Pearls of Wisdom

Vol. 37 No. 40 - I AM the Witness - October 2, 1994

 

I AM the Witness

El Morya Is My Friend

 

Dear Mother,

I hesitate in writing this letter to you because I have found in the past that when I reveal a treasure such as this to someone, sometimes the treasure is taken away. And I don’t want to lose this treasure ever!

I finally understand and know what it is to have a real, intimate friend. I had been searching for a person to be this very one but had only discovered that all the qualities of friendship I was looking for are not realistically available within any one person. All of us may strive to outpicture those qualities—bring heaven down to the physical, as one might say—but we are unable to embody all these qualities due to various reasons.

I would like to tell you a short story. It has to do with my relationship to El Morya. About a year and a half ago, I wrote to you concerning some problems I was having in a friendship. You responded to me with a letter that I very much took to heart. But El Morya also responded to me through an advertisement SU Press had put together about him. The ad talked about having El Morya as an intimate friend in heaven. When I first saw this ad, I didn’t want to hear the message because I wanted an intimate friend on earth.

During the 1993 July conference, El Morya came to my heart and asked me to join staff. He swaddled me with a fatherly tenderness. I was overwhelmed. The desire to be on staff had been with me for some time, yet because of some unresolved issues, I was unable to give him a definite “yes.”  I told him I could serve him anywhere I lived. I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to be on staff and I had to think about it. However, after some thought and prayer, I decided I would join staff but I wanted to work out for a few more months before doing so.

When the 1994 July conference arrived, I was here. There were still things that I hadn’t resolved, however. One of those things was the loss of intimacy I once had with a friend here on staff. My soul still desired this friendship lost, but this friendship never came back—at least the way I had hoped. I went to the altar with my pain and my many complaints of loss—loss of this and other past friendships.

The answers to these prayers came through the heart of El Morya. Everything that my previous friends had fallen short on, El Morya did for me. He came to me without me looking for him first and met me halfway. He listened and understood my hurts and comforted me with his warmth and tenderness. He never criticized me but gave me compassion and consolation. He didn’t avoid me and make up reasons why he couldn’t be there. And most of all, he loved my soul and wanted to be my friend.

Well, after a while, it dawned on me what El Morya was saying. My sense of self should not come from outer relationships but from the God within. His love in action, outpictured in his friendship to my soul, gave me this understanding.

I love El Morya for his gift of friendship. Because he first loved me, and has retained his bond to my heart, I have a strength within myself and a sense of worth that I did not have before. I know without a doubt that he sincerely is my friend.

El Morya’s tenderness has softened me and given me the ability to be compassionate towards others. His love has been the cure for my pain. My soul leaps with joy to give prayers to him and to be his instrument. This is the type of friendship I desire to retain forever.

God bless you, Mother,