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ArcticMission

So Good To See The Lights of My Father's Home Still Shining

I'm home after 11 year of life in the Far East. So much has happened in the past few days. It is essential that I make a detail record of what has happened in the past 5 days of my life. I have traveled from the comforts and trials of my past 11 years in the Far East to the comforts of my life in the Arctic among a people who look like me but with ways of life and thinking that are so alien to who I am that I may have well landed on a planet in a distant deminsion.


This mission, should you choose to accept it involves delivering critical medical supplies to immunized survivors of an 11 year plague in a remote arctic location. You will have little to no financial assistance, no knowledge of where you will stay or how you will eat. You will be expected to locate and secure a base of operations where the critical medical supplies must be delivered with essential timing to children unaffected by the infection.

 

This may sound like the opening line for the program  'Mission Impossable'  but the truth of the matter is, the above scenario is exactly where are at this time. Like the original program, much is covered in secrecy but for us it turns out to be much more mystery than secrecy. Our success with this mission depends upon receiving life saving information and acting on it from second to second; we are not permitted to know the details of mission plans outside of the day because foreknowledge of events are too great a temptation for actions that could spoil success.

 

We have allies in our efforts to facilitate the distribution of life saving medicine through blood transfusion. We have arrived from the Far East with a miracle life saving medicine from a unique blood sample. People who receive this Blood transfusion will not die from the infection; however the method for administering the transfusion was explained to me by an immunized survivor during a secret meeting today.

 

This survivor's story was so amazing. He had been infected with a toxin that nobody had a remedy for. He suffered internal hemorrhaging of his intestines and unable to receive nutrition from food. His body swelled up under the affects of the poison and later turned blue as his body became starved for oxygen. Finally doctors gave him up for dead and pulled the curtain once his pulse failed. This man lay there in his cold infected body finally able to access the Blood he needed to experience revival. Warmth came down from above and enveloped him and with it the sound of the heart monitor came on much to the shock of the doctors.

 

This fellow ally knew that the doctors would not believe how he escaped death's grip. Resting in the hospital bed he trusted in the simple knowledge that the internal Blood transfusion had saved him from what doctors considered hopeless.

 

In this mission to the arctic, there is a cell group connected to an ancient collective. These people stand guard over a protective field with access to the life saving procedure; however communication of methodologies is problematic. My fellow ally explained to me very carefully that this life saving procedure can only happen through a radiant power not limited by words or ideologies.

 

The process has begun by The Power that makes and moves stars which only little children can see and touch.  I do not know by what system or plan the power in the Blood transfusion will be distributed but it is certain that part of this miracle cure will be transmitted by the Word.

 

Here in is my first report from this Arctic Mission.

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It Begins In Light

 

English Lessons

from the days when

Meaning Was Conveyed Gracefully

 

As for thee, the Lord thy God hath not suffered thee so to do.--DEUT. xviii. 14.

 

 

Lord, for the erring thought
Not into evil wrought;
Lord, for the wicked will
Betrayed and baffled still;
For the heart from itself kept,
Our Thanksgiving accept.

W. D. HOWELLS.

 

 

What an amazing, what a blessed disproportion between the evil we do, and the evil we are capable of doing, and seem sometimes on the very verge of doing! If my soul has grown tares, when it was full of the seeds of nightshade, how happy ought I to be! And that the tares have not wholly strangled the wheat, what a wonder it is! We ought to thank God daily for
the sins we have not committed.

F. W. FABER.

We give thanks often with a tearful, doubtful voice, for our spiritual  mercies _positive_; but what an almost infinite field there is for merciesnegative! We cannot even imagine all that God has suffered us _not_ to do, _not_ to be.

F. R. HAVERGAL.

You are surprised at your imperfections--why? I should infer from that, that your self-knowledge is small. Surely, you might rather be astonished that you do not fall into more frequent and more grievous faults, and thank God for His upholding grace.

JEAN NICOLAS GROU.

 

 

 

 
 
 

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