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As my love flows out once again
With its clear purpose of flooding the hearts of men,
I AM filled with renewed hope
That those who respond to the vibratory action of my love
Will hold with their Divine Self,
The angelic hosts, and the cosmic masters
Through the cycles of the years,
Averting where they can
All forms of mortal disasters.
It is never the purpose of heaven to destroy, but rather to consume mortal substance, mortal density, and mortal error by the fervent glow of God's design, released into his attitude divine and then accepted by each soul as goal -to be mine.
The personification of divine ideals, the assumption of those blessed patterns, can only carry the fires of the immortal law into the tablets of men's hearts. Of old the promise of our Father was clear: In thy minds and hearts I will write my laws. As the grass of the field riseth and bloweth in the wind, so do the minions of mortal thought extend their fashion over the transient times, unfurling opportunity's earthly track down the highway of the years. To men and women caught in the net of delusion, confused by the blight of error and the surface disunities which are scattered abroad in the world today,
Hope seems yet afar off.
But as the chaff before the wild hurricane flies
So the whole pack of lies
Which the outer self has made,
Making men afraid
And full of blighted hopes -
Let heaven now put to an end!
Showering beams of magnificent God-perceptions
To the earth as gleams burst forth,
Attendant 'round my birth
In mortal form and song
To fill the world with hope each day-
As long as men can pause to pray.
In our recent communions
With the heart of the Divine One
The inquiry was made again and again,
"But what of my children
On the planet Earth?
What has been the measure
Of their year's accomplishment,
What of worth?
Have they added
To the treasure of the cosmic light?
What beacons shine there now,
Penetrating blight of density-
Stripes of error thoughts?"
And even as we passed
From galaxy to galaxy,
Meeting bands of wandering angels,
Cosmic hosts, and spirits bright with God-delight,
The call went out as starlike flowers
Were flung around our neck:
"When will the Earth itself perfect?"
And answers from our heart were always thus:
"Mankind seek continuously for us
But they know it not
And ignorance and a sense of false aright
Is the cause behind their present earthly blight."
A hopeful nod was given to me
From every Son of God
Whose hopes are implementing now the road
That lies ahead, your little selves to goad,
To keep the pace that wins the race
And from the record to efface
All lesser images and thoughts,
Completing, then, in holy purposed plan
The great salvation
Of our God for every man.
Blessed are they whose ears shall hear my words and do them.
Blessed are they whose hearts are free from confusion and error.
Blessed are they whose thoughts, like birds of cosmic space, fly upward to our God.
Blessed are they who feel the loving warmth of the Mother of the World.
Blessed are they who identify with the pathway of the free, who are not creed-bound, but eternally receptive to God's mind. I say with faith these all shall find their way back to his heart.
Blessed are they who by faith increase their substance and accept the gift that does perfect each thought and movement of expression, for these are active sons whose pure direction comes from God above.
Blessed are they who love as God loves, who consecrate themselves unto infinite purposes.
Blessed are they who unmask the unrealities of their world, shedding intellectual errors and holding pure perception as the right of man to progress.
Blessed are they whose faith in the bonds of heaven causes them to see, to have open eyes, to behold the angelic hosts, the tiny elementals that care for the world, and the Soul of God within each child manifesting here.
Blessed are they who, keeping the memory of Christmas as the joy of possibility, retain for themselves a spark of hope which they see in me.
Blessed are they who seize every fragment which God has scattered in space as the Sacred Eucharist.
Blessed are they who assimilate and those who rise in stature to eternal oneness.
Blessed are they who shake the dust of error off their feet as judgment, seeking adjustment of each mortal imperfection that is causative in producing impure direction.
Blessed are they who compromise not with the sinister strategies of darkness, but who seek solely the purity of the light. These shall not forever remain in error, but they shall see with the boldness of the free, the light that bathes the world by God-intent.
As I have shared with you these thoughts from my heart, and as I have spoken again to the family of God upon the planet, seeking ever to draw men from their varied positions into a harmony of the ways, so glows and goes my radiance over the world in a mighty outburst of splendor that intends to nurture the souls of the earnest seekers. If a little child shall lead them then I am content to be yet a child of outer space, for men find little room within their hearts for all that I am and seek to be to them.
My fire is the fragrance of the rose,
The light of hope and peace within a child
Whose life is yet serene -
A glimmer of the countenance mild
Of saint and sage, whose sacred dream
Commands obedience, purity, to manifest.
May all I say each season, now be blest -
The fourfold action of the quarter years
Is so designed
Some facet of God life to hold,
The miracle of the centuries that shall mold
Each coming year
As anthems of the free
Echo now down corridors
Of progress eternally
Commanding:
"Lo, I come to do thy will, O God."
Lovingly in his service, I remain one Son of the All-Father,