Urantia lost yet another luminary recently. Mark Bloomfield, just 54, died after an incident in Wales. The matter is under investigation. The latest report is here: https://www.yourtango.com/2019326640/who-was-mark-bloomfield-new-details-mother-theresas-assistant-who-died-bar-fight?fbclid=IwAR1BtVnnwCJjk_Lts93gaTnlid5driA0wMYYbdwG8eGTj0Cr5LKgIY1qp18
Mark left a trail of revelation behind, in South America, Central America, Africa, Australia, Europe and Asia. While in Africa he would send reports as he placed books around the continent, spreading the “benign virus of love” as he went. I would edit and post his reports here: http://urantia.invisionzone.com/index.php?/topic/208-seeding-africa/
He once wrote: Your fieldworker, [Mark] as should by now be well known, is able and willing to remain in the field on an indefinite basis and as always is daily adapting to the environment in which he finds himself. The cost and means of shipping and seeding books here is a known quantity and enough UB quotes exist that point to the calm, careful, free and loving presentation of the fifth epochal revelation to the potential and actual leader/teacher strata of all races, nations and religions of the world as being Michael’s plan and the Father’s will as to make a small book of.
Thank you and God bless you all.
In search of the Father’s will, Mark Philip Bloomfield.
Mark’s been called the Indiana Jones of the UB readership. I thought he also had strong streaks of John the Baptist and Peter. He did not live the safe life, he battled poachers in Africa, almost went to jail more than once. He often bravely went down lonely, dangerous roads, just to seed a remote library, shake a hand, smile, asking only for support. Read of his fearless UB seeding in South Africa in a bad neighborhood here: http://urantia.invisionzone.com/index.php?/topic/208-seeding-africa/
Mark wrote this while in S Africa: …A hundred large hardcover Urantia Books plus personal luggage deposited by the big Afrikaans bus driver on to the pavement of downtown Kimberley on a bright Sunday morning after two back to back sleepless overnight bus trips from Cape Town via Port Elizabeth and Bloemfontain. Left shoulder still out of action, unarmed with all his cash on him as always with the local street life already around him and not believing their luck.
To the complete astonishment of the biggest, baddest looking thug amongst them I walked straight up to him, looked him straight in the eye and pointing to the boxes, told him to watch my luggage and make sure no one takes anything before I headed off up the road without even waiting for his response or bothering to look back.
Not far along the road I came to a petrol station where a young black guy was pumping gas. Putting a twenty Rand note (about $3) into his empty hand I asked him to call me a cab and pointing to where I had left the books, started back for them, again not waiting for a response.
Ten minutes later, both the taxi driver and the gas station guy who had followed me back after a few minutes had loaded all the books into the taxi whilst my reformed hoodlum friend faithfully kept watch with the same look of bewilderment on his face and I was on my way to my next set of four walls and a bed, staring out of the vehicle’s window indifferently and wondering what to do about lunch.
If the UB readership awarded sainthoods (heaven forbid!) or we needed our first martyr, Mark would be nominated. There are so many more readers now than when Mark began seeding the planet. So long, Bloom, you wild man.
Urantia Foundation has a full page of links to Mark’s reports from the fields here: https://www.urantia.org/search/node/mark%20bloomfield.