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The old order changeth. The new order of the ages begins. But, like the brilliance of the Holy Grail, the cup of purity and oneness changeth not. Individuals in their search for values dare not gaze on the specter of the contemporary, but rather should their gaze be fixed upon the face of the Ancient of Days.1
Side by side did enter by the gateways to the centuries shadow and flame; and the twain in the world, set before young and old alike, seemed to present a conflict of choices whereas, in reality, to the pure in heart who shall indeed see God2 there is never a question of choices.
Too frequently mankind behold the passing cinema of world events in blacks and whites. Therefore when I speak of the gray tones, it is to illustrate the need for balance in assessing the world of contemporary man where the silt and the white sand of men's accomplishments mingle midstream in the onrushing tide of human endeavor. The white sand, like sparkling diamonds in the brilliance of the noonday sun, must be separated from the grains of error and that misqualification which, while it has seemed real, has always been illusion.
What is the miracle promise in fairy tale and folklore that has gladdened the eyes of children? It is but a well-done counterfeit of the real - a painting, partially descriptive, whose splendor brings delight to those whose vision has not yet widened to behold the ranges of a higher perspective. The senses must be perceived as chaliced instruments fresh from heaven's realm. Ever-new delights await them: the eye to be gladdened by pure color tones, pastel rainbow hues, and purest light; the ear by sound crescendos, mingled solemnity and joy crashing mid universes in the Macrocosm as pebbles in the universal sea harmonically fulfill each movement. As above so below.
Now the sense of time and modernity seems to dangle the world at the pinnacle of achievement where new values must replace the old. Yet I say unto you in the name of the Spirit of the entire Great White Brotherhood, the dearest values, the most tender stories of hearts entwined by love and purity, rest in the misty vales of time. And well might the men of this age learn of courage and valor, of externalized hope, of selfless devotion to a cause, and of that purity of heart which sent many a knight in days of old in search of the purity of the Grail most holy.
The dividing of the way is also the togetherness of the way. For the spiritually elite are those who, in praying "Thy kingdom come,"3 perceive the coming moment of spiritual victory as their own. The awful sense of individualism apart from divine origins and purpose, like the sadness of a death that could be real, penalizes the seeker for individuality by dividing him from the glowing whole of life through his own untutored acts. There is no moment so beautiful, so pure, so lovely as that in which the individual, as a shining dewdrop, slips into the sea of divine oneness.
The ingenuity of heaven has prepared the miracle of individual consciousness to receive within its own cup the infinite ocean, and there is no time nor space nor value that is placed out of the reach of the valiant spirit who is dedicated to the reunion of the spirits of just men made perfect.4 The ivy-covered halls of the world, its myriad universities and ancient alumni, hold but finite promise of a shining moment that is soon lost in the halls of memory. But the achievement of the Son of God, who passes through the veil of mortal illusion and stands face to face with the great blazing reality of Self, leads to that entering into association with the immortals which is incomparable.
Because of the shallowness of man's consciousness in this age and the lack of preparedness stemming from the awful brainwashing which false religious conceptions have afforded him, we cannot overstress the need for a new grasp of purity as it is seen through the eyes of God. The statement "Mine eyes are too pure to behold iniquity"5 clearly reveals to the perceptive that God refuses to look upon man's imperfect creation - not as an ostrich with head in the sand, but as a fire phoenix of divine reality whose blazing consciousness has always rejected the incomplete. His bruising of the serpent's head by the heel of the Divine Manchild, the Christ, was effected in order to stamp once and for all upon secular knowledge the seal of cosmic wisdom as the supreme ingredient which the aspirant must have in order to walk the pathway and to avoid the pitfalls that captivate the unwary.
The capacity of the Holy Christ Self, then, to be able to hold consort with the highest perfection of God while simultaneously mediating with the imperfect nature of man is proof that the light possesses the capacity of foreknowing the actions of men's vanity and yet that it averts the gaze and holds its conception of man ever high in that purity of heart which is the heart of God. The fact that men may aspire to do likewise shows that there is a means of reproducing the fires of perfection in the old crucible of man's mortally appointed rounds.
The saddest story ever told by the stains of history lies in the perversions of a defrauding dogma, an egoistic madness, and that ignorance which, gazing everywhere in creation, beholds the handiwork of God and yet strives by mortal wizardry to deny him. But there is hope in the young in heart at any age who can gather out of a just perception of the world order enough sense of miracle and wonder to desire purity of heart above all other conditions. Thus, through the magnetization of this lodestone of everlasting life, they do grasp eternal principles that, living in the now, live also in the future as they have in the past.
The earth was made to rise, and man was also made to rise. Evolution could never take place on the physical plane without also taking place at spiritual levels. The seesaw of mortal vacillation - dipping the mass consciousness into impurity, delusion, witchcraft, variance, idolatry, and pessimism - must be shed as a serpent's skin and the consciousness - slithering no more in the sinuous carnal nature - must cry, "Halt, in the name of purity!" to the belief that the world of appearances cannot be overcome. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world"6 must ring true in the bell tone of man's adoration.
The search for purity, as for snow-crowned peaks, must go on because God's will is joined by men below and the rainbow cycle is complete. The heart of man that is the biding place for the threefold flame of God is a spiritual heart positioned in the etheric form. Its electronic pulsations command obedience in the four lower vehicles and, by the resonance of unity, hold rhythm with the very heart of God.7
"Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God," is the command of this year. Fear not those who seem to have power for a day over outer conditions but rather build your lives out of the substance which has framed the realm of God-achievement (that self-luminous, intelligent energy of light's perfection which is obedient to the will of God as you invoke its manifestation within you).
The ascended masters are real.
They walked as you do
Upon this globe terrestrial.
They stand for your freedom
In realms celestial.
As mother-of-pearl,
The swirl of pure light
Wends its way to a brighter day.
The dust of the road, by Spirit holy,
From your abode where meek and lowly
Stirs the fire of purity's desire,
Flashes forth the arc of victory!
Heaven bears you faith as you daily pledge your hearts anew. In the grandeur of the heavenly view of purity, I AM