Vol. 55 No. 24 - Beloved Magda - December 15, 2012
Hope Is Eternal and Will Never Perish
The Return of the Christ Consciousness
The universe twinkles with myriad lights, gleaming from all parts thereof, radiant stars of hope majestically confronting man and teaching him that the way out of darkness is the way of the light.
How beautiful is the ritual of the ascension, the ascended consciousness cognizant of forgiveness, of the tenderness of God’s memory reflected in fruit and flower. In memory of the grass that was and the immortalization of that which is of worth, we reach the ascended state, gazing upon the twinkling lights emanating from the planetary body, little shaftlike rays of hope reminiscent of the Master’s gaze, of his eyes, of the tenderness of his thoughts.
Our consciousness fills at last with the supreme virtue of the chalice of God. God is, and I am, awareness of tenderness and beauty in natural manifestation. Our souls soar, no more to be entangled in mortal grief, suffering or a lack of abundance. Our souls are going home.
Do not presume to find God, but do. One with the Spirit, everlasting hope is born in our hearts as a flame kindled by a momentum of agelessness, of immortality. Our love for him who both conceived us and, in each Christlike manifestation, forgives us is the tone of a great bell making all aware at last of the diligent momentums of the universal mind of God.
Coming home, we find at last reunion with all hearts. And through the ritual of everlasting forgiveness and everlasting hope, we find at last the return of the Christ consciousness in all of its blazing noontide fullness—Rabboni.1 We see him, we feel him, we are one with him. In an everlasting manner, all of our relationships change to those of permanence, of everlasting hope, of a heart that is never stilled, of an eye that never dims, of a being that is one, everlastingly one, with the universe.
No more, then, involved in illusion and its shroud, we grasp at last the hands of the living Christ. He is risen, with healing in his wings.2 We perceive a new fashion, a new glow, a new hope upon the mountains. The summit of man’s identity becomes forever his goal.
Let the goal received arise ever higher. The pulsations of cosmic delight will produce the flutter of new hopes within, unending, and travail no more. For at last all men will perceive the new culture of the ages that is born in the cultivation of the living universal Christ consciousness.
Rising into the Arms of Forgiveness and Hope
How beautiful it is in heart and consciousness to wipe his blessed feet with one’s own hair. And the words “Thou art forgiven,”3 echoing in the corridors of memory, still at last all mortal anguish and all anguish of mind or heart. For hope is eternal and will never perish.
The magnification of the delights of the ever-new world flood the mind and being of man. Stars of hope bursting before their gaze re-create the old days, the elder days of art,4 when beauty unmarred stood before the consciousness and at last men were able to communicate that beauty to one another. And in the teaching of the very young—those young of heart and young of being, freshly come forth unsullied from the mind of God—the newness of life was communicated to them from those who had passed through what men have called the vale of tears. For God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.5
And the Lamb of God is the light of this city—a City Foursquare, a city based upon the geometric progression and perfection of the living God, a city where all toil is the perfect being of the living God within the consciousness of the individual. Do you realize and grasp the meaning of that?
God is not sitting in a citadel of history as Nero of old fiddling while Rome burned. God instead is majestically communicating, radiating, emanating through the person of each little star, each little being, each focus of manifestation, more of himself, of his grace, of his reality, enfolding all. All seek in oneness to progressively rise into the arms of forgiveness and hope.
The radiant violet fire of perfection comes to mind and heart, cleansing, purifying, vitalizing. And life, like a budding rose, opes its petals one by one, corollaries to the sun of being, and the perfection of God is known to human hearts.
I come to you this day by a special dispensation of the Brotherhood. I am Magdalena of old. Known as the lady master Magda, I reveal myself to the world. For the fountain of forgiveness, from the heart of God, of all the darkness and confusion and chaos spread abroad in the world is a requisite* of this day—the day of the magnification of Diety, of Being, of the I AM Presence within.
Let all, then, share in the glowing firmament of hope. Darkness must vanish. Shadows must go. The climate of perfection all must know. Truth and pure reason infuse the soul. God makes known to each man his goal.
Do you see how the perfection of thousands of years can be brought into the individual and focused right there today? A soul memory so exquisite, like a beauteous cameo it may be worn upon the heart of both ladies and men. For it is an inner adornment, an adornment of consciousness that casts out all fear.
For fear has torment,6 and God brings freedom from torment and confusion. He brings peace to the world and the knowledge that I am free. For in my freedom from the densities that plagued me of old, in the forgiveness of the Christ manifest in Jesus comes also the forgiveness and love of one another—not only of those who are brethren, but of those who are temporarily cast out and separated from the light and dawning of truth.
Hope and the Magnificent Spiritual Resurrection
Truth and freedom go hand in hand, blessed ones. And I know, for I have traveled the long road of travail, and I have seen both darkness and light. I have seen both hope and hopelessness. I have stood at the door of the tomb. And I assure you that in the spirit of the resurrection, hope and joy, the abundance of life flows to every man. What is the meaning of true love but a grasp of this principle: the principle that lies undistorted in the hand of God, the principle that lies undistorted in the mind of God, the principle that lies undistorted in the heart of God—a heart of hope, a heart of renewal, a heart of consecration, a heart of more than ordinary dedication.
As many hands, many hearts and many lives lay themselves upon the altar of being, the magnificent spiritual resurrection, which can and does take place, will bring to all a certain knowing that God hoped for them from the Beginning. And in the bestowing of his hope upon their heart is the first flowing of renewal—a renewal as ancient as the fires of life that created unborn worlds and today is the voice of God echoing through time and space and eternity.
For when man understands and grasps this principle of life, he recognizes that all knowledge and certitude is within the heart of his Divine Presence. He is a focus, a glowing focus of cosmic fire, regenerate and charged with all beauty and perfection. All beauty and perfection will manifest, and the knowledge of the resurrection flame will kindle in him anew a permanent hope.
O hearts of light, be led by grace. Be led by grace. Follow grace.
*requisite: “something that is required or necessary: an indispensable or essential thing or quality” (Webster’s Third New International Dictionary)
Wings of Hope
To the Archeia of the Fourth Ray
Wings of Hope, enfold our planet ’round
Wings of Hope, bring freedom’s joyful sound
Bells of peace and joy they ring
Make all life arise and sing.
Resurrection’s flame of beauty bright
Raise our earth victorious in Light
Wings of Hope from God’s great heart
Love’s forgiveness prove.
Wings of Hope of Cosmic Christ release
Transmute discord into heaven’s peace
By the pow’r of your heart flame
Raise the earth in the I AM name.
Wings of Hope, protect God’s Life in all
Free all elementals great and small
All Hope’s courage now impart
To each beating heart.
Wings of Hope, we lovingly adore
God’s perfection earth once knew before
Resurrect in worlds of men
God’s perfection here again.
Central Sun, our source of Life so dear
Bless our Hope for bringing to us here
Wings of Hope that all may be
Free eternally.
This song is printed in the Church Universal and Triumphant Book of Hymns and Songs, no. 291. Melody: “Till We Meet Again” by Richard A. Whiting
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This dictation by Magda was delivered by the Messenger of the Great White Brotherhood Mark L. Prophet on Sunday, September 5, 1971, at La Tourelle, Colorado Springs, Colorado.
1. John 20:11-17.
2. Mal. 4:2.
3. Luke 7:36-50.
4. “In the elder days of Art, / Builders wrought with greatest care / Each minute and unseen part; / For the Gods see everywhere. / Let us do our work as well, / Both the unseen and the seen; / Make the house, where Gods may dwell, / Beautiful, entire, and clean.” From “The Builders” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1842.
5. Rev. 7:17; 21:4.
6. I John 4:18.
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