April 6, 2018, Planetary West, Malkut Sepheroth
Friday, White Rhythmic Mirror, Kin 58, Third Eye

“IF” By, Rudyard Kipling

Yesterday, Thursday, April 5, 2018, was the first chance I had to bail out of what happened to me, my life, and my website in the Gregorian Calendar Month of March. My WebMaster came up and we worked until 9:30ish P.M.

I got all the Headers done for last month, and the first 2 days for this DreamSpell month! Month 10. I made a big decision to get out my Dad’s Favorite Poem and pick up the pieces. I may not know what happened until I return to My Mother Father God.

I remember times when he had to just start over again. I also read many of the Amazing Spiritual Teachers Posts on their Websites, and I realize the Churning, Churning, Churning that is still going on in our United Struggle to bring Heaven clear down to and Through Holy Planet Earth.

Since this has never been done before, I just have to be filled with Hope, Faith, and Love. I will keeping putting my pieces into the completed Mission of the Golden Age Forever.
I’m continuing on to the best of my ability. I know many, many others are doing so, too! I trust each of us have our own guidance, and at this point we can trust and know what we came to do, and how each needs to do it.

I had a number of articles I wanted to post last Month, Month Nine. However, most are not retrievable, and I will start with the NOW moment, and continue on. Blessings to all of us on this Journey together. Our separate paths, and Side by Side. Singing our Songs Of Praise to our Divine Creator!

If—

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!