-to-mind and spirit-to-spirit and begin transforming your Love to the better good of loving you back Love to Love. 

“Now sit back and watch in the spirit of creation the slow but sure changes that just keep on hugging the coming true of your once impossible dream.  For true as Love, and true as desire to have that Love, by this word, feverish deprave of Love must die.  And the World to dream about will prosper with Love from shore to shore, sky to sky, and heart to heart.”

The Manifester Yada

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Sometimes in the longings of one’s search for Love, strangely cruel things happen.  Sometimes the blaze of one’s Love cannot find a reflection of the Love blaze from the person to whom it was directed.  Sometimes certain Love overruns the heart it was seeking, because that certain Love was more immediate and more ready than the other heart being messaged could perceive or receive.  It is not always known the why.  Sometimes it is circumstances that frizzle all incoming beams.  Sometimes the senders of Love, message in a tongue not understood or send Love in a dream dressed in assumings that do not belong to the other person’s destiny.  But most times, Love is sent because Love Loves those loves, period.   

Let these words clear your mind and heal your wounded thoughts:  nothing is as beautiful as Love, and Love is never in vain!  Every person is a king or queen of their own heart.  Sooner or later the king or queen of every heart arises, looks out the window, sees the weather is calm, and strolls to the spot where the mail comes in.  In those moments when the king or queen of the heart reads life, anything can happen.    

When your Love is a thousand times the intensity of the blue arc of light and yet you cannot see it reflected in the eyes  of whom you Love,,,,, when your Love leaves no footprints in that heart and no blinking or twinkling in that star of the soul you long for, it may be because your Love has overrun that heart.  

When your longing rounds become sorrow-bowed and streams of failed love suddenly find a course of flow from the eye sockets of your eyes,  I am a prophet and I tell you: do not let sorrow become the deed holder of your Love.   If a son, daughter, friend, or other loved ones for whom you would have given your life have fallen from the orbit of your life to other flares of attraction,,,,, do not let that thick curve swing you into a heart space of separation.

Say to yourself:  hush down Love in my heart!  Save your proclaims for another day.  For another day will come that is a certainty; and, suddenly, there will be bursting reflections of your outpour, bobbling in the rivers of your given Love. 

True Love will never forsake its eyes from seeing Love.  True love will never ignore its ears from hearing Love.  True Love will never stop Loving because Love is the very breath of true Love.  Don’t wrap up your hopes; that would be a discordant act.  Instead, let a rainbow touch it; for soon the days of overrunning your heart will end, and a new day will rise that you will remember in joy forever and ever.

So, dear readers, I Love you!  And, dear readers, some of whom do not reflect the Love I send, I Love you too!  Perhaps, you could just comment a Merry Christmas to me no matter who you are….. Surely then my heart will fly the roaming of my angel dreams for you,,,,, before this year comes to an end. 

The Manifester Yada

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Colored vapors dance about my mind in exuberance with being fulfilled with the highest hope. 
Beacons, more lit than if brightened by ten billion suns, escort dreams to the pillow upon which my head lays.  Watchers edit golden script that unfolded of God’s own accord from out of my brain.  Silence bows to this concert of sheer ecstasy for its being a massive leap of spiritual knowledge.  As I thought on these things, everything became beautiful and I sung:

Walking through

The woods of the trees

Lovely singing leaves

Blossoms and the bees

Sing a precious song

From your heart

Sing, sing and be sung:

Touch the plants

And they will touch you

Need the flowers

And they will need you

Sing to them

A Song of Love

Touch the plants

And they will touch you.

(A song by Jerry O. Lee)

Relay into infinity the vibrations of my thoughts until the highly sensitive network of space and its invisible veins are filled with the joy I feel.  I cannot help but to reach out to capture the glow of this inner stellar light in me that has turned off all darkness.  I know when the print-of-leaves story of the Tree of my Life is read, God’s grace will have said a good word for me.  Then I will sing this song about myself in Loving Memory of all the days of my earth life and in loving memory of my friends, family, Soul mates, and my wife:  I have finished my course; I have climbed my destiny.  I am not puffed away into the winds of vapor…

Touch my face

See if I’m real

Listen, my friend

Do you hear me

Breathing………

Touch my body  

This is where woundedness and mercy strove 

Feel my hands where anger lost to Love

My heart is filled with

Memories of God’s Love

AMs Love is etched in me

Though I exit…

It is not forever

I come back

To stand by you

Ten thousand troubles

Won’t be enough 

To hold me back 

I will be your guardian angel

I will be with you again

Smiling and content.

(A song by Jerry O. Lee)

Nevertheless, my friends, in this hour of constant toil, stand by me and pray that I will be able to finish the whole publishing of the revelations and words God has given me, and that I will then have a little time to live in the peace of having this wish come abroad.  

O’ Ul’tra Virez’, in a plethorium of divine moments of twinklings,,,,, take me at last beyond the mortal.  Let me walk between the candles that share one flame.  In the somewhere of the somehow, cause me to over-shine my errors and my sins.  Prepare also the Destinata, O’Lord, that they will be able to wear the Crown of Halo.  Bring them to understand…that the Word spoken in full form reveals the transfigurations of God. 

Enable the Destinata to walk in the Visions that are being planted in them.  Open their eyes that they may live in the faith that God wants to Bless them and heal them.  Bring closer the day that will dawn in their life that is different than any other day that their life has met.  Bring them to that boundary where invisible markers of time scribe the correct turning point where the crossroads meet.

At the turn of ten laser arcs ahead, take them, precious Lord, through every one of their predicaments.  Bring them, Lord, to the secret mysteries which no veering winds may shift their peace and no catalyst may hamper their life.  Yes, Lord, bring them to Soaring Inspirations.  Merry Christmas, dear readers, may the good stars of heaven hug you.

I thank all of you who have stood by me with your comments, gifts, and your prayers.  For those of you who heard the broadcast “In Search of Angels 3″ and are interested in the subaudition-nosis journey to the Father’s House on January 1, 2010, don’t forget to e-mail lee.jerry.o@gmail.com.  I will only advise those of the time who have written and expressed they are interested.  There is no charge, of course.   

The Manifester Yada

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On the pathways of life, passing the coves of mysteries, watching the highway signs for hints of direction,,,,, when I was young of heart, I sought for the one my soul loved but I had not yet met.  In my dreams, I searched the highest stars; but you were not there.  I searched heaven, but you were not there.  Then, I wondered if you were hid somewhere???  I searched also on common ground, but neither were you there.

I thought on Love, and I realized that the love of Love was invisible; and we were only able to see Love when its purrings were manifested.  Those persons who do not find love have to be those persons who cannot see Love, or feel love.  O beautiful Love, reach down; touch my heart again and again.  Touch my eyes; open them ever so gently.

But then, of course, there are those times in a life that there are twists in the air,,,,, yes, strange wind puffs that somehow come from currents afar.  O wish, come; open a rainbow sky for me.  Let the covenant speak that the waters of sorrow and loneliness will never swallow me up.  In my mind, I created a movie.  I saw myself standing and singing in a great and awesome field of the wondrous quivers of bliss.   Surely here, I thought, would exist the crossroads where love must meet love.

In various spots around about the field where I searched for the crossroads of love, little pools of a blue sparkle water shone reflections that seemed to hold pictures and messages.  I sat down on a humped-up lump of soil and its queen blades of green grass; and, being quite comfortable, as if almost on a throne amidst nature, I began to closely observe the pool reflections.

Then in the reflections of the pool, I saw my dream, my Love, walking toward me.  Was this my sign?  Then my Love said to me,  “Go to the magnitudes; I will meet you there”.   The reflection began to fade.  But wait!  Where? Where? Where are the magnitudes?  A fading voice said, “Hunt for the magnitudes; you will find them.”

Do I revisit the bounds where I had searched before?  I somehow knew I must follow the consults of my deepest place of heart.  Rapturously, in a passionate fervent of thrilling breathlessness, tingles whirled a peace about me.  Somehow, someway, I was confident my search would not end in vain.  No wind of scatter would shatter my dream.  No impose, no matter how vast, would dismantle the splendor of my deserve.

I do not say there were not moments when my thoughts were ramshackled with contrives full of the murmurings and questions of tremble.  Perhaps, such can be understood that on a journey one passes scenery inspiring and also passes scenery not inspiring.

I know I am rugged of propose, yet in someways vulnerable.  I nevertheless know the destiny I seek is heaven-breathed.  Employ me at this time, O Lord, to solve my expose.  Let me not publish rattlings that grind out more rattlings.  Guide my pen, Lord, exquisitely with such a delightful word that the humming birds come to lead Love to Love for evermore.   

I have escaped the nowhere-to-go syndrome: choke has left my throat; glaze has left my eyes.  I prepare for transport to the magnitudes; the webs of undertakings galore are wrapped up and finished.  I muse at the effervescence that perfumes me.  An amazing theatric rises in me….. I am ready; yes, I am ready to manifest the true Love that is gifted by God.

My Love, I Love you; and I always will.  I have found the shine that shines with me.  I have found the magnitudes.

Happy forty-eighth anniversary, my dear wife.  I Love you.   

The Manifester Yada

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