Helen:  Is there someone in the higher realms who wishes to communicate with me?

Unidentified:  Oh yes little one.  We wait for your call.  Let this be the day of reckoning for the darkest on the planet.  Let them change their minds in the next few hours, or their world will be turned asunder and they will fall into the pit.  I beg you to make acts of sacrifice for the poor souls who already have one foot above the pit.

H:  I know that you are Sananda.

S:  Yes, and I am calling you to give of your heart to those who are unaware what tragedy awaits them in but a few hours.  If they could repent, mend their ways, even though it may take centuries for them to reclaim their dignity, they would not be lost forever.  This is what wounds my heart to the quick, that  mankind did not acknowledge the gift of life, and preferred to live as if his soul was his own, he was his own master, and naught mattered but self.  Great, great is this tragedy. 

H:  What would you wish me to do?

S:  Offer yourself for those who have no heart, whose heart is of stone.  Be love, think love, do acts of love for the next up to 11 or 12 hours.  Much is happening on earth in the next few hours, much blood will be shed, many will leave the earth plane.  I weep for the children of those heartless souls.  Please find them and care for them, as they are not guilty of their fathers' sins.

H:  Dear Sananda, I have not known you to be so sad.

S:  There is no pain greater than to watch your beloved fall into the pit, screaming, swearing, blaming others.

H:  May I comfort you?

S:  Yes.  Give me your heart, full of love for souls.  Let me place my heart into yours to be comforted.  In a few days all will be new, and we shall continue, and slowly the sadness will fade.

H: As you heal me, so do I now comfort you, my holy brother.

S:  It is done,

H:  The Divine Mother in me supports the Divine Son.

(pause)

Do you wish me to send this to the 18?