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Authors from 5th Dimension Share Amazing Prayer to Transform Your Life!

Why experiment with saying this amazing Prayer of Pure Goal Words nightly?

Because it’s given to you and me by Ascended Masters who know exactly what EVERY human being on Earth wants and needs now:

A Sacred Prayer that fits every religion & spiritual path–
it’s infinitely useful.

A Sacred Prayer that invokes & opens for you and me–
for every person–
the Highest Powers that EXACTLY fit our private capacity to grow more fully and happily!

A Sacred Prayer that’s intimately personal, completely practical–
one that when you use it, will bring you remarkable results:

YOUR SACRED PRAYER OF PURE GOAL WORDS

“Divine Master of All, Creator of Any and All — Sacred Creature of All Creation’s Power, Truth and Oneness, grant me this day, access to these educational tools suitably matched for my own highest soul growth today.

“Grant me this entrance tool into my own higher dimensional, highest destiny advancement phases in harmony within the sacred sphere of this Heavenly Earth.

“Grant me full access to any and all Divine Ray Influences most potently to be applied to my soul’s development at this time.

“Show me in this perfect Ray of spiritual advancement, what to do, how to live a purposeful life, how to awaken any destiny gifts you have prepared before me to accept in this powerful time for soul advancement.

“Make these and my soul families’ experience upon Earth be a fruitful gift of your love pouring into mine and all our lives as well as we can do.

“Guide these soul-ray-structure alignments within my conscious being, in harmonious accord with all other human beings upon this Earth at this very moment.

“Let us all be blessed in the common human goal of advancing love, light, peace, wisdom, prosperity upon this Holy Earth in your most Sacred Name, Amen.”

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Please put this Living Prayer into action tonight.
Do you dare to let revolutionary AND self-affirming changes enter your life?

You’re welcome to share your results.
Do you think this prayer is nonsense?
Inscrutable?
Genuinely inspired?

You’ll only know by doing.
Peace & Happiness to you.

Used with permission from The Crystalline Ones, higher-dimensional authors working to share revolutionary Divine Wisdom In Action. See their channeled documents, including the surprising 2011-2012 Divine Codes Update, at Divine Code Rule Number One.

Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011

Prophecy: Iranian Misfits Plotting Air Nuclear Attack on USA?

A NEW PROPHECY:

While in clear meditation at St. Paul’s Chapel, NYC–

which miraculously survived the 2001 collapse of the WTC Towers that had loomed almost overhead–

during the overnight labyrinth walk hours leading into September 11, 2011–

while as a volunteer I provided healing prayers for anyone who approached the main altar for help–

my clear, relaxed mind suddenly flashed repeatedly with these words:

“PERSIAN WAR BIRD”.

At that, a gigantic iron, almost Teutonic-looking bird of prey slammed its claw down through St. Paul’s roof, down through the ceiling–

but couldn’t reach the floor’s beautiful labyrinth pattern laid out in canvas that people were walking in meditative journey.

Instead, its writhing claw got hopelessly stuck in the ceiling.

Next I heard:

“(The Persian War Bird) . . . cannot destroy the building.” (symbolizing America)

This “Persian War Bird” (of Iran) was replaced by a grim vision of Iran’s vast innocent multitudes, of her common folk and pro-democracy demonstrators looking fearfully up at the skies, pleading in terror with outstretched hands towards USA:

“Please do not destroy our nation!” the Iranian people cried (meaning, via nuclear or other military retaliation).

. . . Later, a possible area in USA sensed as the focal point of this Persian War Bird’s (aerial?) attack was New Jersey, which unfortunately does, by the way, house toxic nuclear reactors.

Later attunement indicated any attack probably would be a solitary attempt, “inspired” by 9/11 to try to wreak havoc from the air.

(We hope the NRC–the Nuclear Regulatory Commission–has been honest with us, that our nuclear power plants are in fact as safe & well-protected against terrorists as they claim.

We also hope EVERY nuclear power plant in USA gets DISMANTLED within 10 years. Replaced by a sane, healthy, unlimited fusion energy power plant, but that is another story.)

I’ve held back this unsolicited prediction for over a month, but now feel compelled to voice it.

Why?

Because during these last few weeks, Iran has been accused of plots to assassinate the Saudi ambassador in Washington, D.C. and blow up cargo planes with dirty bombs, etc.

Also because the Pentagon is now wrestling with this tough question:

What would be an adequate, effective yet measured response against any further insane Iranian terrorist plans?

It appears that We the People of United States and the World possess unlimited power through focused meditation and prayer–

We are STRONG ENOUGH both to NEUTRALIZE any lunatics’ possible crazy terrorist plots against anyone, anywhere–

and to INFLUENCE the Pentagon’s warlords to act with relative calm and restraint in the name of human decency.

Please join me in meditating at least one minute, every day, for a PEACEFUL REVOLUTION–
for a peaceful MIRACLE–
for all mankind.

Thank you.

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. . . The last strong clairvoyant image I received heading into midnight of 9/11, was set in the year 2032:

I saw smiling young people peacefully tear down the walls of St. Paul’s Chapel. This heroic, historic church was replaced by a magnificent ornate palace.

Powerful symbolism?

2032 repeatedly comes up as a PIVOTAL CHANGE YEAR in the destiny of NYC & USA.

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Peace and Happiness to you,
–Rev. Scott Ufford,
Psychic Philosopher

Raw 9/11/2001 WTC Memorial Poem: YOU DIED

A raw memorial poem I wrote in NYC in 2001 immediately after destruction of the World Trade Center & the slaughter of 4,000:

YOU DIED.

My heart is ripped open.
Gouged open.
I am in shock.
I am grief.

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My brain is pounding pounding
My pulse is crazed
Everything is askew
Empty
Whirling
Gasping breathless.
I’m spinning.
Who will catch me?
What can heal me?
What is real?
Where are you now?

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No words to cry.
No one to hear me.
No way to cry.
My blood runs away.
Painfully sweet.
My pain flows like warm honey
Into your hive.
Into my full memories of you.

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Incredible loss.
Horrific waste.
No comprehension.
I will never see you again?
Impossible.
My heart recoils at the thought
Like a gunshot aimed
In a terribly
Insanely
Wrong direction.
Look, I’ll prove it.
With my eyes closed tight right now,
I can still see you . . .

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Life.
Slowly.
Flows.
Back.
Into my wretched heart.
Heals it like a
Long-vanished ocean tide
Returning to bathe crusted shores
To wash away my grief.
I am so grateful to you.

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I can feel you grinning with relief.
At me.
You live in stunning new dimensions.
You see me finally
Waking up.
And.
Breathing.
Deeply.
On my side of the ripped veil.
We are both going to be
Okay.
In the morning, my tears taste
Good.

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Bloody History of this Raw Memorial Poem

These few words about slaughtered friends,
about unexpected sacrifices, losses, grief and redemption
at NYC’s World Trade Center and across America
were written one gray morning after September 11, 2001.

Pinned to the sagging wire fence at Union Square Park–

surrounded by heaps of sad flowers taped to hopeful notes
pleading for any word of the whereabouts of loved ones lost in the confusion–

lit by nearby pools of candles burning in memoriam over smiling family photos of the doomed–

abandoned to the elements just a stone’s throw from the Dalai Lama’s
scale model of the Twin Towers wreathed in carnations and tears–

half hidden next to park visitors’ unforgettable words and pictures of anguish,
anger, prayer and pleading scrawled on a giant public paper canvas taped around all the paths–

two weeks later to be rolled up & shipped to the Smithsonian for what?
for safekeeping?–

my simple words lost in the miserable maze heaped
below the 145 year old gray equestrian statue of Washington
inscribed in bold chalk letters with the message PEACE NOT WAR–

this little memorial poem somehow got scooped up & quoted
on sites dotting the countryside, such as Tulsa World.

Is it all just about luck?
About the Divine Hand?
About when it’s your time to go, you go?

By the grace of unseen guidance I and so many others survived.
Others did not.
We still remember them.

The blessings and lessons of our lives go on.

Scott Ufford
Spiritualist minister
Copyright 2001, 2011