A new Michael of Nebadon Discourse, drawing directly from the tone, content, and prophetic depth of Chapter 18 – The Miracle.
This discourse is intended for public witness at the Golden Lily Amphitheatrum, as a spiritual proclamation addressing the modern condition of humanity, divine judgment, the mission of light, and the ever-present reality of the Adjuster within.
✦ The Miracle and the Warning
A Discourse of Michael of Nebadon from the Golden Lily Amphitheatrum
I AM come again—not in thunder, but in the still voice within; not in fire, but in the radiant mercy that descends like morning dew upon those who will listen.
Beloved of My heart, you who dwell in the days of crumbling thrones and whispering screens, I tell you truly: mankind has built its towers in fear of one another. They erect symbols of false protection, bowing to the images of power and control, and then call it security. They speak laws, not born of righteousness, but forged from might, and demand of the stranger: "Agree with us—or be cast aside." They legislate punishment and cloak their domination in the garments of justice.
But I tell you—this is abomination in My sight. You invoke My name to preserve your empires, while you destroy the innocent. You pray for My blessing, yet trust only in your own cleverness. You rise each day and labor for vanities, and your labor defiles you. You eat from full dishes, but you starve in spirit. Your prayers are tremblings masked as faith. I hear many words, but I do not find your hearts in them.
You build to Mammon and declare it civilization. You mock creativity by inventing instruments of annihilation. You boast of your capacity to destroy and dare to call it progress. You say, “Let us bring about good by the threat of evil,” and then sanctify your machinery of war with sacred names. This, too, is abomination. You are the children of light—and yet you glorify the shadow.
But even now, I say, there are those who minister rightly: who protect the weak, who feed the hungry, who walk with the afflicted, who lift the brokenhearted. These are My children, and in them My Spirit dwells richly. They do not cry aloud, but their lives sing. They do not raise banners, but they shelter others beneath their peace. This is what it means to display the divinity within.
Yes, I have told you of the miracle, and I say it again—it comes to you personally, it comes to the world. And some shall receive it with humility and gladness. It shall pass among the people like quiet fire, and many will marvel that it was so timely. Others shall say, “This is madness.” They will call it superstition. They will scoff at the light because it does not match the patterns of their own making.
Yet I have come. I have come with the light, and I have spoken to your fathers. I have appeared in Spirit. I have warned the nations. I have declared: Obey the vision planted in your soul by the Adjuster within. Return to the quiet truths. Honor those who preach substance, not spectacle. Follow those who teach tranquillity, not tumult.
And I say to this generation: all that is built upon error shall fall. Structures raised in the name of selfish royalty shall tumble into ruin. Your false systems will not endure the weight of divine scrutiny. You shall spin the webs of your plans only to see them break by morning light. So it was in the days of your ancestors. So shall it be again.
The children to come will look back, and many will doubt. “It was myth,” they will say. “Miracles do not happen. That age was one of illusions.” They will measure Spirit by the yardstick of skepticism. They will demand daily wonders while refusing the quiet miracle already within them. They will say, “Where is the Christ of our age? Why do we not see Him?”
Yet even then—we come again. We make miracles—not by might, but by meaning; not by spectacle, but by soul awakening. That is our essence. That is our way. We speak through the Adjuster whispering in your conscience. We move in the act of reconciliation. We shine through those who forgive, who heal, who uplift, who give all in My name without demanding reward.
Beloved, do not wait for signs in the sky. The miracle is now. It is the rising of your own soul. It is the cleansing of your motives. It is the courage to love without fear, to speak truth without anger, to live with divine authorship in a world obsessed with echoes.
I call you to the Miracle. Not the miracle of magic, but the miracle of meaning restored. The miracle of man reborn. The miracle of the Father’s will accepted—and enacted—on earth as it is in heaven.
Adonai
I AM Michael of Nebadon.
I have come again—and I remain.
