[tmtranscripts] Tomas - on Friendship

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Tomas - on Friendship

Good morning! As I have said before, this is Tomas.

You would hear this morning, my lesson?  I bring to you many in observance 
who acknowledge your greeting and gratefully would return it. Where do we 
proceed with such a rich audience? Would you feel conspicuous knowing others 
are here? Our friendship is the occasion for this spectacle, witnessed by 
others. Such friendship is the source of all our forward movement; indeed, 
friendship is where our Father dwells with joy celebrating his children’s 
affection. We have observed your friendships, your willingness and interest 
in cultivating the same; this friendship which is an end in itself. When we 
greet another, affirming the value of another, giving that person our 
attention, our admiration, our respect, the ear of our heart, we invite the 
gift of heaven, we allow the infusion of love, and where this occurs is truly 
holy ground; as you share yourself, the truth of who you are with another. 

There is sometimes a tendency for mortals to want a solution to their world’s 
problems, a program, an agenda, a revelation, a religion, some sort of state, 
some apparatus that will address these problems and solve their dilemma.  
This is wishful thinking, and it may lead to truthful thinking for in truth 
it is in and upon and through your willingness to engage yourself in this 
divine friendship we offer sharing it with others with respect for who they 
are even as you discover more of who you are; it is this process, this action 
where our Father becomes active, and his action is that influence that is 
changing your world, gradually eroding the grip of fear yielding to the 
relaxation within that state otherwise sought but now found in love. Yes, it 
is the state of love that we would establish, and how else can love grow, 
assume its place filling those voids in your heart, in your lives than in and 
through friendship. 

In this state, the means that is the empty channel, the riverbed becomes the 
river. You delight in its movement, you marvel in its beauty, you play in its 
substance, you recreate in this endeavor and rediscover the truth of who you 
are; beloved children, cherished friends, fellows in this journey of the 
liberation of your souls in faith breaking the boundaries of fear. How often 
do we run past this treasure, running after the illusion that another may 
offer this same gift? How often does the mortal cherish the bed in which it 
flows more than the water itself? Remember your joy entering its depths, 
feeling its support, the gift of its movement, gentle but strong, steady. You 
who would traverse this world to another, the many worlds which beckon, would 
do so only by entering this moving stream of friendship.