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Beloved in Whose Self Awareness Is the Great Potential of the Spirit:
The Holy Spirit can rightfully be called the Great Unifying Coordinator, like unto a mighty weaver of old, Who weaves a seamless garment of Ascended Master Light and Love. The shuttle of God's attention upon Man drives forth radiant beams of descending Light, scintillating fragments of purity and happiness toward Earth and into the hearts of His children, whilst the tender risings of men's hopes, aspirations, invocations and calls for assistance do pursue the Deity in His Mighty Haven of Cosmic Purity.
Now the subject of the descent of the Holy Spirit cannot be compressed within the span of a few short pages or articles dealing with the confederation of Heaven and the opportunities which God gives to men. Yet, awareness itself is the great potential. Therefore, in earnestness of Cosmic Heart, We call to all who have been charged with a renewing of the priceless Immortal Spirit of God's Identity, to take stock of themselves and of the radiant Gift of Himself which God has made to all who will receive Him.
As a tiny seed of Light, the Holy Spirit enters into the Heart of the Earth, into the density of matter, that It might expand through the cells of form and Being, of thought and perception, to become a gnosis and effulgence in the Cup of Consciousness. This Holy Grail of Immortal Substance may be unrecognized by many who pass by, but to many others It will be perceived, gleaming from behind the Veil, shedding the Light of that divine knowing which transcends mortal conception and is the renewing freshness of Eternity's morn, vitalizing each moment with that God Happiness which Man can cognize through infinite perceptions, cast as fragments into the chalice of his own consciousness.
Above all, having received, retain
Whate'er Gift God hath given unto thee,
That e'er the sun set each day
Thou shalt have cleansed thy Being
Of all perceptions vain and hapless
And readied thyself through eventide
To enter in to Immortal Peace
In the hours of the night while thy body sleeps
To dream the Immortal Dream
And to be one who gathers
Of the Flame of God's Spirit in greater measure
And fulness, that as the new day breaketh,
Thy energies, made holy and pure,
Rising as the incense of devotion,
Shall invoke for all who are thy Friends of Light
Some new miracle of consciousness.
Thy Destiny lies not in vanity and confusion
But only in the Godly activity of Being
A lamp lighter
Having first within thyself the spark of kindling
That thou mayest then and ever anon
Confer with sweetness upon all hearts
The selfsame regenerative technique
Bestowed upon thee by the Eternal Father.
The Holy Spirit, having descended into thy Being
Is ever thereafter an Eternal Anchor
Cast within the Heart Center of Divinity Itself.
No delusion, no outer world vanity
Will then allay thy feeling of searching,
For, Thy Being, like a Great Searchlight
Will scan each moment
That thou mayest perceive what radiant splendor
God has placed there - shall I say, blessed ones,
Right under your noses -
That thou mayest know that all that opposes
The configuration of splendid appearing
Is but a darkened garb without clearing
Which thou mayest well shun, never fearing
Ought else, but knowing withal
That the show white dove, showing all hope,
Will fly with compassionate wings
To the Heart of Heaven where soundless sound rings
The melody of the Sacred Seven
Whose Whiteness is Thy Seamless Robe.