Pearls of Wisdom

Vol. 36 No. 3 - I AM the Witness - January 17, 1993

 

I AM Witness

 “I Loved You the First Time I Saw You”

 

Dear Guru Ma,

I loved you from the very first time I saw you in London eighteen years ago. You were on BBC television with two of your children. When you were questioned about seeing our Blessed Mother Mary, you were also asked when the world would end. Your reply was:  “It is only God who knows when the world will end.”  I turned to my husband, Cris, and said, “I must meet that woman one day!”

Years passed. I did not recall this incident until a few months ago, when the memory suddenly came to me like a flash. I hadn’t even remembered it when I saw you again on television in March 1987 at a Body, Mind and Spirit Exhibition in London. At the exhibition, I bought my first Chart of the Presence, pictures of Jesus, Saint Germain and Archangel Michael, the violet flame booklet, Archangel Michael’s Rosary booklet, and The Science of the Spoken Word. I then inquired where I could contact someone in the Teachings. I was given an address and information about services.

Soon after, I attended a Wednesday night healing service. As I looked at the I AM Presence in the Chart above the altar, I saw it spinning. After the service, it was announced that there would be a conference at the Royal Teton Ranch. The cost was £400, which had to be paid within two weeks. I prayed–and I was able to pay within the two weeks!

On my arrival at the ranch, I was convinced that my search had ended. Beloved Mother, you are so kind. We met you on the road and you helped us get our luggage to the tent where we slept that night. I knew I had found my spiritual Mother.

Since then, I have hoped that one day you would be my personal Guru. I am so grateful that beloved Omega has offered us the opportunity to be “a known and counted and sponsored direct chela of the Messenger.”  For I have never come across a person who loves as you do and who is so willing to teach others the Way.

This world needs people like you. For me, you are the greatest example on this planet. I thank our Father God for the Teachings of the Ascended Masters and for the example you are to all of us. I thank you for your courage and your one-pointedness in bringing these Teachings to all you meet. I thank God and leave everything to his holy will.

Your loving chela,

                                  

 

Eating from the Same Pot

Dear Mother of the Flame!

I am very pleased to send herewith a cassette of Kuan Yin mantras I picked up in a Buddhist temple in Pusan, South Korea. Although the chanting is in Korean, I thought you might like to hear how the Korean devotees honor the beloved Mother of Mercy. I don’t understand nor know the words but if one listens carefully, one can recognize some of the same words that are in the Kuan Yin’s Crystal Rosary mantras–words like Na-mo (Hail!) and P’u-sa (Bodhisattva). Kuan Yin is lovingly called Kannon P’u-sa in Japan and Korea.

In another ancient Buddhist temple I was fortunate enough to hear Buddhist prayers being recited in many, many parts of the vast interior. What arrested me the most was the way the Korean women prayed. Each time they ticked off the prayer beads in their hands, they would bow down with their arms stretched full-length on the floor (as the Muslims do). Then they would immediately get up and repeat the whole performance.

A Korean friend enlightened me that for serious requests, the women pray in this manner with one thousand bows!  That would sure be some request!  Any deity would succumb to such devotion!  I did not ask if the men performed the same ritual. (Maybe they leave all the praying to the women.)

Mother, thank you very much for all the wonderful lectures. I noticed that Herman Aihara concluded his lecture “Why Is Cooking Important?”  on the topic of eating from a communal pot. Here I’d like to share a story with you.

More than ten years ago I knew of a well-to-do Chinese family in Bangkok. The children were all married and living in their own houses, but this big family was closely knit in one manner:  Come dinnertime, the chief cook in the patriarch’s shop would ladle out proportionate amounts of cooked rice into many containers. Then “delivery boys” would go through the congested traffic to each offspring’s residence, bringing the containers of rice. This ritual was carried on faithfully because the father said that, although living apart, the whole family would be united by eating from the same rice pot.

Not only was the family united in this way but even the workers in the shop. In those days the workers in Chinese shops were provided lunch and dinner. I believe that this is what made the workers stay on for lengthy years of service. Eventually, they came to be regarded as part of the family. Eating from the same pot was the unifying bond.

On this unified note, may there be a joyous season of rebirth in our hearts and souls!  Thank you, dear Mother–thank you, all you wonderful staff, for all the Ascended Master materials coming from the Royal Teton Ranch!

In ever multiplying love and never-ending God-victories, I AM

                                  

 

I Meet a False Female Guru

Dear Mother,

Recently I was thinking about an experience I had while I was serving at the Church’s ashram in India in 1981. I wanted to share it with you because people don’t always realize just how much the false gurus and teachers can manipulate and how much power they have to affect people.

One day I went with a fellow staff member, who is a Sikh, to look at an outdoor lecture hall in Delhi. We were hoping to find a place where you could come and lecture. A woman guru was scheduled to speak that night, so we decided to check out the place and see what the woman was like.

We arrived early, when hardly anyone was there–just a few people from India and no Westerners. I felt funny about being there and told my Sikh friend that I wanted to sit in the back, but he wanted to sit right in front. As it turned out, he was the one who stood out. Among the five or six hundred people who eventually arrived, he was the only one wearing a turban.

After a while, the woman guru (I don’t remember her name) came out and started speaking. She was Indian by birth but lived in England. Although she spoke English, she had made it a rule not to speak in English when she was in India.

Since I didn’t understand her, I basically just watched the people and listened to her voice. It had a sing-song quality and almost put me to sleep. Then I began to watch her and all of a sudden she began to change in front of me.

My third eye must have opened because as I watched I saw her take on pointed features. Her teeth, her ears, her fingers and even her eyebrows became pointed and sharp. I thought I was seeing things and began rubbing my eyes, but the image didn’t go away.

I also noticed that her voice had changed and taken on almost a hissing quality. All her “s” words seemed accentuated. I was beginning to get really concerned but my exit was blocked by all the people around me, who were sitting cross-legged on the floor.

About this time, my friend began talking to her. I did not understand the conversation but afterwards he told me that she had started to tell a story about how bad Sikhs were and how they raped and murdered, and so on. So he had interrupted and challenged her.

My friend told me we had to leave, so we stepped over all the people to get out. We went to the back of the hall and stood quietly and called to God for divine justice.

Then we left and began the ride home–a ten-mile journey, clear across New Delhi. We rode in a cart (similar to a golf cart), which is cheaper than a taxi. I began to feel sick and by the time we were half way home I was on the floor and couldn’t sit up because I was in so much pain. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

My friend stopped the cart and got us a taxi for the rest of the ride home. When we arrived at the ashram I could barely walk. I went straight to the chapel and lay on the floor while everyone else prayed and gave decrees to Astrea. By the time the decrees were finished, I felt a little better. I went right to bed and it took several days before I felt normal again.

I remember telling the ashram director the next morning that that was the first time I had ever met another guru besides you, Mother, and I didn’t want to meet any others!

I was aware of false gurus before I left for India, but I really didn’t understand how they operate until I saw it and felt it myself. I wouldn’t want others to underestimate their power. I thought if my story could help others to realize how the false gurus can manipulate and do harm, then you should know about it.

As I said twelve years ago, I have found my Guru and my Path and I don’t want any other.

Love,

Your chela,

 

Gratitude for Service

Beloved Mother,

I am grateful for the love and protection you send to us daily.

I am making an effort to become the Christ, to have a God-controlled mind, to love and serve God above all other desires.

I love you and thank you for the privilege of serving in the cafeteria. Please make calls for me that I may attain the purity and wisdom to better serve others.

Thank you, beloved Mother, for your presence here and all you do to save this planet.

My love to you,

(from an 82-year-old devotee)

 

                                  

 

Gratitude from Prison

Dear Elizabeth,

God bless you for the books that you have provided for me here in prison. They have been a blessing to me and have helped me grow much on my spiritual path of understanding who I AM.

Love,