Vol. 34 No. 25 - I AM the Witness - June 23, 1991
I AM the Witness
Taking full responsibility for my life was the requirement of the hour for my first semester of college a year ago. I considered part of that responsibility to be spiritual.
In my searching I received great peace looking at angels in a magazine called Halo. I came across an article by a man to whom Saint Germain had appeared. Therein I found a little side box containing the Chart of the Presence and a reference to Summit University.
When I went home for Thanksgiving break, it was wonderful not only to see my family but also to find one of the pieces in the puzzle of my life. After wandering around a bookstore near home, I suddenly became very focused and asked the girl at the cash register if they had any books by the Ascended Masters. She showed me a set of the “I AM“Discourses from Saint Germain Press. I had exactly enough money for a single book so I grabbed the thickest one, containing the best picture, and it turned out to be: The “I AM” Discourses by the Great Cosmic Being Beloved Mighty Victory!
While studying it back at college, I was astounded by the effect it had on me. When reading a chapter, I felt like jumping up in the air and shouting out in triumph. I had finally found it! I had studied the teachings of Paramahansa Yogananda and many other works by enlightened authors, but this topped them all. It was far beyond anything I had ever read.
I could hardly believe that pure and perfect wisdom such as this was to be had here on the earth plane. Other books led me to a spiritual experience only when I applied their teachings. This book, on the other hand, contained such a high level of truth and perfection that reading it alone was a spiritual experience. “Imagine putting these words into motion in the daily ritual of my life!” I said to myself.
When I went home for Christmas vacation, I straightaway told my father, “Dad, I know exactly what I want for Christmas!” I talked him into it, and that very same night we went to the bookstore. I took the full load of the I AM books and put them on the counter. Since they were very expensive, I was only allowed half of them.
A week later I went to my mother’s house and straightaway I said to her, “Mom, I know exactly what I want for Christmas!” This time was different though. While my mother looked around the shop for a while, I left the unpurchased half of the books on the counter. I went back to the place where I had found them and, lo and behold, there above the empty shelf was a shelf of both hard- and softbound publications from Summit University Press!
I praised God for leading me to Ascended Master dictations more recent than the 1930s and ‘40s. I picked out more than $250 worth of books and Mother bought them all! God bless her! God bless her! God bless her!
Significant things happened back at college. I read these books every moment I had. At one point I even called my mother and told her that I wanted to come home because I would rather study these books than my courses. After reading about drugs and rock music, I destroyed and threw away any of that stuff I had and haven’t touched it since.
In fact, there was a “Legalize Pot Rally” that offered free poetry reading and I got right up there to tell them the truth. While I read a Pearl of Wisdom by Beloved Mighty Astrea to the hundreds gathered, I felt a most powerful energy flowing through me. The crowd became focused on my every word and all were quiet except for a few who jeered at me. One fellow in front said to a heckler next to him, “Wait...shut up! This is a trip!”
I am somewhat perplexed, however, in that I have gone to great lengths to find this dictation again but have not been able to.
Two weeks before Easter vacation, I received a care package from my mother. The first thing I pulled out of it was a beautiful T-shirt that read: “Save the World.” It had a golden-crowned earth with a flag-bearing lion on it. I roared, “Of course I’ll save the world!” I knew how, too. I had just received Kuan Yin’s Crystal Rosary in the mail a couple of weeks earlier and I had been studying about the most powerful of all applications one can make to the Godhead–the giving of decrees by the science of the spoken Word.
The next thing I pulled out were news clippings sent from my aunt in Bozeman, Montana, to my mother about Church Universal and Triumphant. (Obviously my mother had been disturbed by a recent phone conversation I had had with her.) These articles were so biased and so blasphemous that I merely saw them as attacks on the Church. It was nothing new. I had encountered similar negativity in trying to share the teachings of love learned from Paramahansa Yogananda.
In the last article I read, I actually took something seriously, as it supposedly quoted God’s blessed “relay woman,” Elizabeth Clare Prophet, quoting the Ascended Master El Morya. According to the article, El Morya said that on April 23, 1990, 25,800 years of karma would descend on the earth, resulting in the Apocalypse. I had seen the staunch picture of El Morya in one of my books, and there was no way I could deny his words–if in fact these were his words. I saw him as a no-nonsense kind of guy. (I later found out that the author of the article had misconstrued El Morya’s words. What he had actually said was that the karma of 25,800 years would begin to cycle through the physical plane, concluding April 22, 2002. He had not predicted the Apocalypse.) <1>
I skipped class, went back to my dorm room and pulled everything out of the shelves of my closet, drawers and desk. I had a week-long “garage sale” outside of my dorm and got rid of everything I had. I sold my clothes, my stereo, my typewriter, my bicycle, my blankets, my pillow, even my toiletries. Not a thing was left. I took in more than $1,500. I sold my books to a used book store and walked away with $80 in hand.
Fortunately, I saved the 1979 Pearls of Wisdom: On the Path of the Ruby Ray by Sanat Kumara. His magnificent picture is the most fantastic, awesome, holy and infinitely wonderful thing I have ever owned. The next morning a friend drove me, a backpack and His book to the freeway on-ramp. I was on my way from California to Montana!
God had this all planned out. There is no other way to explain it. For example, more than half of the fifteen or so people who gave me a lift talked about God–without my ever bringing up the subject. The other rides were mostly in the back of pickups. One fellow who took me to the Oregon border told me I ought to toss my Oregon, Idaho and Montana signs and suggested a sign reading on opposite sides: North and East. He also gave me a map and advice to go straight up into Washington on route I-5 rather than mess around with roads in Idaho. As we sped along, we approached a division where I wanted to continue north on 101 to where it merges into I-5, but he said I should go east on 299 and hit I-5 right away. At the moment of decide or hit the center divider, I said, “Your way.”
He dropped me off at a nearby on-ramp sometime after the sun lovingly left our longitude. It was cold and I asked God where I should sleep. Soon after, I heard someone honking so I turned around and saw a maroon car, which had passed me much earlier, speeding backwards in reverse. I ran to meet it. A beautiful American woman was driving a passenger who looked like he was right off the set of a Kung-Fu Theatre film. He wore maroon silk robes that perfectly complemented his white hair knot, mustache and bearded chin.
It dawned on me that these were not your everyday tourists, especially when I asked them if they were using mala beads. They admitted to it with a smile and started to use them more freely after they unhid them from underneath folds of silk on their laps. I later learned that the man was called Rinpoche; he was a Buddhist lama in a lineage believed to be direct from Padma Sambhava. I was immensely thankful to God for these blessings on my first day out. That night I got to stay at their center and even got a shower, breakfast and lunch the next day.
That day went well until the sun set and darkness enshrouded the land. I waited more than six hours to get a ride that evening. I never did get one. It was a time of initiation. Though it was somewhat imperceptible then, I see now that unknown to my outer mind I was attacked by evil forces. I knew very little then and I can plainly see that God did not intercede in order to allow a test of my dedication.
I was plagued by “aggressive mental suggestions.” I had all kinds of inner battles. Strange events happened, including a drunk man asking me if I would like to share a drink in the nearby bushes. The belt support had broken off my backpack, leaving the oppressive burden on my shoulders alone. That in itself was enough to make me feel like it was too hard to go on. I eventually made an attempt to sleep beside the freeway but ended up going to a motel.
My body was still alive the next morning and I miraculously got a ride from a man who was going from there–the California/Oregon border–all the way to Seattle, Washington. Thank God! We spent much of the time listening to a cassette of some of the most popular pro-USA songs like “God Bless America.” It was a glorious day.
That night I was able to sleep in a water bed and get another shower. Next morning, the gracious provider drove me to an on-ramp, singing his own songs to Jesus. He even gave me a sack lunch!
Another blessed Christian man picked me up later and took me to Livingston. We had a wonderful conversation despite a heart-gripping sadness that grew in my chest over his indoctrinated misconceptions. When we got to Livingston, he asked me where I was going, so I told him. In a look mixed with anger and sympathy, he took my hand and prayed out loud to Jesus for me to find the “right way.” It was the first time I felt negative energy flowing through someone during prayer. I liked him though.
As I started south on 89–about 50 miles from the ranch–it seemed like I was on a different planet that somehow was more intimate with the heavens. I felt incredibly light and energetic. I gleefully ran along despite my heavy, cumbersome backpack. Then a rickety compact car suddenly slowed down and abruptly turned off the road. As it came up along the side of me, the door swung open and an unshaven man with an angry, sneering face pointed a finger at me and half yelled, “Are you one of those CUT members!?!” Confused, I stutteringly replied, “N, na, no, I don’t even know what CUT means.” As he drove away he forcefully grunted, “Stick around and you’ll find out!” “Boy!” I murmured, “the good and evil people must really be obvious around here!”
Then a most kind and caring man picked me up. I noticed he had pictures of Archangel Michael and Mother Mary around his dashboard, so I thought it more than safe to ask him what CUT meant. He told me that it meant Church Universal and Triumphant and said he had never heard this usage until recently. He also mentioned it was probably used by the media to sound like “cult.” I was dropped off near a place called Glastonbury.
After a little waiting, some people drove by me and for an instant I think I saw their eyes radiating out cones of light like the headlights of a car, though it was more cosmic than that. I shook my head for a second and said, “Wait! I am with you!” Then they suddenly stopped and started reversing. I ran up to the window and when they asked where I was going, I said, “With you!”
The man and woman were beautiful and alive. They radiated an intense vibration that beamed powerfully. After I related a little of my travels, the blessed man asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I didn’t, so he offered me one if I wanted it. God always took such good care of me! It was proof of Jesus Christ’s words, “Verily I say unto you, there is no man that hath left house, or parents, or brethren, or wife, or children, for the kingdom of God’s sake who shall not receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come life everlasting.”
When we arrived at the ranch, I felt my heart being bathed in the penetrating, deep-sounding OM of many voices decreeing in unison from a large building behind us. The woman told me they were holding a prayer vigil.
She also told me that oftentimes people go through adjustments the first time they come to the ranch unless they are prepared to come in contact with the spiritual light focused there. By that time, though, I felt a great peace and calm as one feels when at home. Truly, the Light casteth out all darkness!
I was introduced to many people. I loved them all. These people were light-years beyond the average person you see at the supermarket. I was amazed. I was amazed that people who believed in God and worked to become their true God Self actually existed in an organized way, especially in America! I used to think all the self-realized people lived halfway across the globe in caves.
One thing that made me feel notably comfortable was that nobody told me I had to do this or that. The American spirit of honoring the individual and his or her free will certainly prevailed there. Nobody tried to force any teaching on me either. But accurate answers were always forthcoming when I asked for them. Never hurts to ask.
I spent most of God’s time in Kuan Yin’s Chapel doing violet flame decrees. I had never decreed with a large group before and was quick to realize the power of it. I felt the violet flame so vividly that I was able to eradicate large divisions of dangerously dumb doubts. At certain times it seemed that I could see other dimensions or higher octaves. One thing I knew for sure was that the violet flame sure makes you feel light and happy!
I had been there three blissful weeks. All of a sudden many different people asked me when I had last conversed with my parents. I also heard someone speak of the importance of completing unfinished cycles or just plain getting a job done (obviously God wanted me to finish college). A conversation I had with my parents can be summed up in the words “Get back to school!”
The very next day a man just so happened to be driving to San Francisco, so he gave me a ride and even went far out of his way to take me home. Despite missing more than two important weeks of class, I passed all my courses with a better grade-point average than my first semester. Such should be expected though of someone who has found the rock of Reality and Truth in his life. I also bought my books back for only $20 extra charge!
I write this one year later and I realize that my gratitude belongs not only to God but also to my fellow Keepers who cut me loose and set me free! A Victory for God is established forevermore.
In the Love, Wisdom and Power of Christ I AM,
P.S. If my words ring true to you, then listen to this. Elizabeth Clare Prophet is God’s Messenger. The ramifications of this are profound. She extends her heart to all those humble enough to “acknowledge the power of light within their own beings and the divinity of the Christ radiance as the divine mediator between God and man.” Contact with God! Contact with God! Contact with God! I challenge you to prove it for yourself if you haven’t already.
Though I have not yet met her, and I have only seen her once from a great distance, I speak with conviction. There is just simply no way on earth whatsoever that such manifestations as do surround this woman are anything but God-inspired. There is no way that a human being can do what she has done without the help of legions and legions and legions of saints and angels.
I speak of the projects, the books, the thousands of dictations and Pearls of Wisdom, the recordings, the pictures, the Chart of the Presence, the Keepers of the Flame Lessons, the Library of Listening Grace, the Ashram rituals, the rosaries, the songs, the decrees, the newsletters, the videotapes, the true teachings of Christ, the ranch itself, the Teaching Centers,...etc. There is so much in this list of righteous works, it could easily fill shelves at the library.
Meeting two of her precious daughters was a great experience. They are as beautiful and intensely dedicated to this mighty work as she is. Of course, the beginning steps of self-mastery that I have attained as the result of hard work and the application of these infallible tools stand as a witness in themselves. The Love, Wisdom and Power that my I AM Presence releases through me is an etheric dream come true. I AM THAT I AM is God in me where I AM and naught else has any power this day! I take for my own the mantra Jesus gave to Catherine of Siena: “Thou the All and I the nothing.”
Dear Ted and Debra,
I noticed in the letter you sent you welcomed letters telling about the experiences people have had while studying the Pearls of Wisdom. So I decided to write and share some of the things that have happened to me.
I was born clairvoyant and was a Roman Catholic until three years ago. I was led to a set of books called The Lost Teachings of Jesus by Mark and Elizabeth Prophet. I really enjoyed them and went back to the bookstore to see what other spiritual teachings were available. I picked up a book on the human aura but didn’t recognize the author, Kuthumi. I was very surprised when I opened the book and saw a picture of Mrs. Prophet!
As soon as I would start reading any book from Summit University Press, I would notice that the pages would be illumined or “highlighted”–even at 10:00 a.m. Although the teachings seemed to be quite different from anything I had been taught, I realized that I wasn’t actually learning anything new–I was remembering truths that my soul somehow already knew.
Every time I had a question, I would find the answer within 24 hours. I would open whatever Summit Lighthouse book I was reading at the time–and the answer would be there! I have studied over 42 of these books and they have been a real godsend to me.
I remember doing soul travel before school age and I was always in the company of either the angels or the Masters. The Teachings of the Masters are certainly the icing on the cake for me. Now whenever I am asked to speak to a group, I take along some of my books and share my experiences so I can help “wake up” the people.
Thank you for your time and please thank Mrs. Prophet for me and let her know she’s reaching more people than she knows.
In God’s Light,
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