Vol. 34 No. 7 - I AM the Witness - February 17, 1991
I AM the Witness
I began seeking in my teens, as did many of us. But I was particularly diligent–I looked everywhere. I looked in mainstream religion and, my desire not satisfied, I looked in the occult and in new-age religions. Finally someone told me that when I would find the “Celestial Hierarchy” all my questions would be answered. I studied, I searched, I meditated–I even called libraries in this country and in Europe for information on the “Celestial Hierarchy,” but to no avail.
Mostly I hoped. I had a vague awareness that there was a group of people on earth who knew the real meaning of life and whose mission it was to communicate this awareness not in the old tradition of secrecy but in the new vibration of freedom, telling all who would listen. I felt I had to be with them, but first I had to find them.
In my desire I must have said a prayer, although I don’t remember it. But after years of waiting I had an experience that changed my life forever.
One Sunday morning I awoke very early to send my husband and his friends off on a fishing trip. Once they were gone I had the house to myself, except for my little girl, who would nap through the morning. When I lay down for a short rest I fell into a deep sleep. From some other realm a strong personal presence spoke to me. This “person,” who I now understand was an Ascended Master, gave me a message so vivid I can remember it to this day.
The Master showed me a woman whom he said was currently in embodiment. He explained to me that she had been embodied numerous times on earth. Through those lives she had learned many lessons and had earnestly dedicated herself to a path of service. In each lifetime she attained greater purification until by her example she had qualified herself to become a representative of the “Celestial Hierarchy” in this life.
The Master further showed me that, after thousands of years of the old dispensation, this was the age for woman to come into her true identity and that the Hierarchy needed this example to show the Christ as Woman. He told me that today this woman was actually wearing the mantle of Vicar of Christ, a statement which stands out in my memory because, not having been raised Catholic, the title meant very little to me at the time.
The Master charged me to seek and find this Christed one, stating that she held the key to my own divine feminine and to the fulfillment of my personal divine plan. Finally he told me I would know her by the name “Mother.”
As I awoke I lay still for several minutes trying to comprehend all I had been shown. I was profoundly moved that someone cared enough about me to actually come to me and answer my deepest questions. Now I had only one mission left–to find “Mother.”
In excitement I walked into my living room. On the coffee table a friend had left a book on the Secret Teachings of the Ages. I grabbed it, hoping to find my first clue. I flipped through the pages and suddenly stopped on the article on Hypatia, the great female scholar of ancient Greece. As I began to read her story I exclaimed, “It’s her! This is the woman I shall find! This is Mother!” I later came to know that this was indeed one of the past embodiments of my mentor.
As the weeks went by I asked everyone I met if they knew Mother. I got some interesting responses. One woman who considered herself a teacher offered to be that “Mother” for me, but I knew she was not the one. My search continued until I was instructed in another dream to go to a certain church where classes were being taught on new age teachings. There, I was told, I would meet a black man who would lead me to the greatest treasure on earth.
I obediently began attending sessions there. I wasn’t impressed by the teacher and did not meet anyone particularly impressive except for a black couple who seemed to have an extra sparkle of joy in their auras. After a few weeks I was ready to quit but decided to attend one more session.
As we were milling around before class I faintly heard from across the room the word “Mother.” All ears, I turned to hear this black couple discussing a coming event with another classmate. I ran across the room. “Do you know Mother?” “Yes,” they replied. In answer to my questions they told me that “Mother” was Elizabeth Clare Prophet, Messenger for the Great White Brotherhood, and that she would be teaching at a conference near my home the next week.
They agreed to take me, and of course I knew my search was over when I laid eyes on her. I will never forget the bonding I felt when she looked into my eyes and shook my hand. I knew I had finally come home to my Guru and ultimately to the fulfillment of my own divine plan.
In the fifteen years since I met Elizabeth Clare Prophet she has indeed given me precious keys essential to the fulfillment of my divine plan. I have never stopped thanking the “Celestial Hierarchy” for the gift of her personal presence in my life and for these precious teachings, truly the greatest treasure on earth.
A few winters back, I was spending some time with my family. My dad had rented a van for something and it got stuck in their driveway because it had just snowed. (New England winters can be pretty bad!)
He tried rocking it, to no avail. So he had me get behind the wheel and he went out to push. Still no luck. I got out and we both pushed. The more we tried, the deeper it seemed to get stuck. There was quite a rut there now. After about half an hour of this, I thought, “Enough is enough.” I told him to get back in the van and start rocking again while I pushed. He fussed a little but finally went.
Meanwhile, I made an intense call to Archangel Michael to place his Electronic Presence over me and to push this van. In less than a minute, it was out of the rut and back on the road again. My Dad got out, totally perplexed at how his 5’3“daughter could have pushed this big ol’ van out of the rut all by herself when the two of us together couldn’t even do it! I told him it wasn’t me, it was Archangel Michael! He looked at me for a few seconds kind of dumbfounded and, in silence, got back into the van.
I had been in the teachings approximately one year when an appearance from Archangel Michael secured forever my devotion to this path and locked me into the genuineness of the Messengership.
Our July Conference 1976 was held in Washington, D.C., in honor of the Centennial. The days were packed with anticipation as the Masters in each dictation set the tenor for the next hundred years.
I was staying with a number of other conferees at George Washington University. The second night there I remember having a vivid and terrifying nightmare wherein I was forcibly locked up in a deep cave. There were demons all around tormenting and torturing me while on the other side of a wall of prison bars I could see my body sleeping. I was crying out and pleading to my body to wake up, but to no avail. Finally in desperation I remembered the simple call to Archangel Michael: “Lord Michael before, Lord Michael behind....”
Instantly I was back in my body. Sitting up in my bed, the fear began to subside as I glanced around at familiar surroundings. My roommate was still sound asleep, but around his bed and mine a blur of blue angels was rapidly pursuing a shadowy mass that soon left through the open window and disappeared from sight followed closely by the angelic pursuers. This entire process, taking no more than several seconds, left me somewhat stunned.
Redirecting my gaze to the foot of my bed, I then saw him standing there: his golden hair wafting in solar breezes from another dimension. He held his sword before him filling the entire space from floor to ceiling. The angular, youthful face of a warrior; brilliant golden armor and heavenly wings; all radiating and interpenetrated with the transparent, vibrant, cobalt blue of the fearless leader of God’s armies.
Within moments my emotional state had progressed from terror, to relief, to surprise and now to reverent awe at this magnificent and privileged experience. I let my soul drink deeply of the angelic vision as my eyes spoke gratitude to his. If a man’s eyes are windows to his soul, then an Archangel’s eyes are portals to the entire cosmos–past, present, and future. Every moment of man’s strife and victory seemed recorded in his ageless, radiant visage. In his gaze I felt comfort, peace and transcendent love. No harm could ever come to me with Michael as my guardian.
I lay back safe as a child in the arms of the Divine Mother. I did not see him leave. I know he never will. I have only to close my eyes to see his face and feel his power and love about me. For this no words can ever express my gratitude.
My first lecture on the Teachings was at a conference called “The Healing Power of Angels” in Vancouver, B.C., May 1986. I had heard about the Great White Brotherhood through outer sources and wanted to find out more about what the Great White Brotherhood was. None of the spiritual organizations I had previously visited were able to explain to me who the Great White Brotherhood was and I had visited quite a few.
When I saw the poster for “The Healing Power of Angels,” I was about one block away from it but I knew that there was something on that poster for me to see. I approached it and the first thing I read was “Find out who the Great White Brotherhood is.” That was enough for me, I was going to those lectures.
As usual, I was very careful in taking in these lectures. In the first 15 minutes I had formed about 15 questions in my head. In the next hour, Mother answered all of the questions that I had in a very specific manner. Afterwards, a question would automatically be answered by Mother. That same evening I felt a fire burning in my heart for the first time in this life; and of course what followed was Mother’s explanation of the threefold flame, the Divine Spark in the heart.
As the weekend went on, God unfolded Himself to me through my experience and through His Messenger, Elizabeth Clare Prophet. The second night of the seminar, we learned about “the Call,” that angels and archangels do not come uninvited. One thing that Mother said that night that freed me forever from the Orthodox religions’ “dos and don’ts” was “You don’t have to believe what I am telling you, you can make the call and prove the law in your own life.”
When I was walking home that night at about 1 a.m., I remembered that the outside light to the basement where I lived was burned out. I had had a fear of darkness before, which I felt again that night. So I remembered Mother’s teaching and called to Archangel Michael to place His Presence around me, to clear the way from all fear and to show himself to me. When I arrived home, my outside light was on but it was not an ordinary light; it was so bright I could hardly look at it. I don’t remember installing a 1500-watt bulb outside.
I left that light on and went to bed. As I was trying to sleep, pillars of blue light kept appearing beside my bed. I remembered that I had called to Archangel Michael to show Himself but I was not expecting a light show.
Then I called to Archangel Michael to take me in my etheric body to His retreat at Banff, Canada, while I slept. That night I had a very peaceful sleep and woke up naturally at 5 a.m. charged and ever full of vitality. I
finally discovered what was missing in my diet: the Blue Ray of Archangel Michael and the Holy Spirit.
The statement “When the student is ready, the Master appears” was starting to manifest in my life. Although I did not know I was ready, El Morya and the Archangels knew! Thanks to our Messenger, Elizabeth Clare Prophet, for bringing these precious beings into the physical octave to be our teachers.
Dear Friends,
I would like to witness to what I believe was dramatic intercession and protection by Lord Michael.
For various reasons, I have come to believe that the Lord has wanted me to begin my self-mastery on his blue flame. I have always felt close to Lord Michael and so began to give fiery calls and decrees to Him for guidance and protection.
For a number of years, I had a job delivering newspapers. I spent three hours a day driving and therefore felt particularly vulnerable to accidents. I always tried to remember Archangel Michael’s “Traveling Protection” call and I believe he stepped in to assist me at least two times.
One particular day, I was at a stop sign waiting to make a left-hand turn. I saw a car coming at me from my left with his right-hand signal flashing. Believing he was going to turn right, I proceeded to make my left-hand turn. As I reached the middle of the path of this vehicle, I realized that he was going too fast and therefore had no intention of turning. To top it off, the driver was not looking at the road but seemed to be fiddling with his radio! In that second everything seemed to go into slow motion and I remember feeling great fear and physical weakness, knowing I was to be struck on the driver’s side by a vehicle going 40-45 mph!
Without thinking, I stepped on the gas pedal as hard as I could. At that same second, the other driver looked up, saw what was about to take place and stepped on his brake as hard as he could. He came so close to hitting me that, to this day, I can still see the horror on his face and feel the same on mine. Were it not for the split-second timing of each of our actions, it’s possible one or both of us could have lost our lives. I truly believe that Lord Michael’s hand prevented that accident from occurring.
This is only one of a number of incidents regarding near-accidents that “uncannily” did not happen. I look upon them as miracles of God through beloved Lord Michael.
I feel that I must be needed by the Lord to do his work in some way and I pray that I will be worthy and able to answer his call when it comes, just as He answered mine when I needed it.
Before I knew the Masters and their Teachings, I would have thought it was pure luck that I was saved. Now I know that the Lord guides our every
step. I am so grateful to Saint Germain, to our beloved Messengers and to all who serve the Light for the self-sacrifices you all lovingly make so that Lightbearers the world around will receive the Teachings. I love you.
Yours forever in Christ our Lord,
P.S. I think the “I AM the Witness” section of the Pearls is such a wonderful idea. I so look forward to this “extra” in the Pearls. I feel it brings me so much closer to the worldwide community of Keepers and Lightbearers. Thank you!!
Beloved Mother,
There is an instance that I have wanted to testify to you about. It occurred in very late 1984, or early 1985, when we were still at Camelot. I know I had been a Keeper of the Flame for only about 7 or 8 months. Following a Saint Germain Service, I walked to the parking lot to my car in order to return home to West Los Angeles, where I was living at the time. I got to my car only to find that my left rear tire was completely flat.
I was very frustrated with myself when I saw the tire because for more than three weeks I had been driving my car without a spare tire. I had been telling myself to go to my mechanic and check with him and find out if, when he had been working on my car several weeks earlier, he had inadvertently misplaced my spare. I never went to see him, however, because I was always too busy at the moment. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” I kept saying.
So, there I was, in the parking lot at Camelot, about 11:00 p.m. on a Saturday night, no one around me and about 25 miles to go to get home. I thought to myself, “Would I be better off trying to get to the Ventura Freeway about 7 miles north, or would I be better off going the 8 or 9 miles to the Pacific Coast Highway?” I decided that either direction was bad since I would be driving on a flat tire, but I finally determined that the Pacific Coast Highway would be better because, once there, I would probably have better fortune getting help from AAA.
I got in the car and started to drive out the main gate, trying to think if I had any other option. The car was making this clunking sound all the way out because of the flat tire. I drove slowly and made my turn out of the front gate, heading toward the light at Malibu Canyon Highway. But the sound of the car running on this flat tire was very bad, and so I pulled over to the side of the road across from the gate and got out to look at the tire.
It had not improved from the drive down the entrance. I felt a sinking in my heart, and I said to myself that I would just have to drive very slowly down Malibu Canyon and hope and pray that the tire would last long enough for me to get to the Pacific Coast Highway, where I would be able to get some help. I was resigned to this because there clearly was no other option open.
Just at that moment, I remembered the mantra “Lord Michael before, Lord Michael behind....” I said to myself, “Maybe, if I just start saying that mantra as fast as I can, my mind will think of some other solution to this mess.” Even though the problem was entirely my fault, due to procrastination, I thought, “Maybe this decree will help Archangel Michael to get me down the hill safely. So, just drive real, real slowly, even if it takes you all night to get home. The important thing is to get home safely.”
I felt, Mother, that I was kind of in a twilight zone and I kept verbally kicking myself for not having gone to get my spare tire for all of those weeks. I looked at my watch and it was about 11:15. I knew that things were not going to improve if I just sat there. I knew I needed some kind of miracle to get me safely down that hill to the Coast Highway but I truly felt in a state of near total despair; my unspoken prayer to Archangel Michael was just to get me down the hill safely. I did not really care if the tire was destroyed in the process. I just had to get to someone who could help me.
I was not very confident but I began to speak the mantra. Mother, I do not believe I had spoken the mantra more than a few times (and not very loudly, because I was feeling quite depressed) when I began to hear a soft hissing sound coming from the left rear of the car, and I felt a very subtle but nevertheless distinct lifting or raising of the left rear of the car.
My first thought was to get out of the car and see what was going on but something in my heart told me, “Stay put and just keep repeating the mantra as fast as you can and as loudly as you can.” I decided for one of the few times in my life, to that point, to be obedient and I did as I was told.
I drove to the intersection there, of Mulholland and Malibu Canyon, and stopped at the light. I noticed as I was driving that the clunking of the tire had disappeared. I remember I had a kind of smile on my face but, at the same time I felt like what was actually happening could not possibly be happening; but yet, I knew it was happening.
When the light changed, I turned left and started down the highway. I kept listening for the clunking sound of the tire as my car picked up speed and the sound just was not there. Before I knew it, I was driving at 50 miles an hour down the road and nearly yelling the mantra to Archangel Michael, over and over.
As the car was coming down the final hill, approaching Pepperdine University and Seaver Road where I was going to turn to get to the Unocal Station across the Pacific Coast Highway, all of a sudden the tire went flat again and started the clunking sound. I slowed down as fast as I could and drove the last mile or so very slowly and pulled into the Unocal Station. I asked the man working there if he could repair my tire. He said that he did not have a spare tire that would fit my car and that his equipment was not working right. I then went to the phone and called AAA. I explained the situation and where I was and they said that someone would be along to help me in about an hour.
I stood there, thinking about the whole situation for a minute, and I decided, “Look, the mantra to Archangel Michael got you safely down from Camelot; do the mantra again and see if there is any way of getting this situation speeded up a little.” Within probably a couple of minutes–I am not exactly certain how long it took–the man came out to where I was and said, “You know, I think I probably can fix your tire ‘cause I just found a new tire that will fit your car.” He did so and in about 10 minutes I was on my way home. The entire delay was probably no more than 30 minutes.
Needless to say, during the years since this occurred, I have found myself questioning, “Did that really happen to me?” Well, Mother, I know that it did. I know that I had a flat tire. I know that I had no spare to use. The only way I got down that hill safely and the only way I got home in good time was through the intercession of Archangel Michael.
Whenever my faith is tried–which seems to be frequent these days–I go back to this experience and realize that this was only one of countless times in my life that this most blessed of God’s servants has stepped in personally to remind me of his presence, of his strength and of his trustworthiness. I have not seen him with my physical eyes but I know his presence in my life. As I daily give his Covenant of the Chela, I know that one day–soon–I will see him face to face.
God bless you, Mother, for being the embodied truth of God’s reality in me.
I must witness to the power and most immediate, physical presence of the angels. I was getting ready to drive cross-country to be on staff at the Ranch. I had packed up two big trunks with everything I could cram into them. My dad helped me put them into my car, the biggest in the trunk and the other in the back seat, so I could drop them off with the friends I was driving with (they had to have them by a certain time so they could load up the bus).
One trunk was so heavy that my dad and I together strained with every bit of our strength to drag it into the trunk. It was quite a scene. I think it took half an hour just to put it in my trunk! (We had to lift it up and over the big lip of the trunk.) He was about to give up and say “to heck with it” because we were having so much trouble. I think he was contemplating throwing things overboard. (He tends to be of the opinion that ladies always pack more than they need when they go someplace. In this instance, he was sure I was living up to that “reputation”!)
Meanwhile, I was making calls and, by God’s grace, we finally got it into the trunk of my car. So I drove to my friend’s house and rang the bell. To my horror, there was no answer. Now what? I had to leave them there because they had to be loaded up. But I was counting on the two to three big strong men who lived there to get them out of my car for me.
The scene of the trouble my dad and I had kept going through my mind. “There’s absolutely no way I can get these out by myself,” I thought. I tried lifting one. It barely budged. Getting it out would be worse than getting it in because of the angle of the trunk. I tried the doorbell again. Still no answer.
I thought for a few minutes. There wasn’t time to drive away and come back again. I didn’t have time to wait. The only choice was to somehow get them out by myself. So, I made a desperate call to the angels and told them how desperate I was and that I needed them to get the trunks out for me. I started lifting the first one. To my amazement, I felt like someone was inside of the trunk, lifting and pushing the other end, and it came out like a piece of cake! Still amazed, I went and got the other trunk out of the back seat. I dragged them off to the side and, as I prepared to leave, the lady of the house came out!
I realized that the whole situation had been a “set-up” to show me the wondrous presence and power of the beloved angels, just waiting for our calls!
Dear Mother,
I would like to share with you an experience I had with our Beloved Saint Germain and tell you how he helped me to break my addiction to nicotine.
In February of 1988, I started attending a weekly introductory session at the Boston Chartered Study Group. Our discussions revolved around various subjects and were usually free-flowing. This allowed us the freedom to explore many subjects. We could also borrow materials from the library such as books, tapes or videos and pursue further in-depth study during the week. Since I lived some distance from Boston, I was able to do violet flame decrees in the car to and from work and the study center.
I had been a smoker for about fourteen years and had tried to quit unsuccessfully several times. On occasion I was able to go a few days without smoking. However, I would usually light up again using some sort of invalid justification for continuing to smoke. It became increasingly more difficult for me to go without a cigarette and I realized that I needed help to “break free.”
During my studies, I learned that the astral forces work against those who smoke and unless you do the spiritual work it can be increasingly difficult to quit. Each excuse I manufactured only added to the growing pile of invalid justifications. I picked up a video one night on “A Course in Self Mastery” with Saint Germain’s dictation “May You Pass Every Test.” Saint Germain told us we could break habits by affirming that we would no longer allow ourselves to be tied to this or that habit. He said we needed to take a strong stand.
Well, I was always good at taking stands, by God’s grace, so I thought “OK, I’ll try this.” So I rewound the tape, listened to the dictation again and when I felt that I was mentally ready to give it all I could, I walked outside into the night air. I took a deep breath, summoned the full fire of my being, concentrated as hard as I could and said with a loud voice, “I won’t take this any more! GET OUT OF ME! DO YOU HEAR? NOOOOOOWWW!!”
Since I was straining, I had my eyes closed, and then the most incredible thing happened. I saw very clearly Saint Germain from the waist up in profile. He was drawing off of me into his heart chakra a thick black cloud that had been around me. I was so surprised to see this that I watched in total amazement as he took on that burden and instantaneously transmuted it with his heart flame. The scene disappeared and I stood alone in the night again. Needless to say I was stunned. That was the most incredible thing I had ever seen!
The next day I had one slight urge to smoke. When I picked up a cigarette I couldn’t even tolerate holding it. From that day on I have not smoked and all residual desire diminished very quickly. I truly believe in the power of God to break any and all addictions. This experience taught me many things about my own determination and our alignment to God’s will whereby all things not of His world can be transmuted by our own application of His will to that end.
I had quit drinking alcohol and coffee and had finally refrained from any indulgences in drugs before coming to the Teachings. But for me smoking proved to be a tough one. I know that I received divine intercession from Saint Germain because I had put forth the prior effort and truly committed myself to cleaning up my act.
This experience has helped me to continue to strive even harder to go farther and higher on the Path. I owe Saint Germain my life and eternal thanks. Truly, any and all things are possible with God.
In November of 1988, my youngest son, William, who isn’t in the Teachings, my daughter, Marie, who had been in the Teachings for six months, and I were flying from Denver, Colorado, to Newark, New Jersey, to attend my nephew’s rehearsal dinner and wedding.
Marie dropped us off at the check-in counter with the baggage and went to park the car in long-term parking. We thought we had left ample time for her to get to the parking lot, park the car and take the shuttle back to the airport. William and I got to the gate and checked in and waited for Marie to return. Thirty minutes later they called last boarding. There was no sign of Marie.
I asked the boarding clerk if they could wait a little longer. She said they could hold the plane but only for a few minutes. “That will be fine,” I said, “I know she’ll be here any minute.” William and I continued our vigil of looking down the terminal, repeating, “Come on Marie!” and asking, “Where can she be? What can be taking her so long?”
The boarding clerk told us, “We can’t hold the plane up any longer. You will have to take the next flight out in three hours.” “That won’t do. We’ll miss the rehearsal dinner by then,” I replied. She apologized and closed the door leading to the plane.
Marie was still not in sight. Five minutes later the door to the plane opened. Three men emerged carrying trays of food. Carol, our boarding clerk, announced, “You have a few more minutes. We somehow got the wrong food on board.”
I whispered my prayers of gratitude to God and William and I continued our vigil. There was no sign of Marie. Ten minutes later the door was shut again with further apologies from Carol.
At this point William was becoming very impatient with Marie and I was resigned to the fact we would be taking the later flight. Marie was nowhere to be found. The door to the plane opened one more time. “The latch on the baggage section isn’t closing, and you can still board if your daughter arrives in the next few minutes,” Carol told us.
“Thank God, the break we needed! She’s bound to show up now.” We resumed our cheering session, “Come on Marie!” Marie didn’t arrive. The door was shut. They prepared for take off.
In a few minutes the door opened again. “The engine light came on. We have to check it out,” Carol said, “but perhaps it will work to your advantage.”
William announced, “There she is!” Marie was running toward us down the terminal.
“I couldn’t find long-term parking and then the shuttle back didn’t come for the longest time. I kept calling to Lanello asking him to do something to hold up the plane until I got here.”
We boarded the plane and it took off without further delay.
The painting of Jesus and his disciples walking and talking together on the road to Emmaus certainly evokes serene beauty to the soul. To think that these two disciples who walked with him did not even recognize that it was Jesus until he broke bread with them, then he vanished out of their sight. Thus their proclamation...”Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way...” reveals to us that they should have recognized him not by his appearance but by the burning of their heart, which they must have experienced many times before as he preached.
This burning in the heart and the closeness of the Ascended Masters with us has been experienced by myself many times and in many different ways while I have been serving on the staff of the Messenger. It is truly this burning in the heart or this grace of God that sustains us on the path. I have two short accounts that demonstrate the tender regard that the Masters have for us.
One Christmas I was home visiting my family. My brother who had recently
been hired at a new job wanted to show me where he worked. Since he had a key to the building, we went in to inspect his work place. It was an old building with wood floors and very dusty. As we were walking down the stairs from the second floor a very powerful ray of light anchored in my heart and started burning. Immediately I turned my head. There was a clock. I noted the time and thought to myself Jesus must be dictating. I thought a moment of the irony of this cosmic event occurring within me amidst this crusty old building–in a way, somewhat symbolic of my own temple that needed cleaning.
My brother was still talking while my heart was now ablaze with fire. He did not notice–I smiled. I later listened to the replay and noted the time of the dictation. My experience had occurred within that time frame. In addition, Jesus had made the statement that he was sending a ray of light from his heart to the heart of his disciples the world around. To think that the Master considered me his disciple and that his light had reached me in an instant many miles from its point of origin was an awesome revelation.
On another occasion, while the Church headquarters was at Camelot, I was working at a department that was 20-30 miles from Camelot. Many times we would be working out there during conferences, but we would have a phone hookup so we could stop and listen to the dictations as they were given.
One conference, Jesus again was dictating and I prayed to the Master, “O Jesus fill me with your desire to be one with God.” Not a moment had passed after my thought prayer when there was a pause in the dictation and Jesus resumed, saying, “I am now filling you with my desire to be one with God.” What!! I was so startled it took me a few moments to gain my composure and then I was lost deep in thought and in the bliss of the feeling of the Master’s tender regard for my soul.
These two experiences always remind me of the Master’s promise “I am with you always even until the end.” If we could keep in mind how close and real is that “always,” we would never be ungrateful.
I am grateful to the Masters for their presence with us always and their constant striving to raise us above that which we can see now to a higher vision of selfhood. And I am grateful to Mother for being the Messenger as a clear pane of glass that we might look into the higher octaves and behold that which we are to become–and that the eternal light rays may pass through her and reach us here below to teach, to bless, to heal and guide us on our homeward journey. The person who fills that job in hierarchy surely has to be humble–humble indeed.
Love,
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