Pearls of Wisdom

Vol. 34 No. 41 - I AM the Witness - August 25, 1991

 

I AM the Witness

 

As a child I wanted to know more about God. My mother’s family were Methodist–staunch followers of John Wesley, so they felt. My mother’s name was Mary, and a wonderful mother she was. She was always happy and singing in hard times as well as good times. She knew God led her and spoke to her, but she did not seem to be able to explain how this happened.

“Sometimes I hear my name, ‘Mary,’” she would say, “and I feel a hand on my shoulder and I listen very carefully to what He tells me.”  God would send her to people in trouble. When I would question her she would say, “My dear, you do not need to know all the answers. Just pray to God and love Him.”  But this wasn’t enough for me. The rest of my family were not like my mother, and I could see such a difference.

One sermon I well remember as a child was on the theme that we were such sinners that God had turned his back on us and that this was the cause of the First World War. I wept for two days.

I looked forward to Sunday School and the verses I learned. But I began to question more and more and ponder how certain things could be true.

In my early twenties after three trying and difficult experiences physically, I knew I needed more faith so I started in earnest to study the Bible, especially the New Testament. I found in John 14:26:  “The Holy Ghost...shall teach you all things,” and on my knees I accepted Him to be my teacher though I knew not how this was to be done.

I gave much time to study and meditation. Finding there is a “Light which lighteth every man that cometh into the world” (John 1:9), I was so happy that within me that Light was perfect; so I would pray to that Light and through that Light right to God. This led me to be very discouraged with evangelism, but I felt I should give all the time I could to working in the church.

I would take a verse of scripture and try to apply it to my life. With the thirteenth chapter of I Corinthians I really got into working on love and had many experiences. While concentrating on “Love believeth all things,” I was led to believe in reembodiment through a friend God sent to me.

As membership chairman of a rather large church, I visited the sick and older people. I had classified a few as being pillars of the church. While visiting one older lady (one of my pillars) who had been very ill, I was asked by her if I really believed God answered prayer. I was shocked and said, “I surely do. Don’t you?  But not always as we ask.”

She said she had believed long ago, when she had let Christ come into her heart and she had been faithful in her church, but she and her daughter no longer believed. Christ had gone and was not in her heart anymore. She did not want to listen to anything I tried to say, and I wept all the way home and asked God to show me more or I could not go on.

Later on I was sitting before a picture of Jesus Christ knocking at the door. A sweet Presence entered the room. I could not see but I knew it was Jesus. His word to me:  “I am not outside knocking to come in, but I am inside knocking to come out so my Father and I can sup with you. My people have kept me hid under a bushel and not let me out into their lives.”  This was my answer to evangelism and my heart rejoiced. My searching continued but I found so few with whom I could speak freely.

Mother Mary was not honored in the church and was mentioned only at Christmas and Easter. I was being so drawn to the scriptures about Mother Mary, and one Christmas I read and prayed to understand more of her. What a wonderful mother she was to Jesus!

With my family in bed, as I was thinking of Mother Mary, a great peace came to me. It seemed to fill the room and then I felt a Presence:  Mother Mary it must be!  She spoke in my heart and consciousness and said:  “The Light in you is the Christ, so pure, so holy, and I am His protector. I hold Him in my womb (of matter, I learned later) in you, and as you love and care for Him, He is born in you.”

What joy filled me, and love, to think she was a part of me!  What a wonderful truth!  But could I find anyone to believe this?  Even my few close friends did not want me to speak of this. I felt almost alone, but God gave me other experiences.

After some time a letter came to me from Mark L. Prophet asking if I would like to receive the teachings of the Ascended Masters. My two close friends also received the letter and joy filled us. We could hardly wait to get a letter to him and receive an answer. We wanted all he could send to us and to know how we could be Keepers of the Flame.

In 1966 I attended my first conference in Colorado Springs. I went alone and the first to greet me as I sat in the sanctuary alone (for I was early) was Mother. She was so young and beautiful and loving. I thought, “She is just like Mother Mary.”

The conference began and beloved Mark greeted us with such a smile and so much love as he said:  “I know some of you have come with many questions. You do not have to write or tell them to Elizabeth and myself, but the Masters know and they will be answered.”  And they surely were.

Later he said:  “You must know, all of you, that we as Messengers do not want you to be tied to us. We want you to be tied to your own Christ Self and your I AM Presence. God will lead you and the Masters will teach you.”  That was music to my soul and at that conference I knew I had found my family and my right place with the children of God and the blessed Messengers who bring God’s word to us.

At the early conferences we sometimes had meals at La Tourelle and Mother and Mark would sit among us. Mark always wanted to know what was happening in our lives. I had a small group of Keepers and each time I attended Mark would say as I was ready to leave, “Oh, wait a minute. You must take something back to your group.”  He would hurry around looking for something and sometimes he would grab the candles from the altar. One time he hurried to the yard and brought back two pine cones. One I have on my altar today. He loved to give and he loved to receive any kind of present. He would be as excited as a child. He was such fun and joy and indeed such a heart of love!

I told Mark how my heart ached that I could not go to the churches I had served to tell them the truth. He said:  “Not yet. They will not receive you. But the day will come when they will beg you and our Keepers of the Flame to come and tell them what they have waited so long to hear.”

May I add one more experience?  This happened to me during the July conference 1990. I could not attend all the conference, so at home I asked to be in tune with the Light released. I had been puzzled by a Pearl of Gautama Buddha in which he had said we must forgive all the way back to Lord Maitreya and even forgive Lord Maitreya himself.

This day I was reading another Pearl in the afternoon and all at once I was back in the Garden of Eden as we were being driven out of the Garden. I looked around and there were familiar faces of those I see at the court. But we were an angry mob, shouting to Lord Maitreya, saying:  “You are a blasphemer and a liar!  You are not God. You are false!”  And much, much more. It was such a terrible sight. I do not know if I was shown the akashic record or if it was coming from my subconscious.

I fell on my knees and wept bitterly, begging Lord Maitreya to forgive me and forgive us all. What an experience!  Now I know why these thousands of years we have blamed God for all that has happened to us and to others. We never want to recognize our wrongdoings and be responsible for them. Now I understand why I had to forgive Maitreya. I had blamed him, now I must exonerate him and embrace him.

What great love and patience our Father and the Masters have for us!  How very grateful I am for our beloved Messengers, Lanello and Guru Ma, and our Mystery School come again and for our Church Universal and Triumphant!  Also for the intercession of our Messengers for us all, which has brought me through many valleys to greater heights.

With love and gratitude to you, Mother, and Lanello,