Once upon a time in the land where all things are possible there lived a child called God. This child was so beloved by Earth Mother herself that she pushed up into this child a light of such importance that only the child itself could imagine it. Because this child was free to imagine all that its heart desired, the child eventually came into a space of knowing that God is alive and within each to discover.

Soon, this child gave up trying to remember the past. It wasn’t easy because its ancestors insisted that the past was alive and living in the present making the future unclear. But the heart and mind of this child realized that the past could be laid to rest IF all were forgiven.

As time came pouring over this child, it reigned upon the Earth as if it were a God. It taught others to hear their hearts, seek The Light, listen with compassion, and stay still whenever possible. This child gave its beliefs to love and surrendered all it had to that love.

“Be home!” love sang to this child. “Be home!” So this child of God stood still and looked up. It reached as high up as its gentle loving eyes could reach, and still it reached some more. It created a ladder of strength unsung before, for as this child matured it knew it had to create a way home for all who would follow.

Come home for Christmas, each heart afire! Come home, for love is seeking you in this season of miracles. Come home and taste the fruits of love. Come home and reign upon this land as a dwelling of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Christ the King IS in each man and woman to discover. Unlit souls depend upon those who imagine that God IS in the flesh as well as Spirit for all to find. Remember your true nature as a God-Child. Dream the dream of all the dreams and put yourself in the center of the circle of love. Ask God to take you home for Christmas. Place a wreath upon your head and look up. Your crown of glory will be invigorated and soon a sudden light, a light so bright you cannot fully imagine it, will increase and your body will release the ancestors’ past which has chained you down – body, mind and soul.

Please, COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!

Love & Light,

LYNN SCOTT