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To Those Who Lament Not the Will of God,
How shall we gather the eagles together?1 With what measure shall we dispense salvation? The trembling in the cup of reality causes us to ponder how bestowal may be made upon the seeker. If the gift be carelessly given or the precious liquid be spilled, who shall make the mark upon the record and who shall erase it?
To capture the sense of the sacred breath requires diligence on the part of the seeker. There is no room for nonsense when one ponders the meaning of life. A vapid consciousness mulls over the trivial and bypasses the thunder from Olympus. The holy mount of attainment beckons. Men are busy. They go their separate ways. They flow as dust blown by a strong wind. And they remain the unformed, the uninformed, and the formless to whom has been given outer form.
Consecration is the requirement of this day. Past reckonings and devotions are not suitable tokens for the journey. A new summoning must be made daily of energy and of the fire of purpose. Renewal must become a habit, and the generation of the will to renew must also be sought. The price of freedom is high. The diligent are aware and the Lord cometh not as a thief2 to such as these, for they bid him welcome and they vanish with him quietly, rising toward the dawn of realization simultaneously as they attain the zenith of radiant purpose.
Ours is to pursue. And if we be pursued by a higher purpose, we bid it welcome. Hierarchy has thought; now it is the responsibility of men to think. In the world today a release of light has been made and the glyphs are recorded of vast cascading radiances. Underneath the feet of men there are stagnant pools of darkness. Indescribable horror lies locked in these subterranean channels clogged with lethargy, greed, and the base order of the carnal nature. While many feed upon this substance and ignore the hopeful flowers descending within rays of light, we plead for an awakening.
It is one thing to see the ignorant feeding upon unclean substance, but to see the children of the sun to whom has been entrusted the banner of hope feast at the same board with the sons of Belial is a sight calculated to make the hair stand on end. Yet the mercy of God proceeds, life proceeds, and the carvers of jade and ivory watch as men distort the figures of nobility into the mud pies of a child.
Hierarchy has discussed, hierarchy has thought, hierarchy has loved. The children of cosmic nature have spun, as your beloved Nada has said, "garments from the sun." We can do no more. Heaven can do no more. The quickening, the awakening, must now come from the will's stimulation within the hearts of embittered men who are in bondage.
I think, then, that we can safely suggest to the students of the light to make calls to the Lords of Karma for an overturning of the table of records. I think it is time that mercy be dispensed to those who merit it and to those who seek it.
The handwriting on the wall, whether or not it is seen by men, has made its appearance to the discerning. We are not abandoning the ship of state. We are carefully integrating the saints into the fold of service for the plan. The plan must be externalized. The children of darkness have said, "We will fabricate darkness." The children of the light, then, must spend their time in designing light. They must follow the prescribed patterns of the will of God. They must work in the light, they must be examples of the light, they must tremble with the light - unleash it and live by it.
We have seen how men make caricatures of darkness. We have watched as they traced by gross exaggeration parodies on the forms and faces of men. Yet I tell you truly, those who see with the eyes of the Spirit know that the darkness in men is worse than that which they portray. Conversely, the unfailing light of God, the universal design of infinite beauty, the holy reality of the Lord in his temple, is made known to us. And I say to the brethren of light, it is worth all the effort men could make through manvantaras after manvantaras.3
There is no end to striving, for beauty unfolds progressively within the transcendent image of God. Now we ponder the need to teach the young. How hungry their hearts are. How eagerly they grasp the frail patterns of drops of light extended from the sun, the drippings of hope that, as holy unguents, anoint the consciousness. What shall we say when we consider the minglings of peoples, the vast montage of society, civilization pursuing itself as a dragon nibbling its own tail? - India, America, the bond, the free, the wise, the foolish, the brave, the cowardly, the rich, the poor, the poor in spirit, the struggling ones, and the children of vain desire who scrape the very walls of their own reality until there is nothing left.
But oh, how beautiful life is in its contrasts! And I think perchance that all of the darkness of men has made a canvas upon which the light can paint its sublime reality. The temporal is but the screen on which the radiance of the Infinite does shine. And it shines to drop hope to men, to swaddle them with comfort, to show them the way through the dark that they may part it, to lift the curtains of obscurity, and to fashion in the minds of the smallest and least of these the design called life.
The machinations of chaos bear their own harvest, but the seed of universal grace plants the feet upon the Path. Then the journey is undertaken and our abode is discovered. Where am I? Where are you? Are we not all within His hands? Shall we not bask in the radiance of the light? For certainly the darkness has no radiance, but in our consciousness there is the constant dispensation of hope.
Morya challenges. Was the Taj Mahal4 the work of an empty moment? What of the Great Pyramid of Gizeh?5 Has it outlived its creators? What is the message of the Taj? of the Pyramid? What is the message of life? Shall men destroy themselves in the search or shall they find themselves?
The individual is of greatest worth, for the individual is a universe. The individual is cosmos. The individual is always the center of it all. The pure sun center (pure son = per-son, or person) is a great seed. Like the tiny mustard seed, it will expand and expand and expand and the birds of the air will come and make their nests in its branches.6
This parable illustrates the magnificent truths that all things come to him who unfolds the divine seed; for he finds through the light of the Christ, through the light of Reality, through the power of the Word, through Logos, that he is one with God, that God is one with him. He finds that there is no darkness in him at all,7 but only the pure light of universal reckoning which finds its way to every particle of reality and immerses it in the spirit of creative purpose.
All things were made by him, and without him was not anything made that was made. All things were made by him with purpose, and without him was nothing made with purpose.8 The way of the carnal mind is death. The way of the Christ mind is universal life.9 The soul, balloonlike, expands by the breath of the Almighty. Consciousness flows outward even as it flows inward. There is neither height nor depth in which God is not. And neither height nor depth can separate us, as Saint Paul long ago declared, from the love of God which is in the Christ.10
Be at peace, each one, in the certain knowledge that one with God is a majority. Life is one.
In the Father's name and by the Father's love, I remain
Your devoted mentor of the Spirit,