The Noise Seeks Your Ego

 Janine, it is a new day and I am here awaiting our communion. Come and be held by your mother. Come and be loved with a love that holds no judgments or controls. You are of your design and learning of love and only love in deeper and deeper ways.

On the surface of the River of the I Am all may appear to be the same for it may appear to be just another day.

But, my child, as you arose this new day, you gave witness to the beauty of the newness of the day and it is like no other. You grow from your yesterdays and they are not wasted by following the noise. The noise lives on the surface and learns not for it is involved in only itself and the misguidedness of the ages.

The noise seeks to gather unto itself that it may gain power. The noise seeks your ego so that it may grow itself. But know this, Janine, the blustering of the noise can never go any deeper.

We walk to gather my children into the deeper parts of their being where the noise cannot live and where Jesus, the lifeblood of the River of the I Am, lives. Come and let us commune with Jesus. Let us sing the song of songs within our communion.