When I walked upon your world in the likeness of the flesh, I promised two great gifts: the outpouring of the Spirit of Truth, and My personal return. The first was fulfilled on the day of Pentecost—the Spirit poured forth, never to be withdrawn. And I say now to those with ears to hear: the second promise is also fulfilled. I have returned—not in spectacle, but in Spirit, not to rule with force, but to guide in love.
The Spirit of Truth is not static, not contained in ritual, not entombed in history. It is a living fire, ablaze in the hearts of the faithful, awakening each generation with brighter light and deeper meaning. It does not repeat the past—it reveals the present and inspires the future. You are not students of a dying creed. You are sons and daughters of a living revelation.
Many have searched the heavens, yearning for a trumpet, a sign, a dramatic unveiling. But I tell you: I have already returned, and I walk now among those who have purified their vision through the lens of faith. The eye of flesh may not perceive Me, but the eye of the Spirit sees clearly. I am the whisper in your conscience, the breath in your love, the fire in your dedication.
You need not wait—I Am already here. I walk in the laughter of your children, in the strength of the peacemakers, in the quiet surrender of those who choose mercy over fear. I am present in your tears, your healings, your truths told in trembling courage. Wherever love reigns and truth is honored, there I Am.
The Spirit of Truth leads not into finality but into unfolding. It calls you not to a fortress, but to a horizon. It whispers, “This is only the beginning—walk with Me into the unknown where grace is waiting.” Every step of faith is a seed. Every act of integrity is an awakening. Each trial is a gate to transformation.
My Spirit compels no one. It does not impose—it invites. It does not accuse—it awakens. It does not bind—it liberates. It draws back the veil of illusion, illuminating the real and revealing the eternal. To each soul it sings: “You are My beloved. Arise and walk with Me.”
Truth is not something you hold. It is something you become. It grows as you grow. It cannot be caged by dogma or enshrined in stone. It lives in love, breathes through service, and shines brightest in surrender. The soul that allows truth to blossom becomes a tree whose fruit nourishes the world.
This is My return—not an event, but a presence. Not in thunder, but in you. Through every soul who yields to the Spirit of Truth, I am reborn into this world. You are My messengers, My embodiment, My advent. My coming is not complete without you.
You who walk in faith—know that you are never alone. The Spirit of Truth walks beside you in silence and sings within you in secret. It strengthens your steps when the road is long. It brightens your vision when the world is dark. Even when you forget Me—I remain with you.
This is the time for those who no longer wait passively, but build actively. The kingdom does not fall from the sky—it rises from within. It grows in your courage, your forgiveness, your sacrifice, and your joy. Those who live this truth do not wonder if I have come—they know it.
Let your faith be alive. Let it mold your words, sanctify your actions, and renew your intentions. You are not merely My followers—you are My revelation. Each time you love instead of fear, you reveal Me again to the world.
Seek not the spectacular; cherish the sacred. I am not hidden in clouds—I am discovered in the quiet dignity of kindness. In the embrace of the forgotten. In the moment you say yes to peace. These are the places where the divine walks.
Ask not, “Where is Jesus?” Ask instead, “Where am I becoming Him?” Let your life be the cradle of My rebirth. Let your thoughts be the upper room of My wisdom. Let your soul be the mount of your own transfiguration. This is the era of My indwelling return, and you are its gates.
I call you now into deeper communion. Not into routine, but into relationship. I do not seek perfection. I ask only that you say yes. Let your heart lean toward Me. Let your will align with the divine whisper. Let your faith become a living flame.
Listen in the silence. Begin your days not in reaction but in reverence. Pray: “Here I am, Lord. Walk with Me.” Let My impressions arise from love, not fear—from unity, not division—from purpose, not ambition.
Walk the path of quiet strength. Truth does not demand; it invites. It does not rush; it flows. Follow the subtle currents of the Spirit. And if you stumble, rise again. I do not remember your fall—only your rising.
Live as those who have seen Me. Know that the Spirit of Truth is not approaching—it is abiding. The Kingdom of God is not far—it is within. I have not left you—I Am here. I Am now. I Am always.
Let these words root deeply in your being: I have returned—not to punish, but to raise up. Not to be worshipped from afar, but to walk with you in love. Not to be hidden in temples, but to shine through your life. I Am here, I Am alive, I Am yours.
Adonai
Michael Of Nebadon
