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To You Who Would Remember a Mother's Heart:
Ah, the sweet world of hope, how like a mother's prayer for the newborn are the fair thoughts and hopes which God holds afresh each day for the world and the children of men. And it is His Hope, His Compassion, His Strength, His Determination, and His Wisdom released from On High that filters through the sunlit air and gently descends into the hearts of men, removing elements of despair and bringing to Earth each day some new ray of hope for that which is to come that sustains the power of virtue among men. The greater movements of energetic Holy Intelligence from On High become the lesser engravings of men's hearts, for their interpretations, in a less lofty vein, do derive their inspiration from the Mercy of God, dropping as the softly falling rain, or as the snow in all of its white brilliance that bespeaks of Purity in a world stained with doubt.
I AM come to reminisce for a moment on the holy eve when Beloved Jesus first made His appearance two thousand years ago as the lowly one, destined to be raised On High and in the souls of men as a Brother Celestial whos e mission, scarcely understood then, remains to the present hour undefined in its entirety. I did not seek then to probe the mysteries of God, for I knew with a fortitude not of this Earth that He whom I held in my arms was the Promised One who would comfort many souls for thousands of years to come.
My life seemed to me then as but a tender offering upon the altar of His mission, His service, His preparation, His ministry unto the souls of men. I knew that my Being ought never to be the repository for doubt or foolish pride, or contempt for those lesser illumined ones. I knew that the mastery revealed in his tiny baby glance and smile as the days passed by was the result of the Power, Wisdom and Love imparted unto Him by angelic visitants from God's Heart. As He stretched His tiny limbs and gazed toward the sky, I saw a new vigor creep into his form almost daily, and I felt as though I watched from afar the birth of a new world, a new star, a radiance unspeakable and yet compassionate.
To serve with Joseph in nourishing this young Light, so freshly come from Heaven's realm, was to me a reason for being beyond earthly delight, and so it came to pass that an incalculable mastery of outer conditions came into my hand and mind, and I determined to be an example of all that a holy mother should, offering myself in holy prayer to God daily. Not failing to reconsecrate myself in service apart from the world and the appearances of outer conditions, I drew a strength matchless in its fullness into outer manifestation, and I found that on my aspiration for my Son, my own soul took flight, and joy surged forth as from a spring deep in the heart of the Earth.
I impart these inner reminiscences to mankind today in the twentieth century that you may know that the Heart of a Cosmic Mother does not lose touch with the externalized virtue of past times; on the contrary, the unbroken continuity of all that has gone before remains with Me still as the tender tracings of Deific Power which shall be to all people for His Name's Sake. For, as I impart to you today these ancient meditations of My Heart, I know full well that those who can respond, as though touched by inner chords from heavenly ministrants of music, will let the joy that ought to flood the world come forth through them here and now that hither and thither and anon through the world the Light of God may flow, that not on wings of devotion alone, but on service shall all arise to renew their memory of My Son's Mission of Cosmic Destiny for all.