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Chelas Now Mounting the Wheel of Perfection:
The story of Sumedha is the story of a soul becoming the Buddha - your soul, my soul. When in the course of the endless cycles of human incarnations the soul begins to ponder the miseries attendant upon the wheel of rebirth, its subjection to birth and death, disease and decay, by and by it comes to the realization that peripheral existence1 is vain - an endless succession of vanities. At the end of the chain of miseries, there is born one day within the soul the God-determination to be free. It is then and only then that the soul pursues the center of the law of cycles, the origin of being, and centers itself within the Flaming One.
The way of the Buddha is the path of enlightenment through self-knowledge - knowledge of every aspect of the self, what the Self is, what the self is not. When the soul surveys existence and existences - the round of karma created by desire, the round of pleasure experienced through the physical senses - and yearns for something more than all of this, something within called the eternal bliss, the soul is ready for the path of the Buddha; and the Buddha comes quietly.
Mankind have sought escape, surcease from sorrow, and to break the confines of the flesh; but few have succeeded in retaining an identity, in securing the destiny of the soul, without perfection as the goal. As long as men have sought the answers to life in relativity, they have subjected themselves to laws of mortality. Self-made and self-imposed are these laws, and mankind have become a law unto themselves.
By ignoring the inner law of life, they have gone round and round in endless labyrinthian caves of consciousness at sublevels of awareness. Here where they have sought reality, here where they have thought reality to be, they have encountered and put on an existence that is of the night. And so coordinates of consciousness found in the substrata of being have provided no clue, no sign, except the clue of nonexistence, except the sign of death. And so the existence of the not-self is a nonexistence - desires leading unto death and death unto desire. And the cycles of karma roll, and mankind in twilight consciousness impose the rule of sin and struggle where purity and victory might appear.
I come to clear the mental densities and to carve a pathway from subterranean chambers unto the Himalayan heights. I penetrate the depths of astral consciousness where Mara has enslaved humanity. I come with a light, a threefold light of faith and hope and charity. I come forth from nirvana the Enlightened One carrying the torch of the ages. Let the souls who would be free, who would search and find the way, follow me in this hour of the Glorious Day. And so as the Mother descends into the earth to claim her own, I come also to claim the light of God-identity.
I AM the Buddha.
I come quietly.
And to all I now proclaim:
There is an escape from darkness unto light.
There is a way wherein the soul takes flight.
I point the way.
I AM the way.
I AM the Buddha of the light.
Now learn of me.
My way is clear.
At Shamballa threefold-tier
Foundation of the law
Of wisdom's power and love's own bower,
Tripartite light connecting hearts the world around
With heart of God,
Reveals the sacred mystery of my way.
For in the balance of the graces three,
There is the consuming
Of all hatred, lust, infatuation.
There is the extinguishing
Of the law of self-perpetuation.
As the candle of the not-self
Is snuffed out in an era of time and space,
So, too, the errors of mortality
Are swallowed up in God - immortality,
The singularity of the One.
And from the ashes of the former self
The threefold flame ignites
Nobility, honor, and love.
These three reveal the way of wisdom
And of wisdom's throne.
So let those who would attain the path
For every error now atone.
Let all proclaim the victory of the light
And in his law delight.
Let all proclaim my way,
The way of peace
And of freedom in love's release.
Let all know this hour
That nirvana, as the consciousness of God,
Is attainable here and now -
When to selflessness you vow
To seek the way of bliss,
The reunion of happiness,
When by your faith,
Your hope, your charity,
The soul's approbation
Echoes in the temple of being:
There is a way.
I AM the way.
There is an escape from human consciousness.
I AM the way.
I shall find the way.
I shall search until I have become the way.
And when I have found
Surcease from this mortal round,
I shall not take the leap,
The giant leap into the arms of God,
Until I have cleared the way
And beckoned to humanity
And set forth the law
By example without flaw.
And so the Buddha I would be,
And so the Buddha I would see.
The path of attainment in the Buddhic light
Is to pursue the way of perfection
And, when the perfected way is found,
To leave the reward of highest goal
And to return to time and space
And the evolutions of the race
To hold the torch,
To lead captivity captive2
To the law of selfhood lived in God,
To anoint the blinded eyes with the spittle
Until they see men as trees walking,3
And then the Buddha talking,
And then the Christ upon the mount,4
Until the blinded know their blindness5
And are blind no more,
Until the stubborn, willful,
Kick no more against the pricks6
Of their own karmic recompense,
But embrace the Savior on the way,
Experience that blindness for a day.
This not the blindness of the cave,
But the blindness of the light
And of the brave
Who dare remove themselves from Mara's toils
And starve the senses for awhile,
Until these false defenses
Of the nonexistence of the not-self
Are replaced by the senses of the soul
And the soul expanding like the sun -
Whirling, fiery center -
Enters a solar consciousness
And knows God as the cosmic void.
This is nirvana:
The place where God is real,
The store of energy whereby you heal
The wounds and the war scars
Of these little ones.
And so I say to all today
Who choose to walk my way,
Who choose the Buddhic ray:
Be prepared to take the torch of life,
But not unto thyself.
The torch is for humanity,
And it is carried
Only by those who have extinguished
The candle of the lesser self.
Now let us see
Who will follow the Buddha
On the path of hierarchy.
In the center of the flame I AM