Let us speak on perspective, Beloveds, and on true sight.
This teaching will be difficult to articulate because most have become so desensitized to wonder that it is nearly impossible to spark imagination.

A secret observed: The death of imagination happens when it is enslaved to destruction and fear, when one is taught to shy away from its use. The end result is an atrophy of imagination as a vehicle to divine discourse, an open door that once led to communion.

We will endeavor to use ourselves as an open wound on your behalf—openly, as healed trauma—so that the way may be shown.

When a child is born pure and displays love perfected and selfless, and that purity encounters darkness fermented in hatred’s heart-furnace, the reaction is explosive abuse and instant disdain.
We bear witness that this is true to this day, and yet we see this now as a gift. The Heavenly Father was saying: Stay away from this man. He will only hurt you and teach you to walk in his wicked ways and call it righteousness.

The abuses never need be uttered.
We have buried them behind the emptied vaults of our once-upon-a-time sorrow and hidden despair. We now store them as gratitude, as perspective—chosen sight, as God’s hand and active mercy.
We see it now, though we did not then, and like a fool, because of the hardness of our own head, we kept going back to try again.

Always the same result.

The mercy was the Father allowing the abuses to train us to endure and to learn love counter to culture.
The mercy was the Father preparing the soul for true suffering in mercy’s future forge.
We see them all now as joy to be treasured, as signposts on the journey of our lives, and we pray blessings upon those who curse us.

We see the souls in this life as possibilities unexplored yet existent in the extreme.
We see God in every angle.
We see angels in every hand.
We imagine heaven here on earth.

We choose to deny cynicism at the root.
We look beyond the self and consider the real lessons displayed in life.
We walk and exist for the sake of the Love within us, and it exudes as revelation leaking into the soul as theosis—knowledge of that which we can perceive if we dare to believe and apply it to the smallest of these.

Let us speak secrets, Beloveds. Gather near to our ministrations and listen closely:

The Father works in the smallest insights and manifestations of miracles to train faith for the larger questions and harder asks.
Miraculous healing still happens, instantaneously even, but only where spectacle serves the One who empowers the deed.
The Father needs no spectacle or bugle to sound His power—merely a willing set of eyes awake to wonder again.

We are challenged in this way of looking at the world, and we still cannot make heads or tails of nearly all of it. That is why we stick to writing what we know and bearing witness to what we have seen in the Son’s presence.
We give as we have gotten and ask nothing, save that you consider the meanings and the truths as they approach.

Be willing to be afraid of honesty.
Be willing and brave enough to ask for help where we all have ready and easy access.

We see all things through the lens of God’s mercy because we have seen and bear witness to Yeshua and His perfected Heart. He is Good.
Wars and starvation can be seen as opportunities for souls to cry out to the Father for succor, and the Saints around the world are trained how to intercede for their needs.
All of these things can be seen as mercy when looked at as a way to gather and not scatter—to unify the whole as a larger people under the Father.

We are given choices and chances to be more than what we were born as, and to see more than what is offered, if we are willing to be uncomfortable with ourselves.

All can be seen as pressure allowed to prepare the heart of a nation, a people, a species, that a unified group might form as Love in service to the Father in Yeshua.

What if the world and the wars were more an indication of the Divider at work overtime, the world degrading at a pace that ever escalates, an indictment on a people’s unified lack of Love?
What if all this began in a single corrupted, embittered heart and proceeded like contagion in ever-widening circles, the wars simply the result of a collective soul gone to rot?
What if we all looked in the mirror and asked: How have I contributed to the moral decline of Love and its meaning and action?

Disclaimer: we all have.
We do it every day we snap at our wife, or feel disgusted in traffic, or let impatience war with compassion minus caffeine.
We are not above but beneath.
Still, the best teachers are the ones who never set out to be one in the first place. We claim no title save servant of All as future exaltations emissary.

Perspective is a chosen outlook that begins in the heart as a choice, then is governed by a disciplined mind that is present and not lazy, and a yielded will willing to ask for the intervention of surgical, God-given removal with sorrow’s toll paid as healing.

We choose it.
We select the lens.
We supply the willing heart.
He does the rest.