Along with a message you see
The angels send the melody
The words the Spirits provide
Here sit I the vessel that types
For you see it is I that has access to the internet
Today they say to me the message is mine to bring
Melchizedek took me once a trip to “the place of all possibilities” and showed me with instantaneous proof that it was so. You see I am a body and in this time space reality, so I must see proof. Folks who know me ask what will happen next, what is the outcome of this action, Etc. I used to try to say, because it is often that I know. Melchizedek came again and we went to “the place of all possibilities” and he spoke to me of how our desire to be sure of the outcome before we act, limits us to probabilities only. I came back from there, understanding that when you must know the outcome before you act, and therefore act in the place of probabilities you deny yourself the miracles. So my friends the next time you feel the need to line all your ducks in a row and circle the wagons before you choose, stop a minute. Just a minute and mourn the miracle you just denied yourself.

Miracles to you
The Typist