Precious one, Hatonn here in the Light of the Radiant One. I am pleased and filled with gratitude as you ones have birthed a book (Phoenix Journal #2?) of Truth and knowledge from conception to delivery in only one of your weeks. This kind of a project can only be completed on your plane, by teamwork and all participating in the effort.
Those who have not been in participation have told us more than you might guess. Ones felt inadequate that their talents are not sufficient to the task. I am going to tell you something that is going to displease most of you—ALL BEAR THE SAME TALENTS FOR IN THE FULLNESS OF YOUR DATA BANKS ALL CARRY ALL. IT IS RATHER THAT YOU DO NOT EXERCISE A GIVEN TALENT.
WHAT IS YOUR PERSONAL SOUL TICKET HOME? HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET ONE OF THOSE FLIGHT TICKETS INTO SAFETY, SECURITY AND THE PRESENCE OF HIGHER FORMS? HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET OFF THIS EXPLODING PLANET? WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO GOD? ARE YOU MORE INTERESTED IN “YOU” THAN ANYONE ELSE? DO YOU LOVE ENOUGH TO PUT YOUR LOVED ONE, OR YOUR NEIGHBOR, ON THE CRAFT AND YOU WAIT BELOW? DO YOU WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUR NEIGHBOR AND THEN YOU WILL ACT? ARE YOU GOING TO BE LEFT AT THE DEPARTURE GATE?
It is time for some simple and blunt truths. See if any of them apply to YOU!
Do you wait to give, or offer, in desperate hopes that your talent or your material goods will not be needed, after all? Do you wait until YOUR brother is to his final “straw” and then cause him to be a beggar TO you? Do you wait and then say, “I would have helped, why did you not come to me?” Do you assume someone else will do IT and somehow another will figure a way? Are you afraid that if you give once, you will be asked to give again? Are you so wrapped up in your own portion that you have no vision for another’s? Do you not read and get informed for you fear to hold the knowledge? After you hold the knowledge, do you pretend to be confused and confounded in the pretense of “unknowing”? Do you argue a point in hopes of dissuading another from his truth? DO YOU SIMPLY EVADE, AT ALMOST ANY COST, RESPONSIBILITY AND PARTICIPATION? WHAT DO YOU DO TO AVOID DOING YOUR JOB WHILE HOPING SOMEONE ELSE WILL ALLOW YOU ABOARD ON THEIR TICKET? SO BE IT!
YOU GET YOUR TICKET THROUGH GRACE, BOUGHT BY YOUR FAITH AND YOUR WORKS THROUGH THAT FAITH. INDIVIDUAL—ONE TO ONE. EVEN IF YOU ARE A QUADRAPLEGIC IT WILL BE THROUGH YOUR THOUGHTS IN PRAYER FOR ANOTHER’S WELL BEING AND NOT FROM YOUR “SITTING” AND “WAITING”. Anyone of meager education can proof read a paper or write a letter to a paper. Anyone who can reach the level of a copy machine, can copy documents. Anyone with twenty dollars can purchase a case of paper for the machine. Anyone who drives into the city can furnish a courier service. Anyone can raise funds among friends to purchase stamps and paper for the lessons. So be it, the list is endless—yes, the list is endless— infinite, but what is it you want the Father to do for you?
If you ran an aerospace industry and would give one ticket to an employee on a shuttle to the moon and back—which employee would you choose? The one who sits and waits for another to build the ship, pay the fees, waits for “his job” to fall upon him, and/or only “checks in to see how the craft is coming together?” Or would you choose the one who worked diligently every possible minute and the one who makes sure the craft will operate in total integrity and safety—perfection?
Now a hard one—how would you feel about that craft if you knew the whole world on the ground was going to blow away—and that ship was your only way out? BROTHERS, THOSE SHIPS ARE THE ONLY WAY OFF!! THE ONLY WAY!! FURTHER, THE COUNTDOWN TO LAUNCH IS UNDERWAY!! MORE PAIN AND MISERY: THE ONLY WAY TO INSURE YOUR OWN TICKET IS TO CARE ENOUGH TO KEEP GIVING YOUR TICKET AWAY TO YOUR BROTHER OR SISTER, FOR EACH TICKET YOU GIVE AWAY IN TRUTH OF INTENT IN LOVE, INSURES YOUR PASSAGE, NO MORE AND NO LESS. YOU CANNOT CLUTCH YOUR TICKET AND CLOSE AWAY THE OTHERS, LEST YOUR TICKET MELT IN THE HEAT OF YOUR HANDS.
The I, ME, MY, MINE Syndrome will leave so many waving good-by. Your own egos will keep you grounded among your “things” and “stuff”. Well, if the fire is hot enough, any “thing” will burn—it only needs an ignition temperature. You cannot take those “things” nor that “stuff” with you, brothers, and the trip is in thy immediate future—I would seriously consider divesting it while it can serve some purpose and get a few tickets tucked away for your friends and families. There is plenty of room aboard but if ones don’t know there is a trip, how can they be aboard? Or, will the instructions (Phoenix Journal) sit at the printers awaiting distribution funding? Ah yes, Oberli (E.J.Ekker) will finally find a way; but then, Oberli already has his ticket, why should he purchase yours?
Oh, yes, Hatonn forgets—“Pay me up front, let me first check out the ship and crew, let me see if I like the
color of the crew, especially, let me check the instructions and see if I want to follow them—etc., etc., ad nauseam.” If you have ever felt “tested” and “set-up” in your past, it is naught compared to your “set-up” now for you are to the final minutes of your ball game. The two-minute warning has sounded and the clock is running with no more time-outs available to either side—it is drown or swim time. God has the life-boat, we have some water wings and safety nets, but YOU HAVE TO BUILD THEM! DO YOU KNOW HOW? DO YOU CARE HOW? WELL, YOU HAD BETTER CARE, FRIENDS! In the words of Little Crow: “Ain’t nobody gonna do it for you; it’s just you and me brother—just you and me!”
Ones seem to feel, to the point that even Oberli feels it, that these two ones are the funding source for the entire world to survive and build. This is an information center; a communication center and all ones are to give the same amount of time in any given segment of “day”—how much of that day is given to Lift Off? How much is actually given to your own Soul?
Hatonn keeps “threatening you”? No, ’tis up to you. I keep telling you how it is and you don’t want to hear or see! I sit on a beauteous, nine-hundred-meter command ship with every imaginable technical gadget that man could even imagine—why would I threaten you? I do hold some tickets aboard but they are issued according to intent, cooperation and trust, for I want no dead bodies aboard my craft, and it is not as simple as your evangelists tell you to get up here, in a light beam. The major problem is the number of already dead ones walking around on your planet, drinking with the boys, a little drug here and there to dull your perception, a bit of sex for a split second of pleasure—you want pleasure? You should try a little fourth dimensional energy exchange! No brother, I want no dead bodies aboard my ship! If you come aboard, you come willingly, eagerly, wide awake and alert, and eager to carry your load and participate in what needs doing—anything and anywhere—aboard the ships. You will be tended but you will be sharing responsibilities and wondrous activities. You are not going to drift around on some clouds—somewhere out there—with your feet stuck in milk and honey mudpot before the mudpack is beyond removal.
I care not if I seem harsh and prodding to you. Do you wish to live or perish? That is your choice. But you see, there are millions who want to live and they have to find out how that can be—they have to have Truth, guidance and instructions and they are the ones my crew pleads for. I need naught from you for myself—I have a universe—what have you?
You don’t wish to believe? I care not! So don’t believe–but you better think about it most carefully. Those who arrive last in line for the tickets will also be last aboard. You want a display, proof by touching or seeing our ships—“Just give us proof”? How about a good old nuclear bomb for proof? How about a good old ten-point-two earthquake? Why do you always just want the proof of our presence? We only want you because we love you. WE NEED YOU NOT AT ALL! THE SOLAR SYSTEM DOES NEED THE MOTHER EARTH—NOT YOU! PERHAPS IT IS TIME YOU START PROVING SOMETHING TO GOD! HE AND CREATION PROVIDED YOU WITH A WORLD UPON WHICH TO EXPERIENCE AND GAVE YOU, YOURSLEF, LIFE WITH WHICH TO EXPERIENCE—WHAT DO YOU GIVE BACK TO HIM AS “PROOF”? SO BE IT!
Frighten you—nudge you—push you? Oh, you who think yourselves so wise and smart; you shall be the first to fall in your foolishness. Oh, the pity of it, the sad pity of it.
Well, “A prophet in his own country is denied.” “An artist in his own time is not accepted.” —An author is his or her own town is not attended—where from comes those books of interest (Phoenix Journal) you ones cling to and pass around? Just as naught comes forth from this location, it is that man in this location can also have a chance at accepting Truth if he buys it and knows not the author. Better look very carefully at the opportunities you pass by in ignorance. Perhaps that $21.00 screen door on Dalene’s room would have purchased your ticket!!! It shall keep the insects from my child when it is birthed.
I COME IN MANY WAYS THAT YOU KNOW NOT! I COME AS A THIEF IN THE NIGHT WHEN YOU EXPECT ME NOT! AND MORE, I SHALL COME IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT! SO BE IT AND SELAH!
You cannot know that which purchases your ticket. Perhaps it is the peach you bring to Dharma, the night you work all night in behalf of your brother’s ability to have information, the brakes you adjust on your brother’s car or the clutch you repair; or, perhaps it is the “thank you” for a glorious day given to you—but you can be sure it will be through gifting and giving and graciously and humbly receiving that the ticket will be available. There must be pride in accomplishment; there must never be pride in “I did it all myself, look how wondrous I am!” The latter pride goes just as you wave good-by to my craft.
I am told by some of you that I should be nicer to you. Oh, I should just sympathize with your perceived hardship? Brothers, standing in molten lava and melted sidewalks is my idea of requiring sympathy—not that you did not get your eight hours of dream-time last night.
Don’t tell us bad stories, Hatonn, they make me unhappy and uncomfortable and Baba says all I have to do is “BE”. So “BE”, I just hope you enjoy the hotfoot! I just hope you enjoy your whirlwind of energy vapors as you sit in your purple garb on a mountain top in a ring of “medicine” rocks; just better hope that rocks make it down the mountain, when it shakes, rattles and rolls, before you, rather than coming down atop your brains. LITTLE SLEEPY HEADS, YOU ARE INTO THE REVELATION’S FINAL PROPHESCIES AND YOU NEED TO BE TENDING YOUR SURVIVAL GEAR AND FOODS FOR YOUR TUMMIES AND PROJECTS WHICH WILL ALLOW REBUILDING OF A WORLD. YOU HAVE BEEN MISLED—TO “BE” IS GOING TO CAUSE YOU TO PERISH AND I CARE NOT WHO TOLD YOU OTHERWISE! IF YOU PRESENT ME TO THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU SUCH, I SHALL BE HAPPY TO DISCLOSE HIS ERRORS—FACE TO FACE. I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT, THAT ONE WILL DISCOUNT ME TO YOU AND AVOID AT ALL COSTS (LIKE YOUR LIFE) SUCH A CONFRONTATION!
IF YOU CANNOT SEE THE SIGNS OF EARTH ATMOSPHERE CHANGES, THE INCREDIBLE CRISIS IN THE MIDDLE EAST AND HOLY LANDS, THE CHANGES IN TEMPERATURE AND SEASON, THE CRIME AND EVIL ENCOMPASSING YOU, THE INABILITY TO PAY YOUR NATIONAL DEBTS—YOUR WORLD IS BANKRUPT AND YOU IN IT, BIGGEST OF ALL! IF YOU CANNOT SEE IT, BROTHERS, YOU ARE BLIND AS THE PROVERBIAL DOOR NAIL. YOU ARE IN IT! YOU HAVE ‘PROOF’ IN THE VERY AIR YOU “TRY” TO BREATHE. YOU ARE A TERMINAL CIVILIZATION AND YOU GO TO YOUR DEATH SO, LIKE A HERD OF SHEEP TO A CLIFF.
OH, YOU BELIEVE YOU’LL “GO WITH” THE OLD TIME SPACE COMMANDER THAT TELLS YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR AND HOLDS HANDS, CHANTS AUMS, SINGS LOUD SONGS OF NATURE AND SPENDS YOUR SHEKELS ON ENTRY FEES TO THE SEMINARS? SO BE IT, FOR I WILL NEVER TELL YOU A LIE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT “YOU” WISH TO HEAR. TRUTH IS WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE AND YOU ARE PEOPLE OF THE LIE; YOU HAVE BEEN RAPED, DEAR ONES, RAPED AND PILLAGED, POISONED AND DELUDED—IS IT NOT YET LONG ENOUGH THAT YOU HAVE PAID SO DEARLY?
OLD BAD NEWS HATONN; SO BE IT AND SELAH. IF YOU HAVE EARS, TRY HEARING; IF YOU HAVE EYES, TRY SEEING. IF YOU HAVE NEITHER, YOU HAVE MY PRAYERS FOR YOUR SOUL.
I go now to stand-by, let Oberli rest as he worked on the project all of your night. Ranos needs rest for recovery also. Dharma, you must spend time with me this day that we can begin our next document. No, not much rest for the weary—you can rest for eons and eons–out there somewhere! I request that the men in this group all support your Property Owners Association this evening. It is the men I want participating; I actually prefer Dharma not be yet involved—hers will never again be to chit-chat with the ladies—I’m sorry, Dharma. Your life portion is not to be of that mold on this journey. I cannot risk it, chela. You ones simply do not come to acceptance at what a target she is. Let us move a bit farther down the path before we compromise her welfare. No profile at all is the best low profile you can conjure. I plead that you not be foolish. You men could be conjuring up a bit of community support, however, for this property situation. I told you this would be tried in the public—I meant it. You ones pass a lesson to yourself and forget it. No, I usually mean that which I present to you. INSTRUCTIONS ARE WORTHLESS ON THE SHELF WHILE YOU PONDER WHAT YOU NEED DO TO FIX A THING. YOU WOULD BE SO WISE TO REVIEW AND RESEARCH THE OLD INSTRUCTIONS AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY OF INACTION RATHER THAN SIT AND AWAIT MORE AND NEW ONES. SO BE IT AND AMEN.
SALU, SALU, SALU
IN THE LIGHT OF GOD AND THE CREATION, I MOVE TO STAND-BY.
I AM THAT I AM, I AM HATONN.
[NOTE: The above message was given to the Contact Newspaper staff, who were laboring together at Tehachapi, California in 1989 to produce the Phoenix Journals. They had just completed one that very week, but there was dissention among the staff.
Yet, this message contains TRUTH that is timeless and applies to us TODAY.. May you “see” and “hear” and heed this TRUTH from Creator God Aton/Hatonn! [PHB]
**Channel: Anne Bellringer