I AM the Witness
Archangel Michael’s Miracle
Dear Mother and Devoted Staff,
I am very grateful for this opportunity to witness to the glories of God that have come through this activity and through those who have devoted their lives to the mission of the Messengers of the Great White Brotherhood.
When we first joined the Church, my wife and I were able to go to Spokane for the summer class of 1974. After sleeping the first night in the dormitory, we awoke in the morning and remarked to each other almost simultaneously, “Do you remember Mother addressing us at the retreat last night while we were sleeping?”
That class was truly one of miracles! There was a dictation by Archangel Michael in which he announced:
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| I come with a scroll that is the final release of light from the Lords of Karma, from the Four and Twenty Elders and from the God Star. The text of the scroll is brief. It reads: |
Immediately after the dictation, Sean came in and exclaimed that we should all come look at the sky. As we gathered outside looking up–about 300 of us–we saw, some 300 to 400 feet above the auditorium, a large cloud continuously enfolding itself with beautiful light rays of varying colors shooting out in all directions as if from a huge diamond. This went on for about five minutes.
During another dictation by Heros and Amora, the Elohim of the pink ray, a picture of roses was projected on the screen behind Mother. Wave after wave of the most wonderful smelling rose perfume poured out of the picture over all the audience during the dictation. It was truly heavenly!
At my first class in Los Angeles an elderly gentleman from a neighboring convention wandered in and sat behind me to my right a little. It appeared to me that he was burdened by discarnate entities. As Mother’s lecture proceeded, he fell asleep and began shaking his head back and forth.
I had just contacted the Teachings a few weeks before and knew only a few things regarding entities and decrees. The best thing I could think of to do was to sub-audibly say, “I AM a being of violet fire! I AM the purity God desires!” while visualizing violet flame over the gentleman. I gave this mantra intensely several times very quietly so as to not disturb the lecture.
Suddenly I saw a large sheet of violet flame spring up and surround the man. He immediately woke up. The entity was dissolved or left and the man’s whole face lit up as though he were in bliss and freed from some long affliction. I was surprised and grateful that my call was answered so rapidly. It wasn’t until later that I realized that this experience was for my benefit also.
The following year I attended the summer class at Mount Shasta in California. As I walked into the tent for the first time, I felt a fountain of light pouring from the large pictures of Jesus and Saint Germain on either side of the altar. I was transfixed by the magnetic quality of this light and it put me in a state of bliss. I felt as though I could bathe in that light for eternity! My cup was truly overflowing with it. It was such an intense experience that I was unable to even do the decrees. Finally, after several minutes I told myself that I had to do the work, the bliss vanished, and I started decreeing with the group.
I have had other beautiful experiences–including being saved by Archangel Michael from several serious accidents and a severe fire–but rather than writing a letter that is ten times this long, I’ll just say that I am very grateful to be a part of this activity of God!
With all my love,
Message from a Teen Suicide
Beloved Mother,
Around 1978, a friend and neighbor of mine from Colorado named Ethel had an experience from beyond the veil that I would like to share with others. Ethel was Catholic and very devoted to Mother Mary. She knew a mother who had a son about eighteen years old who was deeply into drugs. Realizing the pain he was putting his parents through, he determined to be done with it all and commit suicide, which he did.
One night Ethel had gone to bed as usual, when all of a sudden at the foot of her bed was an apparition of her young friend. She excitedly asked him, “Why are you here?” He said to her, “Ethel, I want you to tell them [the others in his group] that they are wrong in thinking they can commit suicide and it’s all over. Tell them I am alive and still craving drugs. Please tell them they are wrong in their thinking.”
Ethel promised him she would tell them and then added, “Have you called on Archangel Michael to help you?” He said, “No, but I will.” Just as he said “I will,” the apparition vanished.
A Warning Heeded
Dear Mother,
In 1986 my family and I were living in the Upper Rockridge area of Oakland. We were very happy with the area and home and had no plans to leave.
Around that time I learned of Archangel Michael’s dictation of April 11, 1982. Archangel Michael had said it was important that we find ourselves “exactly and precisely at the right place” on January 1, 1987. He said:
I ask you to call to me personally for the protection of your life, your soul and your family, that you are found in the right place on that date and that all things moving in your life in this hour will move toward your oneness with our bands in that hour.
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| I do not say that place for you personally is the Inner Retreat. But I do say you have a right place, and you have a right to know what that place is when God desires to reveal it to you. And there are steps necessary for you to take in order to be present with your own Mighty I AM Presence on that day. You may be guided to take those necessary steps to go to your ultimate destination before that destination is revealed to you. I make known to you that you have need to call to me to ascertain the point of your arrival. |
Being an obedient chela, I began inserting this call before my Archangel Michael decrees.
At the end of September 1986, we were still living in Oakland with absolutely no thoughts of leaving. I remember thinking often of where I would be on January 1, 1987. One Sunday a friend called me from the San Francisco Teaching Center and told me I had to be there that Thursday evening. She wouldn’t tell me why. When I arrived, they played a tape you had sent out on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The message struck an inner chord in me. I went home from the meeting and told my husband (who is not in the Teachings) that we had to move out of Oakland. The Masters must have been working with him on the inner because he was very receptive to the idea. Generally he has to think things over before making a decision.
As we sat contemplating where to move, I remembered a small town in the Napa Valley about one and a half hours away that I had visited the month before. We both agreed this would be an ideal place to raise the children. It was small, simple and uncorrupted.
We drove up there that Sunday, found a home we loved and made an offer on it. Our home in Oakland sold to the first people to view it.
At first I didn’t think we would close by the end of the year because termite work had to be done and, with the holidays, there were delays in its completion. But at the last moment the bank decided to push the closing through to avoid new regulations coming into effect in January.
To make a long story short, we were handed the papers to our new home on the afternoon of December 31, 1986, just seven hours before January 1, 1987.
I feel as though I am living in a well-protected cocoon in the Napa Valley. The Masters could not have found a better place for us!
During the recent Oakland fires, our old home in the Upper Rockridge area was totally destroyed. The damage on that particular street was so bad that the San Francisco paper ran a special article on it a week later. If we had not made our move in 1986, we would have been one of the casualties of this devastating fire.
I am truly grateful to the Masters for their guidance in my life.
God bless you, Mother, for all that you are
and for all that you do for us,
Kuan Yin and Fortuna’s Answer to the Call for Supply
Kuan Yin really does send miracles! One time I wanted to attend a conference and couldn’t see my way through to get there, so I gave one side of Kuan Yin’s Crystal Rosary. I called to Kuan Yin to help me get to the conference. Then suddenly everything fell into place. One phone call brought cheap airline tickets for myself and several others. I found temporary work for a week to get the extra money I needed–and I went! I really saw Kuan Yin work for me that time.
Some years later I was trying to get together funds for my survival preparedness. So I decided to give a 30-day novena of decree 55.01–“Light’s Treasures”–to Fortuna. I gave this decree 144 times daily with violet flame and resurrection decrees and calls to Kuan Yin. Doing the novena was great because I had to deal with all my inability to believe in miracles.
Well, the novena ended and nothing happened for quite a while. Then one day I got a letter in the mail. It looked like an ordinary letter, but when I held it, my hands shook and for some reason I was frightened to open it.
Well, eventually I did open it and it was a check for over $5000! It was a real miracle and I knew that it had come from the heart of Kuan Yin and Fortuna.
Comfort for a Parent in the Hour of Passing
Recently, my father made the transition. For over a year he had been in a fierce battle with cancer, which had spread throughout his body. Due to the series of chemotherapy and radiation treatments he had undergone and drugs to kill the pain, he lost his hair and his sense of taste and was constantly short of breath. Yet because of his determination and will to live, he kept going, doing relatively well for an 81-year-old man.
My mother called one night to say my father had been gasping for air and had been taken by ambulance to the hospital. Up to this time he had refused to have an oxygen tank in the house, thinking he could get by without it. The doctors said he would have to be on oxygen the rest of his life and released him from the hospital five days later with an oxygen tank.
A few days later I called home and had the good fortune to talk with my father. Afterward, as I was speaking with one of my sisters, my father came back on the line and asked to talk to me again. When my sister hung up he said, “If they call and tell you that I’m dead, I don’t want you to grieve. I want you to be thankful. It means I won’t be a burden on your mother or you and your sisters any longer.”
It was very important to him not to be a burden–so much so that he said he intended to have a meeting with my mother and sisters that night to tell them he wanted to be put into a nursing home. We talked awhile about the purpose of families and I told him that I felt it was our duty and opportunity to care for him and that he shouldn’t try to take that away from us. If he was totally bedridden or needed 24-hour nursing care, then we might consider it but not otherwise.
My father then said he wasn’t afraid to die but he just didn’t want to be a burden on anyone. I knew this was the moment I could offer him some understanding about life after death. He had said nothing to my mother or sisters about thinking he didn’t have long to live. Choking back the sobs and the shock, I told him that I wouldn’t grieve, that I would be grateful because I was at peace with the possibility of his death since I knew where he was going. I explained that he wouldn’t really be dead but that he would simply be in a different octave of existence.
I told him that my greatest prayer and desire was for him and my family to have the same understanding that I have of the soul and of physical death. I explained I had grown up fearing death–it seemed like nothing but a big black hole at the other end–and that because of this I had done a lot of searching and reading, looking for the answers to why we live and then seemingly end up nowhere. I hadn’t believed nor understood the concept of “going to heaven.” Heaven had never really been explained satisfactorily to me until I found the Teachings.
I said that according to our beliefs, we are given a certain amount of time, an opportunity, to accomplish certain things in this life and that when our time is up we are taken to a different level of existence. I explained what free will meant and that it was free will that had gotten him through till now–that God respected his free will and his determination to keep living until he called him Home.
I told him that when his time came the angels would come to get him and take him to a place where he would be healed, because he no longer was being healed in this body. I then explained how his soul would be healed and tutored in the retreats and prepared for his next embodiment.
Two days later my father made the transition. He was cremated that same day.
My husband and I arrived at my parents’ home the night before the memorial service for my father. The only beds available were in the makeshift bedroom my mother had set up for my father downstairs. About an hour after retiring, I was awakened by the feeling of a childlike presence entering the room. I felt a tingling sensation starting at my toes all the way to my head. Whoever (or whatever) was there was surprised to find two “strangers” in this room and was viewing us with curiosity.
Though I didn’t feel threatened, I silently made the calls to Archangel Michael, wondering who this could possibly be. I then realized intuitively it was coming from my mother. So I called her by name and spoke directly to her (to her soul) and told her she could not come into this room, that her husband was no longer here and that she had to go back to her body to rest and go to the retreats, where she would be shown where her husband was. She was obedient and there were no further incidents for the remainder of our stay.
The night following the memorial service for my father, my mother sat the family down to explain how my father had died. She told us that a few days after he returned home from the hospital he had refused to use his oxygen. I then told my family that during my prayers for the past two weeks I had seen my father enveloped in a white light and realized he would die soon.
We discussed the conversation I had had with my father two days before his death. My mother said that she had noticed he was different afterward–that he was more peaceful. I ended by saying that our father had decided to see what God’s will was instead of his. I told them I knew he was now being healed because since his passing I had seen him in a peaceful place, resting and growing younger and younger.
I feel this was a great comfort to my family, especially my mother. It’s wonderful the way God works to give us opportunities to serve those in need. I am eternally grateful to God, the Masters and Mother for the Teachings, which enabled me to gently prepare my father for his transition and to make the loss easier to handle for my family.
With love and gratitude,
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