A vision

 I woke up at three in the morning,

and as I am wont to do.

I lay in bed and connect with Source, and my spirit team.

As I lay there, in meditative mode, 

I saw myself at a public square.

With people hurling abuse at me.

For perceived unkindness to another.

It is not me, I did not start it....

They get the wrong end of things....

My mind wanted to explain,

to expose the truth yet did not know how to.

It felt so unfair, it seemed so unfair. It is so unfair.

Penalized for actions they drew wrong conclusions on.

I became aware, what I thought known to an isolated few,

I had confided in had become public knowledge.

I was shunned, ostracized.

Just as I was feeling the hurt,

I saw an inner light within my soul.

It was a fire of joy.

It was not just a small candle wick of fire.

It was a fire made of several squares put together.

Burning brightly.

As I saw it, as I felt it, I understood the joy of saints.

Whenever they are persecuted, they respond with joy.

It was not easy, it had to be so painful,

but they were impervious to the pain.

For within their hearts burn that love for God.

Their passion, their only desire is God.

I remember channeling Jesus,

and Jesus told me yes, I could channel him.

And spread his messages.

He told me I could be persecuted for it.

And added, so did his saints, his apostles,

who suffered martyrdom for it.

The above was like a vision.

A vision preparing me for what is coming ahead?

Reminding me not to be afraid.

The fire of love in my heart for God/Infinite Creator will protect me.