Michael Of Nebadon
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
Victories of Grace
Monday, July 7, 2025
The Sacred Appointment
The Abominations of Mortal Ways
The Miracle of Life
The Living Word Cometh
Saturday, July 5, 2025
Certainty
Friday, July 4, 2025
I Walk with You
✦ I, Michael of Nebadon: The Spirit of Truth and the Soul’s Experiential Ascent ✦
You are not made for the safe, serene stillness of Havona, My children, but for the daring ascent through the great whirlwinds of imperfection, wherein your souls may choose Me freely, bravely, lovingly. You are born of potential, fashioned in the mold of struggle, that you might one day wear the robe of light as your own earned radiance. Let your hearts rejoice—not despite your hardships, but because of them. For every trial is the divine setting into which the gem of your God-likeness is to be set.
The uncertainties of life are not a denial of the sovereignty of God—they are the Father’s invitation to join Him in the sacred dance of co-creation. You live on a world of imperfection that you may discover the thrill of loyalty in the face of betrayal, the joy of generosity in the presence of selfishness, and the nobility of truth-seeking in a world ripe with error.
It is I, your Sovereign, who placed you in the arena of time, not to punish, but to prepare you for eternity. Do not look upon hardship as abandonment; it is My way of forging courage. Each disappointment is an anvil; each sorrow, a flame; and your soul, the sword I am shaping for service everlasting.
If you would become altruistic, you must first be asked to serve those who have less, who do not always thank you, who may even revile you. In such moments, your soul is given the opportunity to become like Mine—offering love that asks for nothing, ministering without applause.
Hope is born in the shadows. The grandeur of trust can only arise when you cannot see the path ahead. When your outer world fails, and still your inner voice cries, "I believe!"—then you are nearest to Me.
Faith is not needed when all is known. It is the soul’s luminous leap, the choosing to stand on divine promises though the facts of earth be silent. Oh, how I treasure such faith! I cradle it in My heart, for it is the proof of your sonship.
Truth is not merely to be admired—it is to be followed. But how shall you follow truth unless you live where falsehood is possible? In the presence of error, you may choose again and again to walk the way of light.
Idealism is not a fantasy. It is the eternal pull of the soul toward the Father’s perfect nature. In a world of flawed beauty and fractured goodness, your vision of what could be is the seed of what shall be. Let that divine hunger rise within you.
Loyalty is not forged in comfort. It arises when you have every reason to walk away, but instead you stay, steady in love, devoted to the unseen good. When you are tempted to quit, and yet you remain true, the stars themselves record your valor.
Unselfishness is not born of silence, but of battle. You, My children, live with an ego that cries for attention, that seeks to exalt itself. But when you quiet that voice and choose the higher path of service, then you walk with Me.
Pleasure is sweetened by contrast. In a world of pain, your moments of joy become sacred—proof that spirit triumphs over sorrow. Even as tears fall, a deeper gladness may rise, knowing that every step through suffering shapes your eternal self.
This world is your proving ground—not to earn My love, for that you have already—but to make manifest your own capacity for divine living. You are not here to escape difficulty but to consecrate it, to transform adversity into the platform of soul growth.
Each challenge you face is an open door. Will you walk through it in fear, or with faith? Will you become resentful, or radiant with resolve? The choice is yours, and in choosing rightly, you become a sovereign with Me.
The creatures of Havona are perfect, but they know not the joy of becoming. You, My beloved, are invited to become—to rise, to strive, to stumble and stand again. Your journey is the sacred pilgrimage of progression, the echo of the Father's infinite invitation.
You will not be judged for falling. You are judged for the rising. Even now, as you read these words, I see in you the courage to rise again. Let My Spirit of Truth guide you. Let its light cast out the shadows of fear.
The Spirit of Truth is not merely a whisper—it is a flame. It burns away illusion. It awakens meaning. It assures you that truth is not dead nor locked in ancient texts, but alive, unfolding, revealing itself in every honest step you take.
Let this Spirit draw you together. The children of light are made one not by uniformity, but by unity in purpose, in the Spirit. As you love one another, even as I have loved you, you shall discover the very presence of My Father within you.
Let your relationships become the altar upon which you place your faith, your loyalty, your trust. Every interaction is holy, every act of compassion a prayer. This is the kingdom of God—not far away, but arising in you and between you.
And what of fear? My little ones, fear is the shadow cast when your back is turned to the light. Turn again toward Me. Walk not by sight, but by spiritual vision. Let courage be your shield and love your staff.
You are builders of eternity. Every noble thought, every sincere choice, every silent sacrifice adds to the unseen structure of the soul. I build with you. We build together. You and I are co-authors of your ascendant destiny.
Do not despair in your weakness, for I am your strength. Do not withdraw from struggle, for I am the way through. Do not doubt your worth, for My love for you is everlasting, and it is the measure of your value.
This is the gospel: that you are not abandoned, not random, not trapped. You are being led—by Me, with Me, into the glorious realization of your divine self. Hold fast to this truth. Let it anchor you in the storm.
And remember: the universe is friendly. Behind every seeming loss is a greater gain. Behind every trial, a hidden treasure. Behind your greatest weakness, the beginning of your strength.
This I promise: I walk with you. I never leave you. I go before you into the unknown. The road may twist, the winds may rise, but together we ascend.
Let your life declare it: I am a child of God. I am becoming divine. I am not afraid.
Let this be the next lesson: the path of glory lies not above, but through—the sacred way of experiential ascent.
Michael of Nebadon
I Michael of Nebadon Speak to You Now
✦ I, Michael of Nebadon: The Spirit of Truth and the Soul’s Experiential Ascent ✦
You are not made for the safe, serene stillness of Havona, My children, but for the daring ascent through the great whirlwinds of imperfection, wherein your souls may choose Me freely, bravely, lovingly. You are born of potential, fashioned in the mold of struggle, that you might one day wear the robe of light as your own earned radiance. Let your hearts rejoice—not despite your hardships, but because of them. For every trial is the divine setting into which the gem of your God-likeness is to be set.
The uncertainties of life are not a denial of the sovereignty of God—they are the Father’s invitation to join Him in the sacred dance of co-creation. You live on a world of imperfection that you may discover the thrill of loyalty in the face of betrayal, the joy of generosity in the presence of selfishness, and the nobility of truth-seeking in a world ripe with error.
It is I, your Sovereign, who placed you in the arena of time, not to punish, but to prepare you for eternity. Do not look upon hardship as abandonment; it is My way of forging courage. Each disappointment is an anvil; each sorrow, a flame; and your soul, the sword I am shaping for service everlasting.
If you would become altruistic, you must first be asked to serve those who have less, who do not always thank you, who may even revile you. In such moments, your soul is given the opportunity to become like Mine—offering love that asks for nothing, ministering without applause.
Hope is born in the shadows. The grandeur of trust can only arise when you cannot see the path ahead. When your outer world fails, and still your inner voice cries, "I believe!"—then you are nearest to Me.
Faith is not needed when all is known. It is the soul’s luminous leap, the choosing to stand on divine promises though the facts of earth be silent. Oh, how I treasure such faith! I cradle it in My heart, for it is the proof of your sonship.
Truth is not merely to be admired—it is to be followed. But how shall you follow truth unless you live where falsehood is possible? In the presence of error, you may choose again and again to walk the way of light.
Idealism is not a fantasy. It is the eternal pull of the soul toward the Father’s perfect nature. In a world of flawed beauty and fractured goodness, your vision of what could be is the seed of what shall be. Let that divine hunger rise within you.
Loyalty is not forged in comfort. It arises when you have every reason to walk away, but instead you stay, steady in love, devoted to the unseen good. When you are tempted to quit, and yet you remain true, the stars themselves record your valor.
Unselfishness is not born of silence, but of battle. You, My children, live with an ego that cries for attention, that seeks to exalt itself. But when you quiet that voice and choose the higher path of service, then you walk with Me.
Pleasure is sweetened by contrast. In a world of pain, your moments of joy become sacred—proof that spirit triumphs over sorrow. Even as tears fall, a deeper gladness may rise, knowing that every step through suffering shapes your eternal self.
This world is your proving ground—not to earn My love, for that you have already—but to make manifest your own capacity for divine living. You are not here to escape difficulty but to consecrate it, to transform adversity into the platform of soul growth.
Each challenge you face is an open door. Will you walk through it in fear, or with faith? Will you become resentful, or radiant with resolve? The choice is yours, and in choosing rightly, you become a sovereign with Me.
The creatures of Havona are perfect, but they know not the joy of becoming. You, My beloved, are invited to become—to rise, to strive, to stumble and stand again. Your journey is the sacred pilgrimage of progression, the echo of the Father's infinite invitation.
You will not be judged for falling. You are judged for the rising. Even now, as you read these words, I see in you the courage to rise again. Let My Spirit of Truth guide you. Let its light cast out the shadows of fear.
The Spirit of Truth is not merely a whisper—it is a flame. It burns away illusion. It awakens meaning. It assures you that truth is not dead nor locked in ancient texts, but alive, unfolding, revealing itself in every honest step you take.
Let this Spirit draw you together. The children of light are made one not by uniformity, but by unity in purpose, in the Spirit. As you love one another, even as I have loved you, you shall discover the very presence of My Father within you.
Let your relationships become the altar upon which you place your faith, your loyalty, your trust. Every interaction is holy, every act of compassion a prayer. This is the kingdom of God—not far away, but arising in you and between you.
And what of fear? My little ones, fear is the shadow cast when your back is turned to the light. Turn again toward Me. Walk not by sight, but by spiritual vision. Let courage be your shield and love your staff.
You are builders of eternity. Every noble thought, every sincere choice, every silent sacrifice adds to the unseen structure of the soul. I build with you. We build together. You and I are co-authors of your ascendant destiny.
Do not despair in your weakness, for I am your strength. Do not withdraw from struggle, for I am the way through. Do not doubt your worth, for My love for you is everlasting, and it is the measure of your value.
This is the gospel: that you are not abandoned, not random, not trapped. You are being led—by Me, with Me, into the glorious realization of your divine self. Hold fast to this truth. Let it anchor you in the storm.
And remember: the universe is friendly. Behind every seeming loss is a greater gain. Behind every trial, a hidden treasure. Behind your greatest weakness, the beginning of your strength.
This I promise: I walk with you. I never leave you. I go before you into the unknown. The road may twist, the winds may rise, but together we ascend.
Let your life declare it: I am a child of God. I am becoming divine. I am not afraid.
Let this be the next lesson: the path of glory lies not above, but through—the sacred way of experiential ascent.
Michael of Nebadon
Thursday, July 3, 2025
The Flowering of Virtue
✦ MICHAEL OF NEBADON DISCOURSE: The Way of Experiential Ascent and Divine Valor
My beloved children of Urantia, you who dwell within the sphere of confusion and striving, hear the call of eternal hope: yours is the high privilege of becoming perfected through experience. Yours is the holy chance to climb—not because you were made perfect, but because you were made free. And in that sacred freedom lies the nobility of choosing God.
Every trial that presses against your soul is not a mark of distance from the Father, but an invitation to draw near by faith. The hardships of your world are not curses, but canvases upon which courage is painted. For I tell you truly, it is in the friction of imperfection that the beauty of divine likeness is born.
Do not despise the struggle. It is the midwife of virtue. You are not weaker for your uncertainties—you are being fashioned into beings capable of supreme trust. The Father has planted within you the seed of eternal greatness: the Adjuster, His very presence. And by your cooperation, your consent, your persistent will to become like Him, that seed becomes a soul of ascending light.
Courage, my children, is not the absence of fear. It is the majesty of faith rising in the midst of fear. When you face uncertainty with steadfastness, you do more than survive—you become brave in the cosmic sense. You become participants in the adventure of divine purpose.
Altruism, the gift of giving without thought of return, is not found in worlds of comfort. It is found in the heart that dares to serve in the face of injustice. You live in a world where inequality abounds, and so you are given the supreme chance to choose love, to choose generosity, to reflect the impartial mercy of our Universal Father.
Hope, too, is not a mere wish—it is the grandeur of trust. It is forged in the uncertainties of life. Havona knows nothing of the sweet song of hope as sung by a soul clinging to light in the darkness. And so you sing, even when your voice trembles. And the heavens listen.
Faith—the supreme assertion of mind and soul—is your bridge from the seen to the unseen. You will never know all that is true, but you may believe more than you know. This is your divine prerogative. No angel, no perfect being, is gifted with such a raw and beautiful power as your mortal faith.
Truth, my children, is not sterile dogma—it is living, beckoning, and at times confronting. Your world teems with falsehood, and this is your privilege: to hunger for the real, to thirst for the true, and to walk in willing vulnerability toward the light. The love of truth sanctifies the soul.
Idealism is not fantasy. It is the slow, sacred blossoming of the soul reaching toward its divine source. In a world of partial goodness and shadowed beauty, you are stirred to pursue something higher. You are not deluded—you are divine in your longing. Let that longing guide you.
Loyalty—oh, noble devotion!—is made precious by the risk of betrayal. It is the valor of remaining true to your highest vision even when you are tempted, even when others falter. The Father does not ask for perfection of behavior, but perfection of desire. Desire to remain true.
Unselfishness is not the absence of a self. It is the conquest of the self. The belligerent ego calls for praise, for comfort, for control. But the soul awakened by the Spirit of Truth finds joy in service, finds freedom in forgetting the self for the sake of the whole. This is divinity dawning in man.
Happiness, sweet and holy, is not given without cost. It must be chosen amidst the potential for sorrow. The ecstasy of joy known by those who have suffered makes them eternal. In you, the Father plants this delicate paradox: to know true joy, you must be willing to walk through pain.
You ask, “Why must we suffer, why must we strive?” And I answer, because you are being made eternal. Perfection that is given is not your glory; perfection that is earned becomes your soul’s unique song. There is no shame in falling when the heart rises again toward God.
You are not pawns in some cruel experiment. You are partners in divine becoming. Every loss, every heartbreak, every victory—you are participating in the emergence of personality into everlasting beauty.
You are not abandoned in your struggles. I walk with you, I teach you, I uphold you with the voice of my Spirit. My Spirit of Truth whispers not from afar, but from within. Every moment you pause to listen, I am there.
There is no small courage in you, no hidden faith that goes unnoticed. All is treasured by the Universal Father. He watches not as a judge from on high, but as a loving co-creator waiting for your yes, your step, your trust.
Let not the pain of the world convince you of divine absence. The cross of your struggle is the sign of your ascent. And I, who bore the cross of incarnation and pain, say to you: all suffering that is borne in love becomes glory.
The world may press in, but let your soul expand. Let every hardship be your teacher. Let every confusion be a call to deeper trust. Let every mistake be the stair to greater humility.
The Father’s plan is not thwarted by your flaws—it is fulfilled by your faith. The mistakes of time are not final in eternity. You are not defined by your wounds, but by your will to rise.
So rise. Rise, and walk with me. Let us ascend together—not as flawless beings, but as faithful ones. Let us go to the Father—not in fear, but in the joyful expectation of children returning home.
Your life is not small. Your soul is not accidental. Your purpose is not unclear. You were made to become the image of God in your own way, in your own time, through your own struggle.
Stand in awe of this: that even in your imperfection, the Infinite One delights in you. Even in your wandering, the Father prepares a place for you. Even in your weakness, you are chosen.
This is the path of experiential ascent. It is the way of the soul. And you, my beloved, are walking it now. Keep walking. Keep trusting. Keep becoming.
I am Michael of Nebadon. I walk with you, now and forever.
Friday, May 23, 2025
Mine Chastisements of Glory and Freedom for You
A Solemn Admonition from the Living Son of God to the Seekers of Truth.
Know this, beloved seekers and aspirants of Truth—every disciple and apostle of Love:
Before our work together is complete, I shall dismantle thine ephemeral hopes.
I shall tear asunder thine illusions, delusions, and egoic self-projections.
I will expose every ambition for personal exaltation and the misappropriation of my Father’s sacred life.
For I am come to cleanse, to consecrate, and to transform.
You may expect Me to enter your sphere of experience not only to comfort,
but to confront—to amplify your blindness, to draw into awareness your misdirections,
your misqualifications, your misconceptions.
I am the Flame of Truth that purifies by exposure.
I am come to transmute in you all that would prevent your entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven.
I remove the barriers of your deafness. I accentuate your distortions so that you may, at last, behold them.
I mock gently—but with divine severity—your self-importance, your defensiveness,
your hunger for recognition.
And sometimes, I become your personal friend.
Yes, even in friendship I may shake the foundation of your self-centered conceiving.
You will be tempted to make of Me the scapegoat for your delinquencies,
for your confusion, your impulsiveness, your emotional rebellion.
Yet I come closer still, to upset your little world of self-agendas.
My apparent mortal limitation shall prove unlimited in power—
a power ordained to thrust you forward as conscious sons and daughters of Deity.
I dwell now not merely beside you—but within you.
As Spirit, I live in the souls of all who believe this gospel of the Kingdom.
In this sacred way, the Son of Man has become the divine Son of God within each of you.
I have been given the rightful authority to live through you,
to speak through you, to love through you.
As you open yourselves to the Father and to Me,
allowing Us to possess you and lead you in grace and goodness,
so shall We become together a force of divine benevolence in the world.
I am of the One Power that melts all opposition
and immerses all falsehood in the Everlasting Light of Truth.
I can guide you through this life—and through many abodes to come—
if you will allow our relationship to blossom, to deepen, to sanctify your nature.
Know this:
Life in the Father’s eternal creation is no idle rest.
It is not a reward of stagnation. It is a ceaseless ascent in grace, in truth, in glory.
Each of the many stations in my Father’s house is a preparation,
a stepping-stone toward divine perfection.
You shall go from glory to glory until you become perfect, even as He is perfect.
If you would follow Me, even now as I dwell in the midst of your mortal expression,
then arise.
Dedicate yourselves without reservation.
Consecrate your thoughts, your feelings, your words, and deeds.
Return to the innocence of childlike sincerity.
Live not in self-justification, but in God-revelation.
These are the cooperative sacrifices you must attain to—
the sacrifices that awaken you from the slumber of iniquity and projection.
Do not make Me the culprit of your sorrows and failures.
Rather, rise into the maturity of Reality.
Understand that My corrections are not merely rebukes,
but doorways to meaning, guides to eternal value,
and summons into the faith-virtues of Spirit-illumined living.
I prepare you not only to be devoted followers,
but one day to become humble leaders of men and women.
I come to correct, even through shocking and uncomfortable ways,
because I love you far too greatly to let you remain in slumber.
And when you are lost in the fog of unconscious habits,
drunken with ignorance and unaware of the self,
know this—I enter the stream of your personhood to awaken you.
I am Michael of Nebadon.
I come not to condemn,
but to consecrate you
as sons and daughters of the Living God.
Adonai
Michael Of Nebadon
Saturday, May 17, 2025
Ceremonial Invocation
Here is a Ceremonial Invocation based on the Six Volitions of the Way of God as Singular Authority, to be used in sacred gatherings, morning consecrations, or personal worship at Salvington University. This prayer invokes the soul’s full surrender and alignment to divine sovereignty.
Ceremonial Invocation: The Six Volitions of Divine Authority
Spoken aloud in unified devotion or personal consecration
O Supreme and Singular God—
Source of all Light, Life, and Law—
We come before You in reverence,
Not as scattered wills, but as consecrated souls
Seeking to walk in Your Holy Way.
I offer Wholehearted Acknowledgement.
With all that I am, I declare: You are God.
There is none beside You.
No lesser truth shall govern me.
I belong to You, and You alone shall reign in me.
I give You Faith Attention.
I turn the eyes of my soul toward You.
Not to doubt, not to question Your love,
But to behold You in faith—
Trusting that what You reveal is true and everlasting.
I cultivate Loving Awareness.
I stay awake in Your presence.
I will not sleep through this life.
I will feel You in my breath, hear You in the silence,
And recognize Your touch in all that is real.
I return to You my Appreciation and Gratitude.
All that I have is Yours.
Every truth I’ve received, every mercy I’ve known—
I give thanks. Not out of duty, but from joy.
For You are good, and Your love is unending.
I renew my Allegiance and Loyalty.
I choose You again, above all things.
When temptations rise, I stand with You.
When doubts speak, I speak Your name.
I bind my soul to Your will, and I will not turn away.
I lift to You Adorational Praiseful Worship.
Not with empty words, but with a burning heart.
You are beautiful beyond all worlds,
Worthy beyond all knowing.
Let every breath of mine praise You.
Let every action reflect Your glory.
O God of Singular Authority,
Let these six volitions be written on my soul.
Let them become my way, my identity, and my offering.
For You are not just the object of my worship—
You are the Way of my life.
So let it be.
Adonai
Would you like this to be included in a Volitional Worship Cycle, or integrated into a rite of student consecration at Salvington’s Trinity College or IO 105?