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Michael - Question- What Is Beauty - Apr 13, 2011 - Monjoronson.com Paul Conklin, Trenton, NJ

[Preface from the Transmitter:  Dear Friends, Our Master Son just shared a beautiful message with me.  Sometimes we don't see the beauty that resides in the hearts of each one of us.  It may be due to genetics or our environment.  It may be due to the fact that we live on a world of rebellion.  Our Master Son views us as beauties.  Maybe we need to start believing it.]

Christ Michael
What Is Beauty?

Dear child this is your Father Michael.  You have reached a plateau of sorts.  It is like you were in the wilderness separated from all of your loved ones.  Out in the wilderness you were unaware that there were so many cheering you on.  You felt alone and vulnerable.  You were like a ship out on a storm tossed sea.  Then in your heart you felt it.  You felt the soft murmurings of truth, beauty and goodness.  These murmurings raised in volume as you found me my child.

I am after all, connected to all of my children.  I am ever giving out those signals that will connect me to my children.  How I long for them to discover me.  For I am deep within their hearts as I am deep within your heart.  I am like a painting hanging in the Louvre.  When you pass by me you stop to look and admire the work in front of you.  You continue on in the gallery, but something draws you back to that picture.  There is something there that touches your heart.  You stare and you stare.  You can’t quite put your finger on it.  What is it that draws you here?  You rack your brain to make some sense of it.

Then it dawns on you.  It starts out subtly at first, then its crescendo increases.  Standing before you is beauty.  Beauty personified.  Beauty personified in a picture.  That picture speaks to you in a way that you are unable to define.  But as you know my child a painting is a mere reflection of reality.  Is a painting more beautiful than the painter?  For who is it that mixed the paints and formed the image?  For who is it that brought that painting to life?  The painting is a mere image of the one that created it.  For behind that image is beauty in motion.  Beauty that lives.  Beauty that thrives.

Do you see where I am going with this my child?  There is One at the center of all things.  He is beauty personified.  You would be unable to capture His beauty in a canvass of mixed colors and oils.  If some artist attempted to capture His image on canvass, beauty would be frozen in time.  Yet, the Eternal One lives in the realms of infinity.  So, if you cannot capture His beauty in a material canvass made from the elements of time, how can you capture His beauty?

If you realize that you are mere reflections of his beauty, of His glory, you will start to understand.  You are like that painting hanging upon the wall at the Louvre.  People come by and they look at your picture on the wall.  They are intrigued, yet they feel that something is missing.  Something is missing because beauty has become crystallized.  Beauty has become frozen in time.  There is no way to move forward.  This picture stays forever as the image that is before you.  But what if that picture was not crystallized?  What if that picture was moving?

Beauty is constantly in flux, constantly in motion.  Have you ever watched a butterfly flap its wings?  You see as it flits from flower to flower.  You watch as it effortlessly prevails against the currents.  It lands on a flower and extends its proboscis to extract the sweet nectar from that flower.  Beauty lands on a flower to extract sweetness.  But if an artist attempted to paint that picture of the butterfly on the canvass then beauty would be frozen.  Beauty would be crystallized.  Because true beauty is lived.  True beauty is what we are all becoming day by day.  This true beauty cannot ever be captured upon a canvass of materials born from the worlds of space and time.

You may say my child that the Father’s beauty simply is.  There is no way to capture that beauty for His beauty is in constant flux.  His beauty flows through the channels of space transforming  itself into whatever that particular moment calls for.  You won’t find the Father’s beauty hanging upon the walls of the Louvre for such beauty defies anyone’s attempts to define it.  That beauty defies anyone’s attempts to capture it.

But what about you my children?  Are you beauties in the making?  Are you like a butterfly that flits from flower to flower seeking nourishment?  Are you like the wind that flows through the trees providing comfort for overheated denizens below?  Are you like a beautiful melody that invades one’s soul?  I tell you my children you are that and so much more.  For if I were to paint your image then that image would be frozen in time.  That painting would be a mere reflection of what you truly are on the inside.  For your beauty is in motion, it is in flux.  Day by day, month by month and year by year your beauty increases.  Such attempts to snare your beauty has been met by abject failure.

Do you understand my children, do you understand?  You are becoming beauties in your own right.  You are not mere reflections of the Infinite One’s beauty, you are beautiful in your own right.  You are like paintings come to life.  You are beauty personified.  When people pass you by they stop and they stare.  There is something there that is indefinable.  There is something there that is so beautiful.  Then it hits them.  Ah, I know.  You are God’s presence.  What you say?  You are God’s presence.  For in God’s presence there is beauty.

Do you see now children, do you see?  Do you understand what it means to fuse with a fragment of the Infinite One?  Right now there seems to be two of you on a separate journey.  You identify yourself with a particular name and a particular residence.  But as the magnanimous effects of that beauty works within your heart you desire to become beauty.  Day after day, month after month, and year after year you attempt to paint your life on  canvass.  You think that you are separate from the One.  Then the colors are blended just right.  You step back and admire your work.  But this work is a living work.  This work of art is alive!  This work of art is you!  This work of art is you!

When the patrons of the Louvre pass you by they can no longer distinguish you from the beauty that exists in the Eternal One.  They say, I am in the presence of the Eternal One.  They are unable to make a distinction.  When the colors of the Infinite One are blended with your colors a work of art is produced.  A living work of art.  My dear, dear children, I just described for you the process of fusion in a poetic way.  When the beauty of the Eternal One matches your beauty then the two fuse.  The two shall become as One.  They no longer look at you as a person with a name from a particular world, culture or race.  They forevermore look upon you as the presence of God.  A perfect blend of the divine with the mortal.  A love story for the ages.  A love story memorialized in the living personification of beauty.

Those soft murmurings of truth, beauty and goodness live within your heart now.  You are the presence of God on your world.  That is how I see you child.  That is how I see all of my children.  You are beauty that lives.  You are beauty that thrives.  You are beauty in constant motion.   I stop and I stare.  Is there anything more beautiful?  For if I tried to paint your picture and hang it in the Louvre I would not be doing you any justice.  What is beauty my children?  You are beauty!  You are beauty!  You are beauty!  That is what I see when I look at you.  A living breathing masterpiece that I hang on the walls of my heart.  For when I look at you I see the presence of God in you.  I cannot separate the two.  My dear, dear beauties, be in my peace.
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