December 11, 1981
Globe, Arizona
Aka is here.
“Where is Ray?”
Soul Ray stands with God.
Yes, we see thy need, and we shall answer in this manner,
and in this way. Glory be the name of the Lord, thy
God; glory be the name of Thy children, forever and ever.
We shall tell unto thee the parable of the farmer who
came unto a strange land. And there he found two other farmers, each trying to
select the best land for crops, and wheat of many types.
There were three parcels of land left. The first two chose
the bottom land, the best land for crops. The third farmer took what was left.
He worked the land and he moved the rocks. And after he
removed the rocks he built walls with them. In building the walls he built
dikes, dikes that would hold the water in, and dikes
that would release the water. And as each year went by his crops improved.
The two farmers from the lower lands could not understand
this. They had the best lands. Yet at times they were washed out; at other
times they had not enough rain, at other times too much. Yet the farmer who
farmed upon the hill, in a terraced manner, his crops grew better year by year.
So they went unto him, and they said, “When you arrived
here there was but the rocky land of the hill for you to farm upon, yet you did
not complain. You went about the task of terracing the land, and you grow the
best crops in all the land. How is this done?”
The farmer said unto them, “When we do the best we have
with what we have. You in the bottom land have stripped your land of all
vegetation, and therefore, when it rains the water has nowhere to go. You have
not placed the dikes necessary to control the water, nor to contain it during
dry periods.”
The other two
farmers looked upon this one, and said unto him, “How do you know all this?”
And the farmer who farmed the rocky land looked back unto
them, “For it is with joy of God I farm. The harvest is always abundant because
I shall tithe that which I have to tithe with, and the Lord, God, knows this,
and therefore, He has provided me with this wonderful piece of land which
requires much work, but greater yet are faith, the faith to know that God was
with me always.”
You have questions, ask.
“Thank you, Aka. [13-452-1] asks, ‘What is the cause of my headaches,
and what can be done to correct this problem?’”
Yes, we see thy need. First we should explain in this
manner, the inflammation of the nerve in itself is the direct cause of the
headaches. A great deal of this inflammation is the lack of the blood supply in
these. To go without, the system retains the pain substance. The nerves in the
back of the neck have become inflamed to the arthritic state, and yet the body
continues to cry out, “Warning, warning, for see, I am not well! Repair me!”
These to the parts necessary to repair
the body is locked up within the birth. They allow the doors to be
opened; they allow us to enter, allow us to convey messages. Many should think
the answer we have given you is not so. Whatever you give unto the Lord, He
shall give you tenfold, be it love, or money, or yourself.
You have other questions, ask.
“Thank you, Aka. The Publications Department has a question, ‘Is the 11th
Commandment, ‘Give to yourself that which is yours?’”
Give unto all things that that belongs
to them, to themselves. In that way, you shall be doing God’s work to all
three.
You have other questions, ask.
“There is
another question from the Publication Department, ‘Is the three-part outline
for the “Ten Commandments” pamphlet suitable, or would you like the material arranged
in some other manner? The material as arranged is, ‘Give unto God that which is
God’s,’ Commandments 1-4; ‘Give unto your brother that which is his,’
Commandments 5-10; the 11th Commandment, which they have down as, ‘Give unto
yourself that which is yours.’”
Yes, we see
thy needs. We should say, this is true.
You have other questions, ask.
“Thank you, Aka. [13-152-2] asks, ‘Do I have a gift, and how should I
use it?’ She says, ‘God bless you.’”
For God
created man and woman, and sent them both to multiply and inhabit the earth. We
say unto thee, unto these words....
Awaken soul Ray from his slumber now.
[Editor’s note: Numbers have been substituted with
names, locations and birth dates to respect privacy.]
Copyright © 1981 by A. Ray Elkins, Globe, Arizona
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