Vol. 34 No. 5 - I AM the Witness - February 3, 1991
I AM the Witness
“Do you believe you can be healed?”
“Yes” was my audible answer to this question from the lay pastor. To myself I retorted, “But not in an Anglican church!”
Dressed in an open-necked shirt, the lay priest held my outstretched heels. I felt incongruous on a plastic chair in front of the altar. Observing that my legs were of uneven length, he informed me that he was going to ask Jesus to heal me. I shut my eyes to concentrate on a possible change in my physique. “Open your eyes, I want you to watch.” An automobile accident sixteen years before had left me in continuous pain and I was unable to sit still for more than an hour.
“Heavenly Father, we ask for the healing of this body. In the name of Jesus, I demand healing.”
With these words, my heels were perfectly aligned. The distance of about one-and-a-half inches had been filled in. I hadn’t felt a thing. Reading my amazed face and placing his hands on my lower spine, he said: “I’m not pulling your leg.” He said: “We thank God and accept this healing.” I walked back to my seat in humility after my blasphemous challenge, “Yes, but not here!”
As a teenager, I had been turned off to the Anglican church at school. Although they were not able to answer our many questions satisfactorily, the headmistress of my boarding school forced a delegation of us to be confirmed in that church, although we had told her that we did not feel ready to take the vows.
In the first place, I thought it was most unfair that most people in the world were doomed simply because they had never heard of Jesus. There were a quarter billion blacks in Africa and many billions in the Far East who never heard of him. What about all the people who had lived before Jesus? What was their situation?
The cousin who had dragged me to this prayer meeting said, “I told you!” Her concern about my back problems prompted her to get me to the service. A “born-again” Christian in the “charismatic church,” she had invited me to spend a few days with her.
Arriving home, I inspected myself. Yes, my spine was different. My hips were almost symmetrical, my legs were the same length and my back seemed to be flatter. I was intrigued and thankful.
The next day I resolved to test the healing by taking a dictaphone typing job with lawyers. I survived the first week sitting still for seven hours with my foot on the pedal, earphones plugged in and fingers on the keyboard. It was miraculous. I felt aches all along my upper back, but they seemed to be muscular rather than the intense spinal pain. Telling myself it was “only the muscles readjusting,” I determined to retain the healing. While still automatically stretching intermittently to relieve the tension, it dawned upon me that the pain “wasn’t there.” It was only after two weeks of not having the pain there that I realized how much I had become accustomed to “always having the pain there.”
I attended the Bible classes of this lay priest. He was very enthusiastic and devout about saving souls for Jesus. We sang lots of songs of praise which were fun. Having just returned from a season in Tonga and the South Seas, arms outstretched in praise reminded me of the Polynesian dances in celebration of God’s handiwork in seas, trees and sky. The priest offered me the bible which had belonged to his son. This son was on a soul-searching pilgrimage to the Far East, his father not knowing his whereabouts.
Returning to America, I went to my physician for a checkup. The usual routine pronounced me fit. Finally I asked him, “What do you think of my spine?” We had spent years seeking solutions from chiropractors and others and the best solution–the whirlpool! He inspected my back in silence, then asked, “What did you do?” “Thirty seconds of divine buzz,” I answered.
Thoughtfully, he quoted some medical terminology about a slight pelvic tilt and scoliosis, but agreed that my problem was unaccountably solved.
“Good for you, you’re the second person I’ve seen who’s been healed like that,” was his parting remark.
I soon found another source of Jesus’ ongoing and very physical ministry. Jesus would speak to us through Mrs. Elizabeth Clare Prophet. It was definitely the same Jesus. His messages threw much light on my teenage questions which the Anglican pastors could not answer, such as “Where are the greater works?” “Because I go unto my Father, greater works shall ye do.” We must be doing something wrong as this was a promise. The promise of not even the SAME works, but GREATER works shall ye do!
Upon my return to Africa, I found that the Moslems there knew all about Saint Issa–“Our Jesus” when he was in India. They said he was an “avatar.” I called up the lay priest introducing myself as “one whom you healed.” His reply was “I didn’t heal you, Jesus did.” Correct. I sent him a Pearl of Wisdom from Jesus. He did not like the message, though. I wondered if his son found Jesus in India or Tibet and perhaps will return home to tell him about those “Lost Years.”
Since joining the Keepers of the Flame, all those treasured “jewels” of discovery that I had collected throughout my travels fell into place. Like colored crystals in a kaleidoscope, they formed perfect patterns. Before they had seemed unrelated or fragmented. Now I saw that they were, after all, related. No one has the monopoly on God. Christians can’t monopolize Jesus. Jesus won’t allow it, he will work through anyone, even YOU! Since then, I am about my Father’s business–in a very quiet way.
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During the ten years following this healing I experienced no similar problems at all. In 1989 (I don’t recall the date) I was present when Jesus asked us, through his Messenger, to take back the karma which he had been holding for us. I was one who wholeheartedly agreed to do this so that Jesus would be free to help other souls to find their true path.
(Note: After this dictation the Messenger even cautioned us to perhaps accept some of the karma now and more later as we were able to tolerate it. Somehow I didn’t feel I could go back on my word and asked my Holy Christ Self to adjudicate.)
Lo and behold, within hours, I was aware of an ache in my back. I wondered whether it was a chill or from sitting in decrees for many hours.
It quickly dawned on me that this was the pain, the backache of which I had been relieved ten years ago by Jesus. This was part of the karma. I was in awe and not some slight trepidation as to the magnitude of the rest of the burden. However, this created a greater resolve in me to invoke the violet flame for healing.
I am most grateful to report that within a very few weeks I was no longer aware of any pain at all. I did not have to change careers once again due to infirmity (as had occurred before).
This speedy transmutation of karma and its residual effects on my body I am sure was thanks to the healing violet flame. Now neither Jesus nor I need carry this burden. Humbled I am before Mercy’s Flame.
With many thanks for your good works,
Dear Friends,
This is my witness:
In 1985, when I first discovered the Teachings I had a very interesting dream. I remember being shown some pages. They were blue pages with words on them and I remember somebody saying to me, very authoritatively, that these prayers were very powerful and could be used for any situation–as a solution in any crisis. As you can imagine, I wanted to find these prayers so I could use them.
Anyway, a short time later I was introduced to Archangel Michael’s Rosary and was delighted to realize that these were the prayers from my dream. The pages I had seen were the Alternate Preamble from the Rosary. At that time I also realized that the being who had spoken to me in my dream must have been Archangel Michael.
For many months I gave Archangel Michael’s Rosary daily and truly loved to give it. I know that it gave me what I needed as an impetus to pursue the Teachings and I am grateful to Archangel Michael for his intercession in my life through his Rosary and for the miracles I have seen in my own life and in the lives of others through dedication to the Rosary.
Thank you, Archangel Michael!
While in college, I was searching for answers to my questions about life. I spent much time in new age book stores, started my own new age group to talk with others who were searching and enrolled in a course in Buddhism. A lama from Tibet visited our class. While attending a meditation session with him, I had a sudden awareness. I made an affirmation while walking home that “I am going to leave the cycles of rebirth in this lifetime.” (My first step on the path of the ascension!)
Soon after, I made a fervent plea to God for a personal Guru who could guide me on this path. Even though I was in Transcendental Meditation at the time, I didn’t consider Maharishi Mahesh Yogi my guru!
Within a short period of time, I had a conversation with an acquaintance who told me that he was going to go to Washington, D.C., to hear the Teachings of the Ascended Masters of the Great White Brotherhood. As soon as he said those words, I knew I had to find out about this. I practically begged him to tell me. I was so excited! He lent me Saint Germain’s book on Alchemy and when I saw Saint Germain’s picture, there was a soul recognition.
When I attended my first Sunday service in D.C., in March of 1979, the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant disaster was happening. The intercession of the elementals in that problem, through the fiery invocations made by the students, impressed upon me the power of the spoken Word. I realized that serious planetary problems could be handled with this science and I fell in love with the giving of decrees.
I told a friend about this wonderful teaching and we went to a study group. There I saw a pink picture of Mother overshadowed by Sanat Kumara. My heart leapt in recognition! The leader of the group offered to give us a ride cross-country to California for the summer conference. We had been planning to attend another gathering in Arizona, where they were going to be having “Om circles.” But when he told us that hundreds of people would be decreeing together that sounded even better!
When I arrived at Camelot I knew I wanted to stay. We were greeted with a courtly bow at the parking lot. The conference was a wonderful anchoring of light. My first dictation was Neptune and Luara (the elementals!). I stayed for the summer work program in the Kitchen and Construction Departments. When my friends left me to go back East, I was at the Los Angeles Ashram and Mother was there talking with people. I just cried and cried because I was experiencing such intense emotions. At last I had found a personal Guru!
I went to Portia’s quarter in the fall of 1980 and it was a tremendous blessing! On one occasion, I looked up and in the sky was an upside down rainbow with ripples going through it! A little child exclaimed, “It’s Portia smiling!” Then on the bus ride to our Camp Victory dormitories there was a patch of rainbow on either side of the setting sun. It was the scales of Justice! It was Divine Justice that I was led to the Teachings of the Ascended Masters of the Great White Brotherhood and to beloved Mother, to whom I am so grateful for being my Guru Ma and Messenger of Light!
After Portia’s quarter I went to the Chicago Teaching Center, but really wanted to do outreach and go stumping. My Holy Christ Self directly told me that I was going to be working with my twin flame on the State Fair Stump. I also had a vision of four children, a boy, a girl, and two boys that I was going to have. So I wrote a letter to Lanello saying that I wanted to go stumping.
One day Mother called up the Chicago Teaching Center and I asked her if I could go stumping and she said, “Do you want to go?” and I said “Oh, yes!” very emphatically. She replied, “Well, you’ll find out.” The next day I did. I was going on the State Fair Stump.
I was assigned to go out with one team, but two days before they left, I was switched to go stumping for six weeks with a man whom I had known on staff. I remembered the first time I met him at Camelot. My soul had known him before. This was not a romantic interest, but a soul recognition. Also our paths kept crossing. Previous to this time, he had been on a stump back East when I was out there. He had even met my parents! The Masters kept putting us together in the same areas at the same time.
I felt that Lanello definitely helped on this tour. As soon as I was with this staff member I knew he was my twin flame. The Masters lifted the veil for me and I absolutely knew he was the one, but he had no idea. It really is something to find your true love and to realize how all the angels worked so hard to bring you together. And Lanello was right with us. We made the comment all the time that we could always feel Lanello’s presence so clearly. We were amazed at how harmonious and balanced we felt working with each other.
Later we were joined by two others as we travelled cross-country for six months. When we returned to Camelot, we were both assigned to the Kitchen. I had fallen in love with him and knew we were supposed to be together. He wasn’t so sure. When I finally surrendered the fact that he wasn’t interested (which was a big test for me), he realized that he was in love with me and asked me to marry him. He recalled our time on the stump and how harmonious and balanced it had been being together.
However, even after he asked me to marry him, he had second thoughts and was getting “cold feet.” He was in the Chapel of the Holy Family meditating before Mother Mary’s statue, debating whether to get married or not, when he saw tears flowing down her face. He knew that his divine mission was to be married and to bring in children. He had a conversion through the heart of Mother Mary and went ahead with his proposal.
He had to leave to work in Canada, but we were married three months later. We lived there while he got his visa permit and we had two children. Later we decided to move to Virginia, but my husband wanted to do a feasibility study of life in Montana and took a 2,000-mile detour to see what it was like. That was it. We moved to Montana and now have four beautiful children, a boy, a girl and two boys–just like in my vision. Although it hasn’t been easy living here, it’s been worth it. Every time we think about going somewhere else, there is nowhere else we want to be.
Lovingly,
The Tube of Light works, even if you don’t know what it is!
I had been searching for many years for a philosophy that would bring meaning and truth to my life. It was Spring, 1973. I had just started taking a home-study course that included meditating for fifteen minutes each morning. The instructions said to center yourself for meditation. The instructions did not say what to center in, so, I figured the only thing to center in was light.
Each morning I pictured myself centered in a brilliant sphere of white light. I had been practicing this meditation for a couple of weeks when came the fateful morning.
I finished my meditation and got in my car to drive to work. I was living in a new neighborhood and was not yet totally familiar with the streets. As I pulled away from the curb, I realized I did not have my safety belt on. I drew the belt across me and had just buckled it in place when I looked to my left and saw a terrifying sight.
While I had been putting on my shoulder belt, I had moved out into an intersection and a car was almost ready to smash directly into my side of the car. In that split second before impact, I had just enough time to silently command, “Stay centered!”
The oncoming car smashed into the door next to me. There was the sound of twisting metal and shattering glass. I was thrown so violently to the right that it was impossible for me to control the car. The seat belt held me in the car and prevented me from hitting anything inside the car. I felt like a rag doll with arms and legs totally useless due to the terrific impact. I couldn’t reach the steering wheel or the brake. My car was pushed diagonally across the intersection and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My car slammed into the corner of a chain link fence and stopped.
I was conscious all through the crash. Then I felt I had to lean my head back on the seat for a moment. I saw stars, so I must have been out of my body briefly. Then I heard someone yell, “Call an ambulance!” I opened my eyes and said, “No, you don’t need to call an ambulance.” I lifted my head and immediately became dizzy. Then I said, “Maybe you should call an ambulance.”
I sat up and unhooked my seat belt. I moved around. Nothing hurt. No blood anywhere. The driver’s side of the car was totally smashed. I looked for my glasses and found them, unbroken, under the floor mat on the passenger’s side. I climbed out the passenger’s door. By the Grace of God, I did not need the ambulance.
A policeman came up. He let me go home, only a block away, to get my roommate to help. I ran home and caught my roommate just before she left for work. When we went back to the car, I got a good look at it for the first time. The driver’s side was completely mangled. The car was a total wreck.
It turned out that the car that hit me had been speeding and was going around 50 miles per hour in a 25 miles per hour zone. It was a miracle that I walked away from that crash. I discovered later I had a couple of scratches on my arm and maybe a slight concussion which was taken care of by spending the rest of the day in bed. I was sore, but back at work the next day.
I realized at the time that what had saved me from severe if not fatal injuries was the light of my meditation in which I had commanded myself to stay centered. About two and a half years later I found the philosophy that brought meaning and truth to my life. When I came into the Teachings of the Ascended Masters, I realized that what had saved me was my Tube of Light. I am so grateful for the Laws of God that work–even when one doesn’t know about them!
It was in the fall of last year when I was blessed with two demonstrations of the Ascended Masters’ Love and Power.
I had read in an earlier dictation to try the Masters and await their response. I had never felt compelled to ask the Brotherhood for any confirmation of their existence before, as these Teachings make my heart sing. But it was their wish and my interest grew.
The first occurred as I was seated at the AV station at our study group. As I was decreeing, I gazed upon the picture of Kuthumi and suddenly his eyes were ablaze with a Divine Love and Wisdom which grew and intensified until I literally saw the Cosmos behind them. I could see the stars. It only took a few seconds for this most gracious and humble Master to show me what I can become and will become as a faithful servant of God. He is mine and I am his.
The second demonstration occurred a few months later the first time I gave Mother Mary’s Novena Prayer to Our Lady of Good Remedy. When I came to “I AM the Resurrection and the Life of Church Universal and Triumphant!” I was overshadowed by the Presence of Lanello. I physically felt him saying these words through me. I sensed my head getting larger (as Mark was a bigger man than I). I could feel the curl of his mouth, the look of his eyes.
“Lanello is decreeing for his Church!” I thought. As I moved onward through the prayer his Presence decreased.
I am grateful that these two Masters would bestow upon me their Presence in such a personal way.
May the Grace of God and the Glory of His Word be with us each day.
Sincerely,
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