After our first storm this month, high sea winds blew the spent clouds eastward. It was a bright, sparkling day as I crossed over the top of Kirker Pass, at 968 feet elevation, and came upon a view of the Sierra Nevada range on the far horizon, clearly visible from a hundred miles away, snow covered peaks glorifying all creation. The edge of the next storm was held at bay by the sun in our valley all that day; then a black cloak of rain clouds, hung up and immovable at first over the East Bay hills, finally pushed in the next morning. In a grove of sycamores, whose yellow-brown leaves caught the sunlight so beautifully the day before, a huge flock of birds sang with wild abandon to each other; orchestrating their praise with the unheard songs of the angels, all joyously proclaiming glory.
“At the noontide birth of Jesus the seraphim of Urantia, assembled under their directors, did sing anthems of glory over the Bethlehem manger, but these utterances of praise were not heard by human ears.” (The Urantia Book, The UB, 122:8.5)
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.” Psalm 19:1
In so much discussion lately of our current politics, we perceive what to many of us looks like a power grab by the elite, the one percent seeking to consolidate their already nearly complete hold on the reins. Such bleak thoughts fill me with a terrible, abject loneliness, to see our planet so cut off from a universe where love rules. “The real universe is friendly to every child of the eternal God.” (The UB, 133:5.8)
“It is the purpose of this spirit to destroy the believer’s feeling of orphanhood. Jesus having been among men, all believers would experience a sense of loneliness had not the Spirit of Truth come to dwell in men's hearts.” (194:2.2)
I used to believe the Spirit of Truth ended our feelings of orphanhood on a personal level only, comforting us on a soul level but I had a new insight. This same Spirit of the Creator Son, this incredible gift of Michael, also annuls the feeling of planetary loneliness. I experience the truth of wisdom teachings that there are planetary supervisors watching over us, along with so many spiritual helpers, seeking every possible good for a suffering humanity, and this uplifts me, comforts me, gives me hope.
“When the worlds have become ripe for spiritualization, the bestowal Son arrives. These Sons always belong to the Magisterial or Avonal order except in that case, once in each local universe, when the Creator Son prepares for his terminal bestowal on some evolutionary world, as occurred when Michael of Nebadon appeared on Urantia to bestow himself upon your mortal races. Only one world in near ten million can enjoy such a gift; all other worlds are spiritually advanced by the bestowal of a Paradise Son of the Avonal order.” (52:5.2)
“Misfortune has not … been the sole lot of Urantia; this planet has also been the most fortunate in the local universe of Nebadon.” (76:5.7)
As we approach another celebration of “the annual festival of Mithras, December 25th,” (98:5.4) I am truly thankful, remembering the gift Michael gave to the world at the end of his bestowal life as Joshua Ben Joseph, Jesus of Nazareth. “I will not leave you desolate (180:4.1).” “My spirit shall go before you and I will be with you always (193:1.2).”
