Global Change Teachings for the New Millennium

Repersonalization and the Opening Up of Memory Circuitry in the Upstepping of the Adjudication of the Case of the Bright and Morning Star versus Lucifer since 1989. The Absolute Necessity of the Beginning Establishment of the Cosmic Family to Usher in the First Stage of Light and Life on a Fallen World.

to members and guests of Global Community Communications Church at a World-Wide Sunday Service

Presented by Niánn Emerson Chase

I grew up on Native American reservations, so as a child I experienced wild open spaces of land and black evening skies unhindered by the lights of human civilization. I recall many nights looking up at the vastness of the star-studded heavens and experiencing fear and awe at the bigness and deepness of space. I felt very small and insignificant in the hugeness of what I sensed the heavens were and, at the same time, I felt lovingly enveloped by that same space.

My family and friends could not quite understand what I was feeling and thinking when I tried to express the depth of my emotions and thoughts when I looked into the night sky. It was as if they did not sense the immensity of space to the extent that I did, nor did they understand the paradox of my feelings about space—fear, awe, and being loved. By the time I was ten or eleven I was more at ease with my mixed emotions about space; thus I relaxed and wallowed in the beauty and wonder of the night skies, and did so without needing to share my thoughts and feelings with other humans, for I felt the presence of unseen family and friends and I felt “at home” with seeming solitude.

Often on long, sunny spring and fall days I would come home from school, have a snack, visit briefly with my cheerful and loving mother, and then leave to climb by myself the mesa behind our house. I would spend a couple of hours roaming the flat top, sometimes sitting on the edge of the east side, looking down on the village, observing the Apache children play outside while their mothers prepared supper over an open fire in their outdoor summer kitchens. As I heard the laughter of the children and smelled the smoke from the cooking fires, I would thank God for my own family and my own home that was filled with warmth, laughter, and safety. My love for my family enveloped the Apache families that I watched and heard from my perch on the mesa. I personally knew many of those families; many of the children were my classmates, and some were my close friends who sometimes explored the surrounding desert with me.

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