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Just what is it, blessed ones, that ties your consciousness down to the heaviness of the world and the feeling of density that conceals the airy lightness of life? Is it your body, your environment, or your mind? Whatever it is, it ought not to be, for joy is the progenitor of service. Those who can develop a surging sense of joy that blooms in the heart and flows out into the world - commingling with nature, trees, shrubs, skyey vistas, waving grass, flowers, spans of water, and towering mountains - need nothing else than the magic carpet of the mind and spirit to feel a part of the world.
Each of the chohans has pondered the fact that the stultification of man's desires for progress and harmony and of his longing for beauty occurs because of his lack of perspective and his unwillingness to admit that this lack exists. When new vision is vouchsafed to the mind and being, the pillars of hope begin to rise and in rising they buoy up the entire nature. And I think this to be one of the glories of childhood, that the child mind is less involved in the sense of the pressures of life and, therefore, it accepts more readily the beauties of the kingdom.
I find no fault with the utterances of the other blessed chohans nor with their sense which accurately depicts the times in which you live. But as they have told me, I must contribute the pressure of my spiritual service as an offering, as a bouquet to the consciousness of those who await our releases into their worlds each week.
How beautiful is the pause of rest when that rest is the rest of faith and confidence - the serene knowing that what now is lacking in manifestation, in life, in consciousness, will one day certainly be bestowed until the cup of life runneth over with it. Yet service itself is the means of entering into your reward, blessed ones, even while you live in the domain of mortal consciousness.
There is no need for men and women to fear the world of the ascended masters or the so-called heaven world. Does the incoming babe, the little child - whose starry eye and cheery gurgle tug at each mother's heart - speak of regret for the journey into manifestation? The return to that cloud-capped realm where dwell the good and the beautiful made perfect in love,1 when it occurs at God's appointed time, should never be feared; for did not Jesus say, "I go to prepare a place for you ... that where I am, there ye may be also."2 And is there anyone who loveth the Father who does not relish the opportunity to be "with him in paradise"3 even as the privilege of overcoming in the world of form is in itself an ennobling experience - fraught with danger, yet crowned with victory?
My surety to you all, then, is that the love of the heavenly Father, as we know it, is a passion of indescribable wonder, and the divine romance a more transcendent love than anyone could ever know in any other sphere in which he might dwell. The world of form is a place of testing and trial where principles are put to work and brought to life, where souls are developed and fashioned in their Creator's design. Here the kingdom that God saw in heart and mind for the people of each inhabited globe is developed by the children of the sun as they toil with the bonds of purest love to effect their release from all density. By the cosmic principle of transmutative love, these act as handmaids and servants of the Lord to enfold the world in the swaddling garments of its heavenly infancy as it prepares to shed the blessing of progress upon the cornucopia of a future where God is, where man is, where life, triumphant life, is the passion of the free.
Every angel, every cosmic being, every spark from the sun of infinity strives to express the best that he can at a given moment. Men and women in their ministrations must learn to be gentle with the unfolding flowers that God has entrusted to their care. They must recognize the tumbling burrs driven by the wind, with their sharp and piercing thorns, for what they are - abortions of the Father's love that will one day cease to express thus and will, perchance, become instead a thornless rose, a lily of the valley, a calla lily, or even a forget-me-not.
The splendor of heavenly manifestation shining behind the dense structuring of the physical octave can be invoked all around you and most especially in the very being of man. As you teach the children of mankind to know more of heaven's offering, let your instruction have as its primary goal the freeing of the mind from its feelings of involvement with the densities of man's individual nature. When that nature called for individuality and God filled the cup of self, the cup of clay, with the water of life, it seemed as though the ocean had parted the cup and as though the little clay vessel could no longer experience the dancing of the sun upon the whole ocean of being. Consciousness was confused by boundaries it had not previously known, and these boundaries in turn took shape with the ebb and flow of the tides of individual selfhood.
It is really so simple a thing to learn to fling the consciousness out into the world. But, blessed ones, you must also learn to hold the tethers of retainment to self lest you become a dancing, whimsical bit of fluff that tumbles without meaning over the rolling terrain of the world. All that you do must be for service, for purpose, for the expression of the divine nature within. And therefore, the safety of cosmic expansion must afford you the opportunity of understanding the need to go and the need to come - the need to go into the world that you may understand the world, to mingle that you may serve, and then to return that you may garner strength for another pouring forth of self in service.
The mission of my predecessor as chohan of this ray (the sixth ray of ministration and service), your own beloved Jesus, remains unto the present hour. He is responsive to calls for assistance from the children of men, and his ear is attuned to their cries, as it always has been. When I was offered this post as he assumed that of World Teacher jointly with your beloved Kuthumi (Saint Francis) [1956], it was a beautiful, overwhelming opportunity. In our realm, although we may flinch momentarily from new cosmic offerings, we dare not refuse the opportunity to serve.
When you need me, therefore, and you need the understanding of my love, as it is the expression of God's love in its great outreach to foster a sense of universal development, call upon me; for I am devoted to the world need to be loved and to love in return. This is not an empty love but an active love that participates in the unfolding of every flower of immortal opportunity to the sons of men. It is a passion that cuts the cords of ignorance that bind men and women to the round of the senses while throwing around their necks leis of infinite love that will bind them tighter than ever to real purposes, to cosmic friendships, to contacts that live eternally, to acts that endure, and to purity that enshrines.
What more can I say than what I have already said, for greater by far than words in printed or spoken form are the active motions of my being as the God within me reaches out to contact the God within you, to tell you of the wonderful, miraculous, clarifying presence of the Holy Spirit that lives right where you are, to teach you the way to go, to encourage you to accept the righteous promptings of your conscience, and to develop the expansion of your consciousness.
Truly, "as a rose unfolding fair wafts her fragrance on the air,"4 you can pour forth devotion to God - everywhere, one with the cosmic ocean. In all whom you meet the spark lives. And when in you it lives to give more of itself, life illustriously expands its golden-age consciousness of the immortal rose that the soul of God is.