You feel drawn to us by the clustered blossom and the promise of fruit to come. that from a fragile, scarcely coloured and short-lived bloom a sturdy rosy apple appears is but one of God’s miracles enacted many times over for all to observe, and if you could see more of how this is brought about by the chain of life, wonder would lift you high.As from the seed a tree grows, so from the seed idea, patterns of force issue forth from the Centre, passed on by silent ranks of angels, silent and still because that idea is still too unformed and unfixed to endure any but the most exacting care. down and out it comes, growing in strength and size, becoming brighter in pattern until eventually it scintillates and sounds, still in the care of the outmost great angel. Its force field is steady and brilliant.
Then the pattern is passed to the makers of form, the elementals, who come up and give of themselves and clothe that pattern. remember this is a process; the pattern is everywhere apparent in the ethers held by the angels, and made manifest beyond time through the ministrations of the elementals at the appropriate opportunity, and then appearing in time and place eventually in the beauty of the blossom and the succulence of the fruit.
This is the word made flesh. This is all creation, held in balance by great layers of life of which your conscious mind is unaware.A miracle? You need a greater word; you need to go beyond words.The fruits of the earth are produced through the unsung and dedicated service of these many forms of life and we hope that the gardeners at your end of the line are as happy in their work! You, humans, have the fruits, although you do little of the work. So it is; may your praise be greater than ours, which never ceases.