I prefer to travel light.  No cares.  No worries.  No bitterness, anger or hate.  No past longings to drag around.  I'd been assigned to a relay station of sorts - for those called to train.  To prepare for battle.  It's a spiritual lottery ticket to have been called.  I cashed mine in almost three years ago now.  I've known people to hold onto theirs for decades because they had so much to lug around in order to get anywhere.  Once they let go of all that “stuff” they were able to cash theirs in as well.

 

My name is Seum. I'm seventeen years old in the physical realm.  I've been blessed with the wisdom and knowledge of an elder.  That irks people who are double-minded, that is, those who walk half in the physical domain while the other half of the time they walk in the spiritual (hypocrites - that's how the world sees it - it's part of the transformation process though). 

 

It's frustrating for them because they are unaware that the passing of time and age are irrelevant in an eternal universe.  Once they begin to operate in the spiritual though then wisdom and knowledge will be revealed to them.

 

Those who walk only in the physical realm though (the Noers) are really impressed and in awe - thinking I'm "rad" or something, wishing it were them.   It's the confidence.  But not in myself.

 

"Girl, you got some crazy skills," Luke said.

 

“What?  No I don’t!”

 

“Yeah! I saw you put an emissary in his place and he didn’t even know he’d been sliced and diced!  I saw it!  Man, he froze for a second.  Like you show’d him somethin' he hadn’t known before but knew it to be true.  That blew me away.”

 

It's not me though.  It's the Spirit working through me.  It can happen for Luke also.  If he'd listen more.  Unfortunately, too many walk around not knowing how deaf and blind they are. 

 

I think those that hang around the “traveling-lights” do so because it gives them some hope.  Like my friend Luke who’s into “putting people in their place!” Seeing it as a battle between him and others.  Sometimes people take it personally and become offended when sharing revelation. 

 

I spoke truth to the emmisary and it seemed to have shaken a part of him awake – just slightly, hopefully enough to crush open the seed and allow it to grow.  Maybe…

 

Anyway, I was called to my last location as much for those who were there as  for myself.  Though I doubt they would share the same sentiment.  I irritated their well-established establishment. That’s part of all assignments.  Change. 

 

I was starting to see some progress, particularly in regards to walking, talking and living in the unseen realm.  Any improvement generally means it's another level. 

 

It's really a matter of iron-sharpening-iron. 

 

A single knife cannot sharpen itself.  And when things become uncomfortable (sharp things are involved!) that’s when you know there’s still “stuff” to unload.

 

Nevertheless, having had been stationed there I would hope they sharpened their swords enough to move on.  None of our swords are as sharp as they will be one day - but at least they're sharp enough to handle each subsequent mission. 

 

My recommendation to those of you who are able to receive the message is this: In order to  move onto your next destination you must leave behind a past of addictions from food, sex, drugs,  personal radiance, and sometimes you’re asked to leave family, friends and the familiar.  Unload!

 

Once having moved to the next level there will be even less baggage to lug around.  More sharpening too - no doubt.

 

We are all born to be "traveling-lights."