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To All Seekers for My Hidden Star of Reality:
When long ago I spoke and said unto men, "Those who love one another have best loved me," it was a spark derived from God by which I knew that the lightning-like love of his being could transform hearts. And as my realization mounted and the darkness was unreal, I rejoiced in the stream of his light as the renewal of meaning and purpose for every son of God.
I cherished that Light as the hope of every man, and instantly I knew the secrets of the ages. For those secrets, precious though they be, were given to me by God, and no amount of human conversation could convince me of an element of error in any of his communications. His speaking to my heart was as the thunder before the dawn or as the lightning flash before the thunder. It was the allness of nature naturally unfolding his purposes into my mind.
The geometric progressions possible to the mind that is attuned with his imagination are infinite. Such a mind, never frustrated by a lack of purpose, is always able to grasp - almost on the instant - that there is a magnificent reality just behind the curtains of ephemeral life, waiting to speak unto each individual. And always is this speaking relevant to cosmic purpose, to a high fabric of morality, decency, love, and honor. Never are there any elements of the sordid or the unwanted condition in the consciousness of those dedicated unto him. And, as we have listened to the music of the spheres and to the music from angelic realms, our hearts have also rejoiced. Never will discontentment enter our world. Never will we know a lack of oneness with that creative wonder by which the universe was made.
Ours is a dawning of strength for a new burst of purpose. Ours is the fire dwelling within the heart of everyone. And if the brittleness or elasticity of nature were to be challenged, the challenge would come from the mouth of God. Let all nature sing! Let the rocks ring out! Let the trees sigh for the bread of truth! For if the hearts of men will wander, ours is to return them to the eternal fold. Ours is to bring them back to a sense of destiny, before the foolhardiness of life, lived according to the human pattern, has drowned destiny within them. And as I speak, it is to quench the fires of worldly passion and to stir within men a memory of their great cosmic purpose.
It is never a matter of cosmic satisfaction to cry "Enough!" for men will never hear enough about the eternal plan to satisfy the longing of the soul within them. Time and again they have listened to the ways of the world and followed the selfsame cycles and patterns, but never satisfactorily; for there is a gnawing in the human consciousness that leads men onward in pursuit of a goal that is beyond themselves. Often they know not what impels them to act as they do, for they are the victims of the accumulation of great darkness from the habitual patterns of the race consciousness.
Now they must more clearly see that change wrought in their hearts should produce the miracle of cosmic satisfaction. And this satisfaction, by reason of its transcendent nature, will enfold them as swaddling garments of universal light substance in a pattern we cannot now clearly define; for each man's life becomes the means of self-definement.
Each man must interpret, by his life, some facet of cosmic reality that shall distinguish in him the Creator's endowment as a living talent. Then, when he in all humility offers that talent of self, be it one or many, back unto God in the service of the universal Brotherhood and his fellowmen, he has truly offered himself unto me. For although I have said it before, I feel the need to say it again: He that would be great among you, let him be the servant of all.1
If darkness hides the destiny of the light from the view of many among humanity, let them ponder upon the fact that the glory of God will emerge from the darkness as the spark of universal purpose. I have said, "The way ye know."2 I have spoken, "I AM the way."3 I have reveled in the concept of many finding at the manger of my reality the spark Godward in themselves. And whereas John of the Cross and my beloved John and many others have gone on into that light of cosmic purpose, many whom I love remain outside it. Therefore, I cannot fail in my purpose to create a greater pull upon the world order, to reverse its course, to accept the love of the avatars, the disciple and the children of the light who bear it; for theirs is to give it to the waiting world.
Their love is a transformerlike burst of energy which again and again has lifted the swaddling garments of the world, and which again and again will lift them higher and higher into the gaze of humanity. And though they cast down the opportunities of the century, there are those among men who will hear, who will heed, who will walk in my footsteps, who will apply my teaching to their own lives according to the ability, God-given, which they have. There are those who will keep with me the faith immutable and brilliant, who will bear it before men and polish it brightly until it shines as a new star of hope, carrying forward throughout the years in the hearts of men, women, and children the glory of God I sought to bring unto the world.
Although they have ignored my principle and glorified their false intents and misunderstandings as though they were my own, although they have failed to recognize the reality that I AM, I continue to live, by God's grace, as one among many who care for the world, who give to the world, who keep for the world the spirit of the Christ Mass.
In this memory of the dawn of true reality, of the day when the sons of God walked the earth as living flames, I say: Let the Christmas bells peal out, let them ring into the heart with such depth that their sound becomes eternal. Let darkness go down as light rises. Let willingness destroy lethargy and bear the bond of our way to the hearts of the helpless. Let us lift them all upward. Unto their gaze let us transmit our strength as unto a sinking Peter, for the waves that rise upon the world are illusion, and the day in which we live is eternally hopeful.
Unto our Father be all glory, both now and forever, alive within you.