Truth: Spice


Each of us have a burning flame inside of us. The heart of our soul. Our natural God given talents. Our essence. Our personality. That part of us uniquely different from others. Each lifetime we lay another brick in our advancement towards a fire equal to the ancient spirits. Each brick is another step towards a structure that hasn’t formed yet. Earth and life are the teachers of our Spice..
I have built my foundation with my countless lifetimes and are moving onto the structure now. I can only speak for myself. I have three different fires burning in my heart. The lifetimes I have seen seem to be building two different rooms. One political, that as a leader and ambassador and then this. Will they merge? What you read is the greatest fire in my heart. Compatible to some, sour to others and it is the more ancient of the three.
Think about your Spice, because history treats each of our fire differently depending on the era. As a seer I have had advised Kings in one lifetimeand have been burned at the stake in another. Each still another brick.
When will the structure be completed? What are we all here building together?
So much of us stare bewildered at our one brick saying…that’s it? But what we fail to recognize is the epic structure we are working towards.

We spent a great deal of time trying to best explain their plan, we present it in symbolic terms, ‘soup’. But no matter how hard I try, spirit explained that this future is just beyond und
erstanding.

There is something unfolding all around you that you cannot see from your place in the stars.. The universe is building something and we are only at the beginning. Working towards something truly spectacular and perfectly splendorous.
The epic soup has been prepped by our master chef.. The vegetables sit in this epic pot, orbiting the cold water, in a dark pool, just there. Cold.. hard.. wet. unrefined.. raw. It’s the Spice the cook is waiting for. The spices the cook is working on.
Spices collected from all corners all spaces, to make the ultimate ingredients of the most flavorful soup, in the hopes to create perfection. So many unique spices. But to accomplish that all these spices would have to first sit together in one pile in one bowl. Garlic, black pepper, salt, thyme? In this small blue bowl together? The chefs children had concerns over all the totally different spices together in one pile. Though the soup would ultimately come out perfect, to that they had no doubt. It was this small bowl? The taste would be raw, bitter, hell it would practically be unpalatable. But the father’s wisdom surpassed theirs.

“If the spices cannot come together here how can they possibly be expected to be meld in the soup later.”

It would be the children, the family together and their involvement that altered our course. They recultivated, removed the sour leaves, and aged the spice. When the moment was right. The family spread the spice all across the now steaming pot. Then the ingredients simmered, warmed, melded, and the taste was a perfect blend of spices and vegetables. It was truly perfect.
Something is forming far greater than the cold universe we now live in. It goes beyond my understanding. A Universe bursting with lifeforms we could not comprehend. A melding of what is now cold and solid will expand into something both evolved yet the same. A warm space, unrestricted by the boundaries we currently have. Where life bubbles over feverishly and all is warm, good and wholesome. We had a major role to play in this future. Caretakers of tomorrow. Caretakers that have finally learned that it’s together, the melding of our Spices that create such bold beauty…singularly we are just another spice, nothing more, without rhyme or reason.

Spirit Voice – The Universe was built by the father and his ancient children. The first family. It’s a testament to how important family is to us and the boundless accomplishments family can achieve when bricks are laid on the path of forever.

12 thoughts on “Truth: Spice”

    1. This planet has a soul. It is a spiritual caretaker of all life here. Yet that being, in a time beyond us, lived like we do now, suffered as we do now. That is just one example. But that’s an example we are familiar with. There are billions of others we just wouldn’t know because we are not out there. Bottom line the Creator is expanding life and has asked us to help, but not until we learn to care for each other first. Learn the lesson of treating others better than ourselves. That is the Truth of it, the next big message coming much later.. help is on the way.

  1. Thank you!

    This Scripture came to my mind:

    Romans 8:18-27 New International Version

    consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. 19For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. 20For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope 21that h the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.

    We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

    In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.

  2. I like the idea that everyone has their own talents and gifts to contribute to the world…or “spice”.

  3. I hope humanity can grow into this role. We have to see each other as part of ourselves. We will have to unleash our ability to love to its highest level. We will need to look at all of people of the world as our brothers and sisters, as our children and parents.

  4. I love this so much. Even the Title “Spice” brings me joy. I can’t explain it. You just Know when something is true. Thanks sweet Eric.

  5. I feel compelled to tell you about a dream I had a few years ago. I still remember it as vividly as when I woke up from it.
    I was walking down a long corridor, all dark wood, like a Victorian house (I’m very attuned to the Victorian age). There were doors all along the hall on each side. Every so often I would stop and open a door and look inside. I would see vignettes of people just living their lives. Watching tv, eating dinner, nothing special. Some I knew as past lives, some as past lives of friends. I was walking for a while, peeping in doors, when on my right side I saw part of the wall jutting out. The door here was different. It was sideways to my position, and outside it was a long line of people. There was a man standing by the line, wearing a trench coat and fedora and carrying a briefcase (sort of a Spy vs Spy kind of look). He nodded to me and indicated that I should get in line, so I did. The line went into a Victorian pantry, and at the end was another door that opened out into daylight. I was standing behind a woman who, when we got to the door turned and smiled at me. I realized it was my mother. She said, “I’ll see you soon” (though not really talking, more like telepathy) and stepped out into the daylight. I came to the door and it opened into a childhood neighborhood and stepped out into a HUGE room with ceilings probably 100 feet high. The walls were white with windows that stretched high up to the ceiling, letting in brilliant white light. Against the back wall on the right hand side was what I describe as sort of a gallery with auditorium type benches and a box surrounding it, almost like a lecture hall. In the middle of the room was a cabinet with empty shelves, and in the front of the room was a teacher standing in front of a blackboard. The seats, the cabinet and the trim around the windows were all painted forest green, chipped and showing remarkable age. I went up to the cabinet and leaned on it and looked at what the teacher was writing. It was indecipherable. I thought, “I haven’t learned this lesson yet” and walked out the door to the left of him into a room that was an exact replica, with a different teacher standing at a board. I leaned on the cabinet and read what he had written and thought “Oh, I learned this already”. Again I walked out the door into a hall. It was like a large college hallway with students hurrying back and forth. The wall in front of me was marble with beautiful designs painted in all my favorite colors, and I thought, “Oh, I want to do that!” (I’m an artist). In the middle of the hall was a rotunda I guess you’d call it. The floors stretched up as high as you could see, and the rotunda had beautiful, grilled ironwork railings on each floor. There were three classrooms surrounding the rotunda. I looked into the first one. The room was pure white. The walls, the desks and chairs, the light coming in through the windows. I thought, “this isn’t my classroom”. I looked into the next classroom, same thing. I opened the door to the last one, certain this was mine. At the far end of the room was another door. I walked through it and into the hallway of a house that was once my grandmother’s and that we had moved into when I was a teenager. The last place I lived with my intact family. The set up was a little different but I knew it was the same house. I went into the living room and instead of a front wall there was a floor to ceiling window. It looked out into an old fashioned kind of street, with vines and flowers and beautiful old trees, a kind of a country lane. The street was a dead end right where my house was, and the beauty of the countryside seemed to stretch on forever. (I’ve dreamt of this little place of beauty since I was a little girl, but I have no idea where it is. It seems soooo familiar thought). Anyway, there is a little bit of personal stuff I’ll leave out because it isnt relative. I walked outside into this beautiful front yard on a country lane. It was a gorgeous, sunny day. I was a little girl wearing a white cotton dress. In the driveway was a group of little kids, all a little younger than me, all wearing white. I was a little older than all of them, but I knew them all. Or felt I did. It took me a minute to realize one was my brother, one was my neice (who I raised) and a few other very close people. A little boy in a white short sleeve shirt and white shorts handed me a styrofoam cut full of screws. I looked at him and said “Paul?” (my best friend and tech partner. We worked together for 15 years as theater techs. He builds sets). He smiled and nodded. The kids all gathered around me like we were having a happy reunion and then I said I had to go. They were sad about that, but I said, “don’t worry. I’ll see you all soon”. I started walking away, down the street in a neighborhood I grew up in. Everything started to fade, and I woke up.
    I don’t know why, but I felt I was being told to tell you that.

  6. tracypaints44, thank you for your beautiful en interesting dream, thank you for the time to write it down.

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