Pearls of Wisdom

Vol. 34 No. 44 - I AM the Witness - September 15, 1991

 

I AM the Witness

 

Dear Mother,

Recently I went for a long run through the town where I live in Connecticut. For some reason I took a route that I had never run before. My steps took me past a church with a beautiful statue of Mother Mary in the courtyard. I felt the presence of Mother Mary so strongly over this statue that I wanted to stop and walk over to the statue to kneel in prayer. This was more than a little unusual since I was raised in the Jewish faith and had never knelt before a statue in a church yard!

Unfortunately, while my heart was telling me to go commune with Mother Mary, my head was telling me that I ought to finish running first. I debated the idea as I ran the next block and then decided to keep running. I told myself that I might stop at the church on my way back.

At the next block the sidewalk terminated in a rough path of packed dirt. As I absentmindedly ran over some tree roots, I turned my ankle and stepped on it in full stride. I heard a snap and knew that I had hurt myself badly. I also knew on the instant that I had missed an opportunity to pray to Mother Mary’s heart for intercession.

Fully believing in the motto “Better late than never,” I instantly prayed aloud:  “Archangel Michael, help me! help me! help me!  Mother Mary, help me! help me! help me!”  I wasn’t sure how they could help me now that I had already hurt myself but I knew they’d think of something.

I tried walking a few steps and verified that my foot was badly injured:  I would have to head back home. I determined to walk into town, a quarter mile or so away, and use a phone to call home for a ride. After a dozen steps or so, the foot became quite painful. As I neared the corner, I saw a car on the other side of the street come to a complete halt. The window rolled down and a woman leaned her head out.

“You look like you need help. Can I give you a ride?”  she asked. I had thought someone was stopping to ask me for directions and instead it was a helping hand. I was so surprised I actually had to think for a moment about whether I needed a ride. “Hmm, do I need help?”  I surveyed my options. “Gee, I guess maybe I do,” I mused. “Yes, thank you. I think I could use a ride!”  I said as I hobbled over to her car.

After this Good Samaritan had given me a ride all the way to my front door, I went for X rays. The doctor told me that I had broken a bone near the edge of my foot and that if I had walked any further, he would have had to resort to surgery to repair the damage. As it was, he had to place my entire lower leg in a cast.

Because that dear woman had stopped to help me, I was able to conduct a training seminar for an important client a few days later in New York. I had to work around the clock for a few days to prepare course materials. At the close of the first day’s session, I emerged, shell-shocked, from my client’s office building in midtown Manhattan. It was rush hour and I was hobbling on crutches, briefcase and overnight bag in hand. I had been working for 36 hours straight. The temperature outside was 99 degrees and my hotel was on the other side of town.

Patiently I stood waiting for a cab. Every one that passed was taken. Other people along the curb appeared also to be waiting for a cab. I made a call to Mother Mary and Cyclopea to help me get to my hotel. After a few minutes I felt moved to walk over to the next block. I stood on the corner gazing in both directions and immediately recognized the hopelessness of my situation. I resolved to go back into the lobby, sit down for an hour or so and then try again.

Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw a black limousine cut sharply across traffic towards my side of the street. The driver appeared to be waving at someone. I stood transfixed as the limousine eased up to me. The window rolled down and a man leaned his head out. “You going to the airport?” he asked hopefully.

“No, I’m afraid not. I’m just trying to get across town to my hotel but thanks for asking anyway,” I replied.

“Hey, that’s all right. Get in!”  said the driver. “I couldn’t leave a guy standing there on crutches at rush hour. C’mon. I’ll give you a ride to your hotel.”  He jumped out and helped me with my bags.

When we arrived at my hotel minutes later, my driver got out, helped me out of the car, carried my bags into the lobby and told the bellman to take good care of me. When I offered to pay him, he refused to accept any money for his services. Another Good Samaritan!  May God bless him!

Two days later I was in Montana, enjoying the wonderful light of the FREEDOM 1991 conference at the Royal Teton Ranch. I’ve never felt so close to the Ascended Masters!  I especially enjoyed when Jesus said:  “I come to cut across all categories and casts of human consciousness.”  And of course I had to tell my story about Mother Mary’s intercession every time someone asked about my cast. I took to calling it “The Cast of the Human Consciousness.”

Indeed, the cast of the human consciousness that had caused me to fail to heed my inner voice had now become a physical cast on my leg!  Perhaps the greatest intercession of all from Mother Mary’s heart was the gift of God-illumination that enabled me to get the maximum benefit from this experience.

When I returned from the conference, my first act was to go back to that statue of Mother Mary to kneel in prayer of thanksgiving. Shortly afterwards, the cast was removed, two weeks ahead of schedule.

I am so grateful to Mother Mary, to El Morya and to you, Mother, for this wondrous path, for your sacrificial service, for your inspirational example and for your great love for all of us, which always causes us to strive harder to be who we really are.

Truly, you are helping me to eliminate the “cast of the human consciousness” and to come to know the love, wisdom and power of the Ascended Masters and my own God Self. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

May God bless you mightily, abundantly, eternally!

Your loving chela,

 

                                                                                                              

 

Dear Friends,

In the early 1970s I was living in Santa Cruz. One evening as I was sitting in my bedroom after supper, I noticed a passageway of light coming through a wall. Fiery writing was upon pages that came down the passageway.

At first I felt warm with love, then concerned as to the truth of the vision. But the “angel thought” came:  If Muhammad could receive verses from the angel Gabriel, then it was possible I could be graced with some pages from God, whose writing I could not even read.

Five years later, while living in Minneapolis, I was drawn by a picture-poster to a lecture by Elizabeth Clare Prophet. Subsequently I ordered a set of decrees and it dawned upon me that those decree pages were the same as the pages in the vision.

About five years after that, as I was decreeing in the Chapel of the Holy Grail at Camelot, I saw a beautiful and loving fiery salamander manifest in front of Kuthumi’s portrait. It stood about ten to fifteen feet tall and was delicately multihued.

The love and ethereal beauty which accompanied that elemental helped me to experience a level of reverence for life and love to which I yet aspire.

Paraphrasing Abraham Lincoln, “The good Lord must love the elementals, for He made so many of them.”

Glory to God for the grace of these teachings.

 

Sincerely,
A Keeper of the Flame,

 


Messenger’s note:

Some of the pages that came down the passageway were indeed decree pages but other pages contained teachings that will one day be revealed to this Keeper of the Flame.