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There is a most intimate means of communication involving the Heart behind the heart, the attunement of the inner flame with the flame of the Creator in the heart of the Central Sun. Upon establishing intimate personal contact with the God flame in the sun, a pathway of light is woven down the corridors of the years and cycles, producing a unity of self and God. Then the star of the Christ, the inner radiance, that exists both in the Macrocosm and the microcosm, is magnetized and drawn into the world of the disciple, producing Christ-awareness and the ever-new sense of him who has indeed received the white stone and the "new name" which no man knoweth, saving he who has received it.
As the cycle of the year draws toward its rhythmic close and the time of solstice, thoughts turn toward my son and his mission with increasing power and definition. Although in actuality he was born in the spring of the year, the decision was made long ago to celebrate his birth in concordance with the time of the winter solstice, the annual darkening phase of humanity's existence being a most propitious time for the appearance of the brighter light.
Take heart, then, O men of humanity's level, and comprehend that his mission of hope to the world, with all of its basic simplicity, demands that God be not denied as possible of attainment for every man. His mission was clearly defined as one in which "the Son of man came not into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved;" and "I AM come that ye might have life, and that more abundantly." These two concepts have not been fulfilled by many of the precious souls who have come into embodiment, born in the hope of a greater manifestation of their dawning God Selves.
Men have commanded the sun to stand still within the domain of the self in its finite capacity. They have longed to fulfill their purposes in life in a human way, and after the patterns and tangled skeins of mortal weaving. Pain and sorrow have been their lot, whereas glory and peace was the divine intent. Just as the many herald the mission of my son, so there are those who say that he failed to persuade mankind correctly. I am certain that devotees of truth will quickly recognize that the failure was not in my son nor in his mission; and yet, I bear no reverence for his Sonship that I do not also, as a World Mother, transfer in hope to every son of God in whom the star of hope is appearing.
Historical modes can never successfully cry, "Halt!" to the Deity. In every past age, in the present hour, and in all time to come, there will always be room in the "inn" of my being for the latent Son of God who seeks to develop the divine qualities of the Eternal One within himself. This is why I suggest, in this hour of mortal trial - when the earth herself is being sorely tried by her sins and inequities, when individuals are meeting personal golgothas, crucifixions on the cross of mortal error, and, in many cases, suffering the pangs of death without acceptance of the hope which floods the world and is not seen by the blind - that men apply their thoughts diligently to acceptance of their individual oneness with God.
It is difficult for them to hold awareness of infinite purpose or to realize the God-concern which the eternal Father has for each son of his heart. A sense of separation has kept from mankind the glories of communion and its holy strands; the strident voices of the world seem to dull mankind's senses that would inwardly attune his being to the realm of the great imponderables of eternity. Do men long to commune with God? God longs to commune with man. He who long ago promised unto Abraham, saying, "I will make of thy seed as the stars of the sky, innumerable," did create and send waves of his glory across the heavens, that no part of space should be bereft of the hallowed radiance that comes from the Central Sun.
Celestial choirs sing not alone upon the advent of the Christ or at the period of one planet's celebration of a winter solstice, for there is a universal harmony that pervades all and the star of the Christ is the star of hope and of universality that shines twenty-four hours a day and forever. The crown for which each man longs - that some and many seek to win, that the few find, that God would give to all - is first attained by the weaving of strands of holy personal communication between the individual and the Divine Presence.
Do men fear?
The all-seeing eye does behold all,
And from that eye
Naught can be concealed.
Better that all should cast themselves
Upon the lap of God
As weary and tired children
That his hand, resting upon their brows,
Should wipe away all tears from their eyes
And point them to celestial skies
Where dawns without fear
The light of God shining clear
The balm of comfort
In each earthly mother's heart
In cosmic mothers does impart
A new birth, a new head start
For all who will revere it.
Precious ones, the advent of the Cosmic Mother is always made manifest simultaneously with the advent of the Cosmic Christ. And as Cosmic Man is born to fulfill the divine plan, which is uniquely identifiable with each lifestream's release from the imprisoned splendor of God's heart, so does the hour dawn for each individual when he will willingly seek God without ceasing!
The finding of God
Is no erasing of opportunity,
But rather the opening of the Book of Life
Upon whose clean, white pages
Will be recorded, then, no strife
But only the sacred tomes of the sages
Who throughout history have seen
The advent of the Star of God
With brilliance all serene.
The quick and the dead ought both to arise
And see the glory from the skies,
Streaming 'round his tiny head,
A new world dawning just ahead.
Through cycle of the years
Appears, as fragments from afar,
Beaming as his star,
Choiring might of angelic band.
God's peace I bring in my right hand
To take dominion o'er the world
As law of Life to all unfurls
My banner, as the Lamb of God
To feed his sheep who 'neath the rod
Of holy law the Path do trod
To ever-new vistas, whose whitened way
Shineth hope for each new day.
I AM your Mother of eternal comfort,