Pearls of Wisdom

Vol. 36 No. 10 - I AM the Witness - March 7, 1993

 

I AM the Witness

Patience with the Healing Process

 

Dear Mother,

Before another day slips by, I wanted to let you know that a miracle has happened and I have experienced a major physical healing in my life.

As you know, for two and a half years I have had a nasal condition. Unhealed mucous membranes in my nasal/sinus area caused me much facial pain and headaches and affected my eyesight. I was unable to decree much because of the pain.

Although I had tried practically every avenue of healing possible, nothing seemed to change until I received a macrobiotic consultation from Steve Acuff in August. He recommended a strict diet for me through December 15, which I followed diligently. On December 15, I also had an appointment with a staff physician, who gave me a homeopathic remedy. Mother, this time it worked!  My healing took place during that very week!

That week I also attended the Saturday morning Kuan Yin vigil and wrote a confession letter to you. Perhaps I was healed because there was a balancing of a particular karma I needed to bear for a while and because of the culmination of my devotions and all of your healing calls on my behalf. All I know is that during this special week, God decided to bestow his grace of healing upon me.

I can tell you that my joy was full and that I felt thrilled and grateful as well as humbled before this miracle that I witnessed taking place in my life. I walked around as though I were carrying a tiny Buddha in my heart, not wanting anything to disturb the alchemy that was taking place.

This healing was definitely a process that took its course and also provided a time to go within since I was unable to use my full voice in decrees. From the beginning, my sole desire to be healed was so that I could serve the Messengers and the entire Spirit of the Great White Brotherhood in this Community in my fullest capacity and also give my full voice in decrees and invocations. I know this is my reason for being. Thank you ever so much for your calls on my behalf and your untiring love for each one of us.

In the name of my beloved Mighty I AM Presence and Holy Christ Self, Archangel Michael and Mighty Victory, I claim my healing and seal the victory of this healing this day and forever!  Amen.

In love and gratitude,

                                  

 

“Praise to the Enemies”

Dear Mother,

I was reading the book Shambhala by Nicholas Roerich the other day and came across the chapter called “Praise to the Enemies,” and I thought how apropos it was for our community now, even as it was for the Agni Yoga Society then. Below is an excerpt.

Thanks to the enemy,

A chela

 

Praise to the Enemies

And so we shall discourse!  You will impede and we shall build. You will delay the structure and we shall temper our skill. You will aim all your arrows and we shall uplift our shields. While you will compose subtle strategies, we shall already occupy a new site. And where we shall have but one way, you will have in persecution to try hundreds. Your trenches will but point out to us the mountain path. And when we direct our movements, you will have to compile a voluminous book of denials. But we shall be unimpeded by these compilations.

Truly, it is not pleasant for you to enumerate all that is doneagainst your regulations. Your fingers will become numb as you count upon them all the cases of forbiddances and denials. Yet at the end of all actions, the strength will remain with us. Because we dispelled fear and acquired patience, and we can no longer be disappointed. And we will smile at each of your grimaces, your schemes and your silences. And this, not because we are specially anointed, but because we do not love the dictionaries of negation. And we enter each battle only on a constructive plan.

For the hundredth time we smilingly say:  Thanks to you, enemies and persecutors. You have taught us resourcefulness and indefatigability. Thanks to you, we have found glorious mountains with inexhaustible beds of ore. Thanks to your fury, the hoofs of our horses are shod with pure silver, beyond the means of our persecutors. Thanks to you, our tents glow with a blue light.

You yearn to learn who we are in reality; where are our dwellings; who are our fellow-voyagers. Because you have invented so many slanders about us, that you yourselves are hopelessly entangled. Where is the limit?

At the same time, several keen people insist that it is not only useful but highly profitable for you to go our way, and that no one who has walked with us has lost anything, but has rather received new possibilities.

Would you know where is our dwelling place?  We have many homes in many lands, and vigilant friends guard our dwellings. We will not divulge their names, nor shall we probe into the habitation of your friends. Nor shall we seek to convert them. Many are traveling with us and in all corners of the world, upon the heights, flame friendly beacon fires. Around them the benevolent traveler will always find a place. And verily, travelers hasten to them. For besides the printed word and the post, communications are dispatched by invisible forces, and with one sigh, joy, sorrow and help are transported through the world fleeter than the wind. And like a fiery wall, stand the battlements of friends....

Although you pretend to condemn those who speak of that which they do not know, yet you yourself are acting so. Where is that justice for which you have sewn such clumsy theatrical togs for yourself?  When, to your joy, you believe that we have disappeared, we will be again approaching by a new path. However, let us not quarrel; we must even praise you. Your activity is useful to us, and all your most cunning schemes give us the possibility of continuing the most instructive of chess-games. <*>

 

* Nicholas Roerich, Shambhala, rev. ed. (Rochester, Vt.:  Inner Traditions International, 1990), pp. 150-51, 154-55. Available through Summit University Press.

 

“It Made My Heart Sick”

Dear Murray and All,

The prompting for this letter is to tell you how horrible I thought the “48 Hours” show was that aired last week on CBS. I hope you didn’t put yourself through the ordeal of watching it, but I am sure you have heard about it. In trying to compare your Church to the Waco situation, the news media was bigoted in a way that shocked even me–a publisher who has seen this kind of thing for so long.

It was fascist. It made my heart sick, literally and figuratively.

The reporter mentioned that Mrs. Prophet had refused an interview but then apparently decided to go ahead with one. She should have followed her first instinct.

The growing intensity of raw hatred in this world is difficult for me to deal with. The battle lines are drawn, aren’t they?

I am praying that Dave Koresh will be freed of his oppression and possession, and also the people in his group. We know what dark force must have been behind the libelous connection CBS made between your Church and these people. Although the Church bore the sharpest, most graphic persecution, all people on faith journeys to Jesus and the great I AM are suffering as a result of it because it is bringing out enormously vocal manifestations of hatred toward people of faith. More of this is going to happen.

Even though I am a failure at communicating by letters, phone calls, and so on, I pray for you and Mrs. Prophet and your community every day. I visualize legions of Light Angels surrounding and protecting you, and the protective love of the Blessed Mother helping you. God Bless You All!

Love,