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The way of order and beauty continues to be sought. The anomalies of thought and feeling that plague mankind, denying to them the beauty of actual contact with the Great White Brotherhood, with the order eternal, must be smoothened by action as well as by intent. Although there are those who say that action without intent will draw the substance of benign intent into manifestation (which is a fallacy in itself) it is true that intent without action may wither away upon the vine.
There are so many beautiful concepts that come to mind with the advent of the Christ consciousness - the emergence of the brilliance of the Star of the East, flooding the heaven-world with such a soft expanse of light-beauty as to attract the shepherds in the fields, to draw the presence of the Magi, and to stir the hearts of all generations unto the present hour. The sacred mysteries surrounding the birth of the Christ, the legends of the holly and the mistletoe, the Christmas stories that are told not only to children, can be known and enjoyed by all.
We condemn not those who do not yet understand the mystery of the Divine, who hide behind the facade of agnosticism, who say, "to be or not to be," thus questioning their own identity and all reality in their unfirm worlds and questing consciousness. We condemn not the atheists who, in denying the existence of God, deny their own existence. We spread abroad the raiment of his garment, we expand the mantle of light upon the planet in song, in legend, and in intangible feelings that flow forth from light sources through every ascended master and angelic being.
We seek to penetrate the veil of illusion, the sophistry of faint worldly wit and the mockings of self-condemnation which create feelings of inferiority in myriad individuals. We seek to draw aside the veil from every eye, from every consciousness, and to let each mind receive the floodlighting of divine beauty. For in reality, O mankind, all beauty is divine, and the Beautiful is another name for the Divine, whose symmetry and form are a matrix to draw man's thoughts upward.
And what of art forms created not out of reverence for the Creator but in competition, whose ugliness would distort the divine design and draw men by the lure of worldly prize into a competitive cult? What of those art forms and what of the individuals influenced by them? Do not the Karmic Lords keep the record of each man's defection from justice and truth, of each man's sale of his soul for the sake of mortal opinion? Would it not be well, then, for all the world to seek to be constructors of the higher spirals, gathering as workmen in the divine temple to make each stairstep safe for the feet of succeeding generations to tread ever upward on the path that leads to God?
The babe of Bethlehem is the carpenter of Nazareth, the Cosmic Christ, who frames the world order while he shapes the destinies of individual souls. There are not many upon the planet whom the hands of the Master Builder may serve, for they are not ready to receive him. However, he is able to divide and to subdivide, infinitely to touch the fingers of a groping humanity and to charge them with his victorious hope. While the world remains at its cups of violence, filled to the brim and overflowing with the works it has wrought in the darkness of blind struggle, the ascended ones and the legions of light move onward into the arena of action through every son of heaven who will lend his hands and feet to the Divine.
You are God's instruments, beloved ones, and by the flow of your energy into the world you do outpicture upon the moving canvas of life's experiences your portion of the eternal drama. We doubt not the outcome; but when frustrating delays ensue and new lows of chaos and violence fill the world with the message of destroyed hopes, we can but admonish that if you had done your part, perhaps the light would be shining more brilliantly, the curtain of opacity drawn back, and the openings into the higher realms widened.
Men under the inspiration of higher law can see the hand of God in all nature and in themselves; but when they are caught in the net of personal delusion, they fail - because of the involvement of mind and feeling in dire confusion - to recognize and see that life is one. What harms one harms all. What raises one raises all; and thus by a sense of life mission, drawn around the flame of Self, coalescing as higher purpose, men do manifest a greater measure of adroitness in the execution of manifest beauty to the world.
The world hungers and thirsts after righteousness. It longs to be filled with the water of life which "I shall give." The wellspring of the Invisible springing up within men is the manifestation of the Christ-law, the golden rule tool which shapes the temple of my God, of thy God, of our God.
Call Him by any name,
He is the same flame
That you must keep,
He is the One
That you must seek.
And so the message God does write
Moves onward,
And it is a lesson
For each day;
And so the vision of the Christ
Shines outward -
It is the shining
Of the true and living way.
I AM is being,
God has given,
Flowing from the wounds
That men have made.
In the soul of cosmic purpose
They have muttered
Shadow, blight, and tears:
They are afraid.
Perfect love as star of brilliant wonder
Shines within the star of being bright,
Perfect love casts out all fear and blunder,
Perfect love makes all things right.
The Christ was born in Bethlehem of eld
And Magi, angels, men did come to him -
The light of Cosmic Christ shines ever outward,
Seeking of the many to make one by cosmic meld.
"Beauty is as beauty does,"
The law of gold proclaims.
Sweet frankincense of adoration reigns
While myrrh of untransmuted substance
Shows to all the need to overcome.
The banner of the Christ moves onward -
In the darkened purpose of mankind, it all is lost:
We must raise the light on high, move onward -
Open eyes of blind mankind at any cost.
There's no need to fear the dark if souls remember,
I AM the light of all the earth -
I AM God's own Son -
My hopes for all the world
the course of men reverse -
The lightning of my love forever sunders,
Gives to all mankind a new and cosmic birth.
Let the passions of thy souls, O men of good will,
Pursue the beauty of the divine goal,
pursue it still
Until all can say together, "I AM made whole."