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Little Children Who Would Enter into the Place of the Son of God, the Consciousness Where God Is: I AM and Because I AM You Are, We Are, They Are - It Is. Therefore Enter Thou the Open Door of Paradise to Come
Concluding the Seraphic Meditations prior to a higher step in our dossier, we release the thoughts of the Captain of the Seraphic Bands, Justinius:
I beheld the predication of God, the First Cause, unsullied, magnificent in brightness, qualifying each monadic release with the intensely glowing similitude of the Divine. What a delight of sameness, defrauding none; jealousy was unborn. But the fire remained not tiny and not finite. It was a growing spiral of concept. From the dot, the circles emerged and, as the hands of a clock, spun a cone in space that, like a golden ladder, scaled the heights, probed the depths, and unified the diverse.
Where is division, then, among us? It is not. All that divides is not among us. All that seeks to conquer is not among us, for we are enamored by His love. And the blush of a flower petal is translucent unto us, for His light streams through the substance as a window lattice of exquisitry.
Naturally endowed and endowing nature, thy omnidirectional rays flood forth translucent superiority - transparency - revealing as translucency, concealing and variegating the motif of a child's eye delight. I AM and because I AM you are, we are, they are - It is. All comes into focus as a thrilling, throbbing unity of purpose at work - action with no room for reaction, for all is automated to express individuality, purpose, action, heartbeat, unity, fire of purpose, and continuity. Continuity and immortality are one, and all that endures is of worth; and all that is of worth endures to repair its highest glory behind the veils of ever-receding transcendency.
No ultimate save ultimate purpose. No end save new beginnings. No frustration but never-ending revelation. Youth and newness, friendships and light expansion as God's vision beholds manifestation, as manifestation by God's vision expands vision as an adjunct to creative re-creation. And limitation is perceived as imitation, schooling the manifestation within the microcosmic domain until, by reason of soul advancement, the imitator becomes the limitless Imitator. The soul is raised to higher dimensions of service as God goes into action to graduate the lesser manifestation of himself to complete the glory of his plan.
"Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven."1 The surreptitious consciousness of man, like an ink cloud or the spew of a giant squid, opaques the atmosphere of reality and holds man submerged. Now we break the bonds with all of their tenacity, and we feel the magnetism of the world being exchanged for the magnetism of heaven.
Liberty is born in the soul -
No more will man be satisfied with lesser goal.
The baubles and trinkets of the world
Have their place,
But the place of the Son of God
Is the consciousness where God is.
The place where God is not
Or where lesser images of him hang
As useless icons upon the walls -
This no longer holds the soul
Which seeks to fly the realm of mortal delusion
And neath the canopy of Good Will
See and entertain the reality of the angels,
Of the ascended masters,
Of that cloud-capped realm
Where the soul, with childlike laughter,
As a bubbling stream
Moving toward the Sea of Identity,
Feels the freedom of the wind
And the power to stir the zithers
Of lesser consciousness
With a sense of beauty and of the subtlety
That hangs like a brilliant bubble
Whose watery, airy veil
Drapes the transparency of mirrored iridescence
To the waiting eye.
The realm of angels is not without delight
And ascended master reality awaits the flight
Of souls who yearn to break the bonds
Of hopelessness that defraud the world situation
From the wonders of God's radiant intent -
Captured so penuriously
Within the fabric of ritual, prayers, and dogma
But held so beautifully
As pulsing flame of threefold God-delight -
Love, wisdom, and power
Within the heart and soul.
And now as I await the expansion
Of the great Macrocosmic world
Within the microcosmic realm of self,
I see that born in me
Is the power of limitless expansion every hour.
O God, I thank thee for the shining hours
That come composed of minutiae
Of minutes, seconds, and of micropause,
While mind does turn to record forever
Thy immortal laws.
What is this pearly door before which I stand!
Is this some realm of dream
Where lurks a shadow band?
Nay, for that face I see so clearly now,
Peeping out from behind the open door,
Is an angel face
That I have known in long ago before.
My thoughts slid down the finite spout
And all the light of hope went out -
The rope I broke
And fear of icy desolation seized me round
Till I was then completely bound
In all delusions' cords and vanities.
Now once again I rise,
Pulsation toward the skies
Where God and home as fires of love do glow,
Renewing courses raised to sources
All divine.
My soul begins again to climb
The stairway ladder where
Each meaning comes
So tender, sweet, and pure -
It makes me to know
That God's own plan secure
Will hold me when the world
Seems nigh to fall apart.
For after all there is but one great Heart
Which beats our own,
And we must rise to fairer realms
Where we atone,
At-one with all that really lives,
For paradise is Life that gives
Nobility of efforts just
To counteract the concept of the dust
From which God did make in hope
A living soul -
And through the fragrant mists
Reveals the goal
Of paradise to come.
Yours in the name of the magnificent God Flame, the Captain of the Seraphic Hosts,
I trust you have enjoyed this release and conclusion of our meditations with the seraphim. Next week we begin a vital journey into the Infinite.