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Friends Who Stand at the Portal of the Year:
The years fly. The golden ring of the cycle, of the future, awaits. Connected to the lengthy past and infinite future, chains of episodes and experiences and the sweet scent of hope that is ever the fragrance of the new year are intended for all. The gathering of our scattered thoughts, like baskets of sweetest flowers, offer to all the renewal called opportunity. The hovering mists revealing montages of images show mankind's careless sowing, a dispersal of energy without purpose and unformed.
Now the Hierarchy summons all, for those who will may be called this very moment. Enlistment in the service of the Hierarchy is not always spectacular. The tip of the iceberg may scarcely reveal the immensity of its master plan. Through faith, interconnection remains and the blessedness of contact is realized. Each golden ring is a cycle that is the measure of eternity.
Perceiving what high hopes we hold, we say, let these hopes not be dragged into the inferno of man's human desires and the stain of dust. Instead, let the arrow of aspiration fly higher still. The practical aspects of spiritual attainment can be realized. Both the pedestal and the urn are for the display of the flowers of achievement.
The structure of freedom must infiltrate the soul. How seldom do the duped realize the degradation of human debauchery, the acts of the careless manipulators sowing seeds of discord and dishonor, pointing the accusing finger, and filling the cup of the wrath of the years with more of the same.
When will men keep the pages clean? When will the white wings of honor not only point the way to purity in right speech, right conduct, and right action, but also selflessly impose upon the consciousness of all God-seekers the need to minimize disagreements and emphasize those positive aspects of thought that will extract from the best intentions the best possibilities for the practical manifestation of the star of achievement?
Frankly, outworn garments must be cast aside as the allure of psychic intrigue. It is unfortunate that some do not understand the measure of a man. The arhat is not entwined in the snare of human accusations or struggles. He points the way out of the human sense of involvement in the maya of mass confusion that in its swirl does not fail to trap the unwary metaphysician as well as the orthodox traditionalist in the morass of personality. Trapped by personality, man fails to sense the universal reservoir of fiery hope revealed in the ongoingness of the Brotherhood.
For without discipline, rebellious spirits lose their way and find naught for all their efforts. Their journeys into the wilderness of their own dimensions and capacities cannot yield fruit as a product of darkness. What is needed, then, are minds lightening toward the whiteness and purity of God's thought.
The frost on the pumpkin
For cheer appears
But to grin at the years;
For it seems but a fable
That appears on the table
Signifying delusion is near
Whene'er the blest spirit
So fragrantly near it
Refuses to hear it
At all
But commences to dance
In a most silly stance
That will chill resolution,
Confine to confusion,
And eventually abort the best chance.
Beloved hearts, the penalty for man's failure to recognize his opportunities and to call forth by determinate effort those determinate positions that inwardly, like fabulous soldiers line upon line, muster their service in time is that such recognition has become a requirement of the Hierarchy this year. While true that God and Heaven do not ignore all honest effort, it is a fierce shame that so many years have passed by without the fruition of the divine intent for each and every soul.
I urge upon all, then, the cleansing of the garment of consciousness, the recognition of the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world,1 the faith and vital strength to seek that each may find his own blessed pathway toward the sun without the need to shun everyone else that's going that way.
There is so much that can be done through mutual cooperation, through a sharing and acceptance and the fastidious determination to do whatever God wills. For He wills no wrong nor e'er will He. Hence the tides of world confusion and personal confusion must be ignored and the past cut off as one would sever one's connection with unpleasant experiences.
It is not the thrusting of one's head into the sand or the failure to exercise clear seeing that is at stake, but rather the cutting-off of delusion's strains that one may avoid delusion's stains.
Fast to sleep
Does darkness rock her sheep.
Awake, sons of the dawn!
The morning thunders.
The sound of new hope
Is breaking its fresh waves
Upon the rocky ledge.
The millennium dawns
As the holy Christ Flame
Of buoyant intent,
Like a shining orb of hope
From East to West,
Beams the elder intent
Of the Great Brotherhood.
The Essenes with their Dead Sea Scrolls, the early activities of the Brotherhood in White at Qumran, symbolized in their disciplines the eternal shape of things to come. "Today is a new day and I will create a new heaven and a new earth" are the words of our Lord. His vibration in its purity is free from all alloy, all calumny, all acts save the resounding cry "Mine eyes are too pure to behold iniquity!"2
The Karmic Lords, seven in number, stand at the portal of the year, their eyes searching the future. They say, struggle not against the viciousness of karma, against the returning boomerang of misdeeds' but welcome opportunity to make right all that has been done wrong. So shall the will of God intensify in men and the great sacred bands of fire meld them together in a sea of beautiful compassion that our world be changed as God wills it so.
So true is hope, so beautiful the lofty spirit that will not descend into involvement and snare but is never too high to help, to create the bond of understanding, to offer the renewal of opportunity to men as never before. Regardless of personal ambitions and failures, let all cast within the Flame of the Paraclete their scattered past efforts and, drawing together the skeins of the mind intertwined with hope and purpose, determine to be no more blind but to invoke the majesty of the true kyrie eleison, the true Christe eleison.
Devotedly, for the sacred year I remain
Note: El Morya was embodied as Melchior, one of the three Magi. As an Ascended Being, he holds the position of Chohan (Lord) of the First Ray of God's Will. He is Chief of the Darjeeling Council of the Great White Brotherhood, and his Retreat of God's Will is located on the etheric plane above Darjeeling, India.