Johnny went for a walk one day and along the path he found a small bird. 
There was nothing of note in that small being.  She was drab and feathers were
nondescript but there was in the beak a small red ruby.  Johnny stooped down and
raised that little bird to his face and blew softly upon her.  She dropped the
small red stone and as he watched her feathers glowed with a silvery light.  The
tiny beak opened and out of the bird came the most melodious sound he had ever
heard.  Johnny held the small being closer and shut his eyes.  His hand closed
gently around her and he felt her small heart beating rhythmically.  There was
no sense of fear in the tiny creature and that amazed him. 

Why is it that such a tiny creature can choose to hold dearly this small red
stone he asked and why was it that she willingly parted with it.  The tiny birds
beak opened and in the throat he saw there was not one but several of the small
red rubies.  There was no other sound in the glade as he reached forward and the
bird once more dropped one of the tiny red stones into his hand.

If there is one there must be more available he thought.  The tiny bird once
more opened her beak and dropped a third red stone into the palm of his hand. 
The sounds of the forest dimmed as he watched the shiny red stones appear one
after the other.  There seemed to be no end to them and he wondered at the
beauty he saw within this tiny bird that chose to share so willingly the red
stones within her. 


Johnny red is the name of the tiny bird and if one is willing to share all
that is within the capacity to give, and even when it is a given there will be
no more, that tiny bird once more reaches deep within and always found that one
red ruby that was needed to be in the sharing allowed... 


...Humility is a quality that ensures there is not the profile placed above
that of any other and there are many that are not incapacitated in that
regard... 


Given to me by Johnny Red – A Voice From the Past

Start blJeremiah was walking along the south end of the creek one day when he
happened to spy a younger man struggling on the opposite bank with a large green
stone the length and breadth of which was equal to the size of the man himself. 
Jeremiah paused on the edge of the bank for a time and watched the struggle
occurring on the opposite bank.  As the younger man looked down into the water
he saw Jeremiah’s reflection watching him from the other side.  He paused in his
struggles and looked across the waters at his oldest friend.

 “I didn’t recognize you over there” he uttered.  “I forgot the time we were
friends and all I saw was an old and beaten man.”

“There is nothing in this world that I would not have done for you”, the
older man cried, “but as I see you struggling, I realize that it is not my help
you require but the aid and assistance of one far greater and more powerful than
I myself would profess to be.  Even in my prime I would not have been able to
help you move such a large and heavy burden.” 

“Aahhh my friend” the young man said, “with the aid of one and another I’m
certain we would not only move this stone but 10 thousand more like it.” 

There is no greater power granted.  There is no greater treasure.  There is
naught that will lighten the burdens of a soul in difficulty than the knowledge
there is even one other single solitary soul that cares.

We tell you that there is nothing that you can offer one of the dark that
will change their patterns of behaviour.  Their mission is to provide an
environment that creates disturbances in your very souls.  If it were not for
the appearance of those dark entities in your world there would be not the
continuing vigilance required of the Warriors of the Light but it is not with
weapons of destruction will come a changing of their guardians.  When there is a
meeting of a member of their forces with one of ours there is a clash that is in
essence creating openings within the beings to stand on the brink and peer
through the veil at what is indeed the power of choice. 

Just as Jeremiah faced his own sense of powerlessness in the task across the
waters, so do each one of you.  Just as the young man saw the truth in the
reflected image in the water, so is it possible for those afflicted with the
scales of darkness to see their own true potential reflected in the light
pouring from the countenances of those of you that are of a loving nature.

Given to me by members of the Sirian High Council