2019-04-17-His Fabled Legions

Session 1

Orion: “ . . . let me put it to you this way: We, all of us listening in, are well and truly ahead of you all. And that is why I want to take you up on the offer of working with you and with your friend. You see, very much in the vein of which you worked with Midwayers, Cherubim and others during all these years, ‘this friend of yours’ may have the opportunity to work with me or one of my extended family. Just as your Teacher, Samuel, collaborated with the chief of Panoptia’s Life Carriers in the re-design of fruit, so your friend can work with one of my brothers or with me.

“Let me tell you now that you all and as a population are on the cusp of monumental changes and one of those changes, improvements, and most wonderful developments will be a work ethic that will soon as a matter of cause include a Celestial among your work teams as well as with individual workers. And, no, they won’t simply tell you what you want to know or what to do. In almost all instances you will come up with the potentials, but your ‘spirit helpers’ will be able to affirm your theories or say if you are on the right track. As you personally did on many occasions before the turn of this century, your friends and students will come to belong to one of ‘His Fabled Legions’ of operators.

“It is well understood by both sides, my son, by both human and spirit, that you are a purely evolutionary breed and that you are responsible for your own progress, entirely, but for a scant little bit of important guidance. As well, it is clear that your spiritual deftness lingers far behind your wordly and mechanical progress. However, should your inroads into the secrets of eveyday life come to blossom extraordinairily, your spiritual outlook will hardly wilt in such circumstances. Remember this for all time; there is a limit to the degree a civilization will progress whilst this civilization’s spirituality lags behind.

“Truly, my student, it is so that the Father wins every time. It may be sooner, it may be later, but inevitably the Father wins. And so His Fabled Legions of men, women and Celestials of diverse kinds will all win with Him.

“I greet you for now and advise you to encourage the student to seek cooperation with us in her taking on such a challeging task.”

George: “We thank you, Orion, and all of your friends listening in.”

Session 2

Orion: “ . . . that there are differences between what was made to happen to you in the final years before the end of the last century and what is proposed now. The “His Fabled Legions” proposal has everything to do with a plan, with a design and with a well-thought-out routine of sequential triggers. Your earlier introduction to the same was entirely happenstance, both you and the lecturer fell into it and what was organized about it was done in a flash. Still, you don’t need me to relate that story. You lived it, so tell it.”

George: “In the last years of the twentieth century, aged 57, I had taken on a full work-load at my university and abnormal psychology was part of that work-load. Two or three months earlier, in February 1997, I think, I had paid just $1.00 for a pre-loved Urantia Book at a library sale and recently I had found the article that explained how calcium molecules ride the sunbeams out of the sun and out all over the universe.

“Now, about April or May of 1997 one of our psychology lecturers was talking about how cerebral neurones ‘drink up’ cerebral fluid and push the same fluid out again each time they fire. That cerebral fluid is a soup with many ingredients including calcium. Soup with its ingredients go into the cerebral neurone and soup with its ingredient come back out. Do they? No, not quite all the calcium molecules come back out. A minute number of the microscopic fractions of stone stay behind and fashion themselves like hundreds of tiny party-hat-shaped crystals to the inside walls of the neurones.

“It was my guess that the mere trickle of calcium molecules that stayed behind in the cerebral neurones were not debris but building material for the little cones that represented the biological aspect of our human memory through their ability to vibrate. Unheard sounds were our reminders of everyday events. It’s what I thought, but I did not know until I asked you in 2000 through your servant, Rick Giles in Idaho and you said it was correct.”

Orion: “Indeed, my friend, we played you ever so keenly on this wild sample of “His Fabled Legions.” Those of the future will be well planned, not haphazzard at all. Let us have your thoughts and cooperation long into your old age. Au revoir.”

George: “We thank you, Orion, and we greet all your friends that are listening in.”