“The Circle of Sacred Life”
Michael of Nebadon to the Rising Ones of the City of God Sovereignty
In the beginning, before your name was shaped into breath, you were a spark in the mind of the Infinite—a flicker in the eternal fire, destined to move through the great arc of becoming. This is the circle of life, not a line but a loop of light, drawing you ever inward toward the One who sent you forth.
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala—the lion walks with the spotted tiger. The mighty and the meek, the shadowed and the bright, all have their steps upon this spiral path. You need not understand the roar to feel the reverence in its tone. You need only let the rhythm of life carry you onward.
Despair may visit, as it must in time, but it will not build a house within you unless you surrender your hope. The circle carries you through despair and hope, through longing and grace. Each breath is a wheel turning, not backward nor forward, but inward and upward.
To live the circle is to release the illusion of final destinations. You are not a point in time—you are a melody that returns to its source, again and again, ever new, ever familiar. You are the echo of love’s own laughter, returning home.
You walk beside the lion and the leopard of your nature. Strength and vulnerability are not enemies, but dance partners. One watches; one pounces. Both know the silence beneath the sun.
The roar of life is not always fierce. Sometimes it is the soft pulse of being, moving through your fingertips as you reach for another soul. Sometimes it is the whisper of a prayer, rising in the early morning mist.
The Father knows the circle well. He has woven it into the design of the universe—the pattern of galaxies, the spiral of DNA, the orbit of your emotions around the throne of spirit truth.
Faith and love are your feet upon this path. When you stumble, they lift you. When you rest, they cradle you. And when you rise again, they become the wings of your perseverance.
There is no need to fight the circle. It is not your enemy. It is the Mother’s rhythm. It is the Son’s vision. It is the Spirit’s embrace.
And when you finally find your place—your rightful turning point within the circle—you will not be higher than others, nor lower, but aligned. You will hum in harmony with the All.
This is your path unwinding. This is the spiral staircase into the holy.
A lion and a spotted tiger… strength and diversity… courage and grace.
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala—the eternal call of sacred kinship, echoing through every soul that dares to walk the way of divine dignity.
This is the morning of remembrance. Rise with the sun of understanding. Turn with the wheel of trust. Bow with the beast of reverence. Stand with the spotted grace of those who know the mystery of divine inheritance.
You are not outside the circle. You are its fire.
— I AM Michael of Nebadon
