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My Starry Brothers upon Earth:
Ye have heard it said, "Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?"1 I must point out that the true vine (the Christ) is ever the connection to the Father-Source, and that each man (or manifestation of God) is a husbandman - a guardian of the energies conveyed through the stalk of Life.2
Mankind have speculated about the mysteries of life and of the strange statements which were dictated to John the Beloved upon the Isle of Patmos and set forth in the Book of Revelation. However, that which shall be revealed in eternity is often concealed in time; and therefore, I think that the total manifestation of mortality must be regarded as "the beast that was, and is not, and yet is."3
Men earnestly pursue a vague reality. They seek that which is unreal and know it not from the Real. In themselves the dusty destiny of mortality relentlessly carries them upon the back of a karmic tiger, the beast that was, the old memory of a more primitive state of a lustily evolved, conceptual relation between the unknown God and man - of sin stain and dim brain and dull record fane.
The vanity of mortal sense, long lost in records deeply tangled, comes now for redemption and harvest to the beast that is, the struggling one who seeks to extricate himself from that side of his being which would feign devour his life and its opportunities as they constantly appear. The beast that is to come is the residue of karma unredeemed and of banal influences from the past and present age. And this is indeed the number of a man4 as shown in the six-pointed star of manifestation, as above so below, in spirit, in thought, and in crystallized form.
Men do not gather grapes of thistles; and therefore, the good fruit must stem from the spiritual vine, and as Vaivasvata Manu pointed out in his Pearl last week, the good harvest must come from true and undefiled religion before God and the Father.5 How preferable it is for men while they yet live to consciously, willingly die to the old, decadent forces of shadow and defeat that have caused them such pain for so long in order that in this self-evoked judgment, this harvest of the fruit of being, men may honestly do for themselves that which their Higher Selves would do with certitude in the final trial of their souls before the crown of Life is imparted to them.
Would it not be an act, then, of greater wisdom for those who have embarked upon a spiritual career to release their hold and grip upon those transient and enervating factors of life which stem from human discord? Would it not be a wise act now for individuals to determine that they are going to be the victors, not the vanquished, in the great battle of life? Would it not be a blessing to all life if individuals would agree to take in hand their outer selves, even as they would a small child, and say, "I AM the Father of truth and not of error, and I will show thee how to live"?
As it is today, mankind permit their souls to be the small child, the untaught and untutored; and the careful preservation in their world of old mortal stains continues unabated - cause, effect, record, and memory - save in the few who are my starry brothers upon earth. To those few I address myself:
You are the savants of Immortal Life. You are the children of the one Father. Your eyes have been kindled with the vision of his rapture. His supremacy and authority reigns in your being. You speak and the powers of shadow tremble. You are Lords of life and death. The intrepid counsels of your hearts commune with Celestial Deity. You are employers of the flame of peace, and the very powers of nature shall consult with you. Let the Manchild rule,6 for surely we move forward together toward planetary victory.