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Jewels of Truth Statements and Favorite Quotes of the Month
Season Greetings, A belated Happy Chanukah and a belated Happy Mawlid an-Nabi celebrating the Birth of the Prophet Muhammad as Glorious Peace is Upon Him. A warm festive impending Merry Christmas and towards the end of this year the week-long Happy Kwanzaa celebration as well. I try to be all-inclusive by faith as the beautiful endless Holy Spirit of God inhabits totality majestically by faith and Omnipresence. Today as an inclusive spiritual mystic and sage as a classical oracle of the Angels of the endless and timeless constant heavens. I wanted to share this month's December's "Jewels of Truth Statements" on the topics of Consequences 2,582; Fortune 2,583; and Christmas 2,585. As in the past channeled angelic wisdom statements I've been experimenting with automatic clairvoyant writing. By channeling the lesser deities of now Greek and Roman Mythology whom I consider being equally Angelic Souls. On the topic of Fortune is the Roman goddess of Fortuna otherwise in Greek Mythology known as Tyche. When we speak of Lady Luck she this Angel is it wings and all from historical statuary. Also, I seldom mention the angels of my personal retinue of my life whom I'm their ward. This Angel I call as Melody she is the Angel of (Good) Omens. She is the one that personally handles all my blessings as coincidences aside from any other angelic or minor godly presence of the heavens. I channeled her by automatic writing on the topic of Consequences as well. I just wanted to give you my loyal and new readers the backstory as the original inspiration for these spiritual inclusive compassionate writings. The last statement on Christmas is a playful one for anyone of all ages, that one was fun to write (ie channel in writing). May you enjoy these spiritual wisdom statements and may they uplift you by faith in the Grandiose Mysterious Creator God. Amen.
Consequences: 2582) As with each experience we come to encounter in the world. We pre-determine its meaning in a variety of judgments some of which are askew. Not every event we encounter largely in life shall be dire in origin. Some are merely prerequisites that must be offered first before all other consequences take shape. Here is the gist to understand the meaning of consequences at face value. Come with no preconceived notions, come here with no emotional or mental baggage weighing you down. Especially do not judge on appearances or intended posturing alone. The Unknown Mystery of Life as God is always present. Making our relative consequential reality bearable if not outright lucky as good news. Even in spite of stiff odds against us in happenstance upon this world. There comes a time to surrender in a spirit of good health when faith in God is involved. This is where Angels as just and good omens become revealed as a living grace. Not to erase the world but just to ease each individual transition before us with respect to all others included. When the faith is magical in God beyond just lip service. Here actions done in the right order relieve what would otherwise seem harsh in this turbulent world. To see the Face of the Divine Heavens in bad news is to reveal the Mystery of God to the Holy Light of Day. Meaning to see past the appearances of intimidating factors as bad news. Causes one to dwell in the House of the Lord God spiritually in good cheer in spite of frightfulness of alleged events. Not to be foolhardy or careless but to have a Conviction of Trust that the divine orders of the heavens are presently involved. That in the conclusion of such an exchange of events you'll be better than just alight in life. There is no need to front load yourself with anguish by second-guessing your every move or inaction. The exchange of events as conditions and encounters with people as known strangers is nothing to be feared. Here lays the Angelic Masters in control by your permission to be there truly with you as Guardians. To Love One and All into a fulfillment of the richness of Heaven on Earth. Amen. (Channeled Source: Melody, the Angel of (Good) Omens) ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
Fortune: 2583) When a blessing is realized then the heart rejoices truly without embarrassment. Here is welcomed good news where prior it was somber in occurrence. When a blessing is a resounding success it is often referred to as a Boon of Good Luck. When two or more blessings collide together in successive good and by just divine order a Miracle is born into the world. To recognize the handicraft of the heavens upon this mundane realm of the Earth. Is to awaken surely to your solemn divinity without pretenses. Here rests the juncture of goodness with genius simplicity. In order to carry forth the Will of God(dess) in all her / his beautiful endeavors. Not to rest upon one's laurels of past accomplishments. Many facets of the good news as the virtues and graces collide as the Angelic Presence of the lesser gods and goddesses. All working together like an orchestra at a grand concert showcase. For the public at large or well into private individual lives in the compassionate Glory of God. To see a blessing before it happens by faith in God and Trust of the Angelic Heavens. Reveals your very own angelic holy nature in the world as an Earth Angel. To witness the Glory of God before events as circumstances transpire. Reveals more than just your beautiful divinity but the fullness of the Will of God in and around us constantly. This welcomes good fortune to rest upon your shoulders as a herald of the Great Mystery of God in gentle humility in your sanctified conduct. Not to boast good deeds but to support their underpinnings as a bridge for a greater Glory of God many can venture forth effortlessly. The Stewards of Fortune as the Paradise of a celestial metaphysical heaven are masters of such a grace. As the heretofore lesser deities in God's Angelic Image and Likeness forever. I "Tyche as Fortuna" I'm one such steward of God out of an Infinite array of all other Creations simultaneously. I help the Essence of God to be molded and discharged as Boons of Good Fortune for the worthy regardless of faith tradition in the world. I also withdraw fortune from past recipients that have discredited their demeanor with injustice as well. You "Ivan the Atrayo" are our Earth Angel and we welcome you home in Heaven and of Earth. Amen. (Channeled Source: Fortuna Roman Goddess of Good Fortune and Angelic Lady Luck.) ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
Christmas: 2585) All the stars twinkle in the night's sky for a reason. Some would say it is the distance light travels constantly in motion. Others with a spiritual bent would remark it is the Infinite Wink of God for us all. A wink of approval when our hearts are aligned with the Will of God with good cheer in the world. Alas, when the world is naughty God squints in disbelief at the souls misbehaving. All have a reason usually to do good and evil in the world. It is not the reasons as intentions that matter most. It is actually the action in itself that harbors the most substance in the exchange of life abundantly. Those that act with respect and dignity towards not just the strong but also the weak and the vulnerable are noble in the Winking Eyes of God. As each star is but one of countless eyes of the Creator God of many universes. Yes, the Eye of God as the Stars is metaphorical, however, its beauty is no less diminished in truth. Much like the Jolly "Saint Nicolas" the generous Bishop of Myra, Turkey to children and families of all ages many centuries ago. His joy and compassion are a legend because the Spirit of God was very strong in him in a merry way. One does not need to be a saint in order to share the bounty of the Angelic Heavenly Host. We aren't foreigners to such a Kingdom or Queendom of God on this Earth. Each of us is native heirs to the Holiest One as Lord and Lady God(dess). As we give generously and lovingly it is of the Essence of God in the Soul of God we all share collectively. As the countless universes combined we are the Stars of Heaven reborn on this Earth. And we Wink back to Father / Mother God with a merry loving smile. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
=========================================== Grace is the ability to redefine the boundaries of possibility. ---Manning Marable. Listen to your life...touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments and life itself is grace. ---Frederick Buechner. I do not at all understand the mystery of grace-only that it meets us where we are but doesn't leave us where it found us. ---Anne Lamott. Only gratefulness, in the form of limitless openness for surprise, lays hold of the fullness of life in hope. ---Br. David Steindl-Rast. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms- this knowledge, this feeling, is at the center of true religion. ---Albert Einstein. Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 22 years of his life to the pursuit of clairvoyant automatic writing channeling the Angelic host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series of "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels inspired conceptual designs that are multifaceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 12 years plus online. Your welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.
things your muse would notice about mine: tyche !!
what they look like — while ty is a goddess of many attributes and faces , she's not necessarily multifaced . at least , not literally . she has rather feline features , true to her cat-like mercurial nature ; when she likes you , she'll play , and when she doesn't , she'll ... still play . just , against you . she's petite in frame and height , with hair that is usually a sunshiney blonde but can become black as pitch if she wishes . she's usually smiling , like she finds peace in all the world's whimsy and jokes , and she loves a spaghetti strap/strapless sundress or flowy long sleeve airy dress , and is usually wearing those in yellows , greens , browns , blues , and pinks .
what they smell like — ty is a clean girl , so she smells like rose and lavender soap , milk and honey lotions and dabs of creamy coffee perfume . but without any of that prep work , natural scent ? fresh cut grass that's laid in the sun for all afternoon , undercut with a little bit of masculine dark water .
what they sound like — she's got a lower register , a bit raspy at times , but her general demeanor is musical . she's often humming a song or old hymn , or a wordless tune that comes to her as she's composing it . she whistles , she clicks her tongue , she laughs , she cracks her knuckles , she twirls and dances and her bracelets clink together . she sounds like a good time , bubbly almost ; only almost , because just as quickly as her light is there , it can be replaced by shadow .
what they feel like — she feels surprisingly strong ; looking at her form , one would not expect much from her , but if she doesn't want to be moved , she will not be . aside from that , she feels warm , always sun-kissed , with smooth , freckled skin and glossy , smooth hair . she feels like a hug , like laughing so hard you choke , like the elation of success when you didn't expect it .
❛ personal is professional is personal when it comes to you , hermie wormie , ❜ she replies with a wink .
❛ i have a vested interest in a certain ridiculously costumed group completes their next objective flawlessly . i have use for one of them ; he's about to pull out , and then his daughter can take his place . i've been working with her , she's great , and gives good offerings , but if this goes south , he won't leave , and i won't get what i'm after , you know ? good . ❜
she adjusts in her seat so she's now facing him , head tilted , blonde hair over her shoulder and golden curb stomping boots giving her a bit of bite to the generally soft outfit . ❛ i'd love to help them , but i need alone time to do that . and my lovely assigned handler is going to keep me from doing that . where you come in is to keep her sufficiently distracted . i can't do it because that mixes things too much . so , what do you say ? i personally help your little crew , and you keep her busy so i can do so . you get your cut , i get my plant , everyone wins !! ❜
@faunisms asked: she's perched at his kitchen island , sipping her cappuccino made at his coffee bar . she's relaxed , one leg crossed over the other and a strawberry on a toothpick held between her thumb and forefinger as she hands it off to shelley (who is standing on said island) for her consumption . there's a blur of movement and she doesn't bother hiding a smile as one of her favorite young ones backtracks .
❛ surprise !! you need more grounds by the way . y' busy ? no ? great , i have a favor to ask . come come , sit . ❜ she pats the other barstool , inviting hermes to sit in his own kitchen . [ty to herm, modern full gods!]
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
Hermes had been looking forward to a homemade coffee for quite a while. Despite the many good coffee shops, nothing could beat his carefully curated set up at home. After a quick whizz around his house to see if his wife was home and wanted coffee (she wasn't and therefore didn't), he came to the kitchen and saw for himself the coffee dispenser pretty low. He frowns then turns to hear the goddess's voice. Immediately he shakes his head with a soft smile and still makes his espresso puck as he glances over at her.
"Oh you're spoiling my Shelley. She knows her mommy would never let her up there. And a strawberry?" He states pleased that Shelley was enjoying herself and preparing his coffee, turning to lean against the counter and watch her. And watch Shelley slowly consume her treat, standing on the forbidden island as if it was her throne. Tyche really was pulling out stops to convince him.
"I'll stay here until my coffee's done, but a favour? What kind? Personal?" He couldn't help the way his smile widened at that. Her partnership was rarely juicy gossip but hell he could try.
He put the puck into his eccentric espresso machine and got out one of those tiny mugs for the pure coffee and set everything up to brew.
"All right, spill it."
As she spoke her explanation, he would finish his coffee prep and wander over to her offered seat. If it was Tyche, then the reward for the favour may actually be worth the task. Even without negotiation. Maybe.
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re: not being multifaced , that is true for ty . yet there's still physical indications of whether you are getting eutychia (blonde, near-bubbly, sunshine-coded, goddess of good luck and good chances) or tyche (brunette, saccharine-smug, summer nights-coded, goddess of fate). hence why she often simply goes by ty ; easier to keep people guessing , especially before her internal sense of duty goes off and her hair reveals which aspect one is getting .
❛ oh the cut can be all yours . my cut will be future offerings from this daughter , ❜ she replies , grinning .
❛ but that can be discussed once it's a reality . and the use is in respect . and shiny offerings . she gave me gold shiny lip gloss !! ❜ she laughs , joyous .
❛ as for my handler , she does enjoy a philosophical debate . just don't let her get physical about it . if you wanted to really keep her occupied , you could drop by on a day when she'll see siblings . give her tea or be the tea , and she'll get caught in that when she sees the rest of 'em . guaranteed to make it last a little longer . or try to convince her to let you turn odds in her favor . that's a fun exercise , but now we're back to philosophy . you're good at talking in circles though , i think you could do it . ❜
she offers another little strawberry to shelley , dark hazel eyes watching hermes , wanting to see his response to this information .
"I dunno if I like that name for me, but okay." He gives her a skeptical look at that one particular nickname but settles in to listen to whatever errand or task she needed completed. Usually if it's her then it's something good or it's dealing with her girlfriend.
But as soon as she mentions the dramatic thieves, he leans in. Invested. Until then she drops that no he's not helping plan a heist, he is just distracting the girlfriend. Still though, the interest was there. And it would keep the group balanced, he had been worried about a tip in the scales with one less member. One blessed by Tyche would be more than enough!
He pretends to deliberate it, and does calculate his cut.
"Do you need some of the cut or is it all mine? Also any topics in particular the handler's particularly vulnerable to?" Of course he could distract like a pro but any insight was always welcomed. Makes his life just a little easier. Still, his mind was reeling with plans regardless.
"I'm glad you finally saw the use of my little band of wig-wearing bandits."
LV Fall 2011/JPG Fall 2011/Junko Shimada Spring 2009
SOFIA BOUTELLA in STREET DANCE 2 | 2012
“ I bet you taste like heartbreak. Young things always do. ”
ty chuckles , lips parted as nemesis draws closer . she can't help the desire to dig a little deeper , so she does , bringing up a situation that was more weird timing than a direct 1:1 consequence , but she's all for distorting the truth to benefit herself .
❛ are you so frustrated as to repeat last time ? ❜ she whispers , looking up at her .
❛ a global pandemic and that one election's insanity , i mean i'm fine to continue playing in the ripples of so-called consequences but if you want something bigger and better , all you had to do was ask , ❜ she drawls , hazel eyes dark with the blocked sun and her own emotional state .
@faunisms asked: ty lounges on her back , picnic blanket spread beneath her , purple and white against her soft brown jumper dress over a loose powder blue blouse . she's in perfect bliss , feeling like she got away with it — after all , if you want people to do the right thing , they must be rewarded !! so what if it also conveniently screwed people out of a lot of money ; it made her people even more !! and the people do love money .
oh , she loves sporting events for this reason . it's up to skill , sure , but ultimately chance !! she's in her rights .
the shadow that falls over her face makes her frown , manicured nails coming up to pull her earbud out as she opens her eyes , locking gazes with nemesis .
❛ ...i don't suppose you've become a 49ers fan in recent days ? ❜ she offers , meeting nem at least in the realm of why she could be here . [ty for nem, superbowl shenigans lmfao]
nemesis was a pretty thing, when she could ditch the scowl in favour of something more neutral. dark eyes, deep with wisdom. long black locks, shiny and sleek. a handsome face, perfectly balanced as she aimed for life to be.
unfortunately for tyche, today was not one of those days, and she stormed across the flower-filled field with a glare so venomous, the pretty things began to wilt as she passed. balance.
“i do not give a single shit about the 49ers.” nemesis hissed, arms folding across her chest while she continued to stare down at tyche. anger bubbled in her chest, but the goddess managed to swallow it down. now was not the time, and tyche was not the designated victim. “you know damn well why i’m here. you are meddling. you cannot keep your dainty fuckin' hands to yourself, and i’m always the one who’s gotta clean up your mess.”
she crouched, leaning forward until her and tyche’s faces were only a few inches apart. “i like getting my revenge, but i hate wastin’ my time with something as boring as football. give me something good, at least.”
she pouts at the way nemesis leans back , and instead rolls onto her front , chin in her hands and her knees bent , feet kicking in the air .
❛ i never claimed to be a champion of the people , i stopped representing the common folk a long time ago . ❜
she used to , in mortal's eyes , be representative of their common fate , their civil fortunes . she stopped caring for that narrative after she learned it would not remain so in the sands of time .
she hasn't embraced any group larger than a concert venue in well over 2,000 years .
❛ as for your demand for a text , what sort of business would i be in if i went around telling people what to expect ? hardly my forte , darling . ❜
she smiles up at her , all sweetness and mead . ❛ come now , don't be so hasty to anger . sit with me . and we'll talk about how i can get you what you want . ❜
anger twisted in nemesis' belly like a knife, and her glare only narrowed. the grass beneath them wilted entirely in her rage, and her shoulders shook with the force it took to keep herself contained. deep breaths, nem, that's the way.
"who the fuck would benefit from that, tyche? a bunch of rich assholes i have no chance at truly punishing? you're a real godsend, aren't you? a real champion of the fuckin' people." nemesis seethed. "that's not what i want, and you know it."
nemesis leaned back, suddenly finding the proximity a little too overwhelming. something about tyche was infuriating and intoxicating at the same time, and it made her head spin. "you could shoot me a text if you're going to fuck with things, maybe. at least then i'm prepared to dish out the consequences, 'kay? teamwork, and shit."