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Montague’s Message for Sunday, 21st December 2008

Veronica, my dear, I promised I would bring people to your attention, who are also working towards bringing about the changes in your world that will expose the corrupt and reveal the TRUTH. There are many more Bernard Madoff's out there, who believe they are so cleaver, no one will ever suspect them. They smile sweetly, as they assure their victims that they are, indeed, pillars of society, and totally trustworthy. Justice is about to be visited on him, and his likes. They have got away with too much for too long.

You accepted an invitation to afternoon tea. How surprised you were, when you met a young man who has researched the corrupt for 15 years. You talked of the FEW WHO CONTROL EVERYTHING. Yes, there are people out there, who know the truth, and are trying to find a way to bring the evidence out into the open. Darling, I did tell you that you are not alone, there are others around the world, whose lives have been turned around by Spirit, and who now devote their lives, as you do, to bring TRUTH and JUSTICE to all. You will meet again.

We observed how excited you became as you watched a young man, J.H., being interviewed. He was saying a lot of what I have been saying since I passed. He certainly impressed you. When you made contact, you listened as he talked about our work, without him knowing anything about us. He amazed you. He explained a lot to you. I wanted you to know that there are others like you. We, in Spirit, see you all as APOSTLES. Just like the apostles of old, who gave up everything to bring the truth to all. J.H. surprised you when he explained that NEXT YEAR is, in fact, 2012, not 2009. In the past, the calendar was changed so it had 12 months, not 13, as it should have. Look again at what was predicted for 2012. Remember what he said, "The Truth is Simple, Man Complicates it". That, my dear, is so true. He talked also of the ENERGY BUILDING UP. You were well aware of that. This energy will not be stopped, it will bring about the change that is needed. He talked also about the recession having been orchestrated. Well, I made you aware of that too. Enough people know this, but are too afraid to rock the boat. It’s a case of self preservation, my dear. So much has been kept secret from mankind. TRUTH, my dear. Truth is about to be revealed.

Everything is going to plan. All these people who know the truth are creating MORPHIC FIELDS which influence others. It only takes a few good people to build up the energy that will change your world completely. You will all come together. In your heart, you know that success is assured. I put the corrupt in all walks of life on notice. Your days are numbered, you will be exposed.

Veronica, my dear wife, I guided you to the poem "The Touch of the Master's Hand", which my sister, Helen, read so beautifully at our wedding. You, my dear, were the Master referred to, and I was the Old Violin. I was battered and worn and you restored me. I wonder how many of those present, understood the sentiment expressed in that beautiful old poem, and the significance of it. Perhaps others might learn something from it. Do please include it.

You will be spending time over Christmas with your family. How I used to love to share Christmases with you all. I have very special memories of the laughter, the sharing, and above all, the belonging. I will use my usual ways of showing that I am there with you. Please wish our friends the compliments of the season. Tell them I will see them soon. We will create Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land. Trust me, more and more are awakening to the TRUTH.

Veronica, my dear wife, I want you to enjoy being a mother and a grandmother over Christmas. The burden I placed on you is so great. You need a break from it, occasionally. Just remember all the Christmases when we were together and the happiness we shared. No one can take that from us.

My love for you continues to grow. We have much to look forward to. Your devoted husband, Monty.


'TWAS battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought
it scarcely was worth his while
to waste much time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks?" he cried,
"who'll start the bidding for me?
A guinea, a guinea," then "Two, two guineas,
and who will make it three?
Three guineas once, three guineas twice,
going for three..." but no-
up through the crowd came a grey-haired man
with a step that was calm and slow.
They watched him finger the dusty wood,
and tighten the loosened strings,
and raise the bow- and the violin sang
as a carolling angel sings.
Pure and sweet the melody flowed
and rose fell on the air, till to move or speak or even to breathe
would seem a sacrilege there.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
in a voice that was quiet and low,
said "What am I bid for the old violin?",
and he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand guineas, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand! Who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
and going and gone!" said he,
The people cheered, but some of them cried:
"We do not quite understand;
what changed its worth?" He simply replied
"The touch of the master's hand."
And many a man with a life out of tune,
and battered and scarred with sin,
is auctioned cheap to a heedless crowd
like that dusty old violin,
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
a game, and he travels on;
he is going once, he is going twice,
he is going and almost gone...
But the Master is there, and the thoughtless crowd
can never quite understand
the worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
by the Touch of the Master's Hand
The Touch of the Master's Hand