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Light, I AM come! Light I have fashioned into a circle and sword of blue flame. In the name of Mother, eternal Purity, Omega of the Central Sun, I AM and I shall ever be Astrea. As long as the universe hath need of me, I shall be Mother Flame of Omega unto all life.
I come as the Maha Kali of infinite spheres. I come and I strip from you the burdens of all the years if you can bear it. If you can bear it, I will steal from you your very heart's longing for unreality.
I come with Christ a thief in the night.1 And when you call me, you will not know and I will never tell what is the meaning of the tolling of the bell that determines what can be locked by my circle and sword of blue flame, what can be taken, and what shall remain until you yourself have divorced yourself from all that is unreal.
Blessed hearts, the work of Universal Mother, whose work I have made my own, is the precision ray of God removing microbes smaller than eye or microscope has ever seen, yet retaining the fabric of identity. Is not the white fire of the Mother in the splintered rays, in the ruby light, in the secret rays inside the needle rays? Is it not the splendor of our God that comes to heal and to bind up the brokenhearted, that comes in the acceptable day of the Lord2 to preach his Word and to summon all of the components of God's own Body in one flaming Light?
Our circles are spirals that we weave around the lines of force of time and space, of personal and planetary history. Our fires are for the burning and consuming of all that can be [burned and consumed] and [of] all that is not [real]. Truly the garment of Mother-Light is the saving of your soul to meet him, the Universal Son, on the way of life.
Truly the Mother comes, as I AM that Mother as the Messenger going before the face of your own Universal Being, clearing the debris of centuries, yet leaving some that you might know the meaning of a mighty work of the ages and leave not [off] from plowing the straight furrow of life and preparing the soil of thine own consciousness for the Great Sower of the Word, who comes even in this hour with a planting of immortal life.
It is springtime, yet harvest is here. It is summer, yet winter draweth nigh. Understand the converging of the four seasons in thy heart and the four reasons why thou art a son of God, and [why, therefore,] all that thou art not must be put away. For it is the day of the fiery furnace, it is the day of the separation of thy life['s worth] - the gold and the dross.
Beloved hearts, know the meaning of Mother and why Mother as the flame of avatara is always the final emissary of an age. Understand the meaning of the Mother as angelic being descending to your heart. Thus angel mother of Abraham Lincoln so gave and taught to him all that he was and was meant to be;3 and [he] shall ever be in the hearts of his countrymen [the] archetype of deliverer and Prince of Peace.
Understand the impartation of the Universal Mother unto thy soul. Pursue her for wholeness and you will see the face of incarnations of the Word on and on and on as mighty pearls of fire, as causal bodies of saints. O [behold the] Mother, East and West, giving to you, demanding of you the summoning of your forces, demanding that you do all that she does, that she might work her work in you!
Know the meaning of passive, for that which is passive is not without the fire and the fury of the very element of God. Understand the meaning of the twofold nature of Life within thee. Understand the reversing of roles, as Above, so below. Therefore the Shakti becomes the activator of Spirit in you; therefore you must be it and you must magnetize it.
Therefore, let the laziness of mind, indulgence, moods, and idle daydreaming be cast aside. Waste no time, for in the wasting of time is the wasting away of thy life as Mother. And that which passes through thy hands shall not return another day. Time: the very element, the very compartment of life segmented for the action of the pure energy of Kali.
O my beloved, I come to spur you to a new apprehension of thyself as Mother! Let there be an altar in the heart. Let there be, then, the casting out of all hardness of heart that does not see me where I AM. I AM Astrea. Elusive I AM not, penetrating I AM, forbearing and long-suffering, yet not indulgent of that unreal self you thought to be the Real.
Blessed ones, there comes an hour, and this is it, when there is no longer opportunity for the slow-motion path of chela or chela on the Path. There comes a moment, and this is it, when there is only one way to remove the mask - and God will do it - and that is to tear it from you. For, blessed hearts, you will not see unless it is done. Who better to do it than the Mother of each living son?
Blessed hearts, ofttimes beneath the mask there are scars of the lesser self and even scars upon the soul; for you see, the fabrication of the pseudoself is most deceiving. For in the feeding of that mask of lesser self the soul has been deprived, sometimes for aeons, and the mask appears more beautiful until you begin to nourish Life with Life. Only Life can beget Life within you. And if you have allowed that pseudoself to steal from you the true image, then have the courage to face the face of neglect - the soul you have neglected that has been the orphan while you have lavished upon unreality all of the adornments of life.
Let [you] who hear my word know the meaning of arriving at the rock bottom of identity and building out from the Central Sun; realize that the will of God will not be done by your perpetual resistance to the reproof of the Universal Mother, by your withdrawal from her gaze. [If] you sulk and sustain a sense of injustice, always reasoning and rationalizing [away] the rebuke of the living Word [i.e., of the embodied Guru], then you will find yourself ill-prepared when the mask is torn from you. These little experiences in the way, these little encounters [with your precious Mother in her soul-correcting mode], must be entered into and savored with purest joy and fire, else, beloved hearts, you will not be prepared for the moment when that sifting and that tearing from you of the last vestiges of unreality is come. And come it must!
Beloved hearts, when you invoke the judgment you must know it is always upon thine own unreality. And the unrealities of the world cannot pass into the fire of the heart of God unless some token of thine own pass too. You cannot expect others to be stripped of [their] unreality and yours to remain!
Blessed ones, it is a blessed moment [in this life] when you are given a preview of [what] your judgment before the Karmic Board [will be] at the conclusion of this life [unless you work a work of change now]! For when you receive [such a preview] through the Messenger, then, my beloved, you can do something about it, you can begin at the very beginning of the spiral of being [to re-create yourself (with the help of Elohim and the Divine Mother) in the image and likeness of God]!
Count it, then, the very grace of God that those things that are unacceptable in his sight are brought to light. And it is my opportunity to be Intercessor and Mediatrix with Mary for the removal of that substance that can be taken because you recognize it and you say,
I want none of it, for I AM Real! God in me is Real - I AM Real!
And the twofold nature, as Above, so below, must be understood as the mystery of identity. For few, I tell you, have perceived it; and when it is perceived, then there can be the acceleration of the whirling fire of my circle and the electrode of my sword. Blessed hearts, call upon the Lord [your Beloved Mighty I AM Presence] to [enable you to] perceive that which can be and must be your own [God-Reality] and that which can never, never be your own [God-Reality]!
Dear ones, with all of the teachings and all of the admonishments, all that you receive, perhaps you wonder how to divide the Word, how to understand all that you hear. I say, do not divide the Word, but take it as it is given. Take it as a release of fire! Take it and know that the blessings come when you see yourself against a backdrop [of] the stars themselves.
Have you often wondered at the outlines of figures round the stars, how the ancients conceived of these configurations from but a few coordinates? When you see the drawings against the skies, know that your Being and your Reality is likewise etched upon the very backdrop of infinity.
Perceive in this an identity that is Real, that has definition, but [understand] that to many eyes gazing into the firmament of thy being the lines will disappear and only the stars will shine - only the pinpoints of chakras, coordinates of Reality. And where you stand, lo, there will be seen infinite space, Light-emanation, and the wonder of it all - that the son of man has become the Son of God, and I and my Father are one. Disappearing into the identity of God, you reappear as the flaming one called Mother.
O Great God Self, Thou Selfless One, teach these hearts by impartation of thy love the meaning of our message this day. Let it carry them as a mighty wave over the astral plane and yet simultaneously penetrating that plane and assuming the cosmic responsibility of all deposited there by [their] former misuses of the wave of Light. You cannot ride the golden wave to the golden shore of Being and leave behind upon the shores of life evolutions who must then be burdened by thy accumulations [of the debris] of all these past incarnations.
Be released from illusion! And be willing to be a child, to be a dewdrop, to be a glistening diamond in the heart of God. Be willing to be torn apart from moorings unreal and to be welded by the Great Welder of life to some coordinates of infinity, that thy life might be sealed again and thou might build again in Maitreya.
He cometh, the One Sent, for the rescue of all who are the elements of Mother's Light, filaments in her being. O those who swim the sea of Cosmic Virgin, he cometh for thee. Lo, he cometh, the One Sent! Lo, receive him this day of days!
Disciple of the Buddha and the Mother, lo, Maitreya cometh.
Have you thought about the point of center at the heart of [my] cosmic circle of blue flame, white fire? Have you thought about the point, the fulcrum for the whirling action? Lo, I tell you it is the Cosmic Christ, thereby the great, magnificent regulator of the stripping action and the whirling energy of life! Lo, it is the Cosmic Christ whereby you can receive the blue-white fire of Elohim and yet retain that which is pure and lovely and perfect and true and holy and fragrant - thy Blessed Self.
O Blessed Self in God, I love thee with a perpetual Love, with a perpetual rotating action, a whirling fire. I love thee because I know thee who thou art, O Blessed Self! I come, then, with Maitreya to teach thee who thou art, to show thee thy True Self in God.
I would have you hear me, hear me in the inner ear, hear me in thy life that flows. I would have you know my word, for I speak the word of Omega. Thus I take my sword as pen of fire and I draw outline of divinity. I reinforce the etching of sacred fire. I hallow the Word incarnate. I give adoration to God adorned with form in and around and upon you. I give adoration to that manifestation of Life.
I AM Mother this day of earth. I have set my matrix as causal body around this earth. And my legions of Light with Great Teams of Conquerors have come for the binding of that which assails the youth, the child, the little one, and all who are a part of God.
I come because there is an adoration of Mother. And I AM the answer to a prayer unto God for peace on earth uttered in the heart of a little child in India unto the World Mother. I AM the answer to the prayer of all who have summoned me. And I have come for the cleansing of earth. May she be purified and you also! May she be tried in the fire of Mother and not be found wanting, but filled with angel bands, starry legions who have come to displace, then, the discarnates and all that have emerged from the astral plane to beset the children of the Sun.
Go back into the night of Kali! Go back, ye hordes! Go back, ye who are the impostors of the Word! Go back, all ye hellions out of the realms of Death. You have no power! You have no power!
I AM the magnificent sword of Life! I raise it. I AM the raiser of the sword, and its own internal magnificence is the very pattern of the Word itself.
Burn through and pass through the hearts of all mothers whose chalices are ready! O souls of blue fire, I rejoice.
Bind the hordes, I command you! Legions of Life, legions of Elohim, seraphim, elemental beings, forces now of Nature in the command of the Lord Buddha and Lord Christ, burn through! Burn into the very eye of the inception of the energy veil!
Burn through and lift Terra by Mother Flame! Mother Mary spreads her garment as a filigree of fire, so her very garment is for the burning of sheaths of the astral plane that have encroached upon the holy innocents and those of all ages.
Burn through, legions of the fiery Archangels! Burn through, O Mighty Cosmos' secret rays!
We are come as deliverers of life - thy life, O cherished ones, that thou mayest live it more fully, more truly, more perfectly as a crystal clarity of perception. For truly when thou dost perceive thy First Love, all these things will pass away and thy longings will be purified and thy weariness shall turn to the joy of Eternal Mother.
I AM Astrea. Know me, follow the ribbons of my Light, follow the fire of my heart. Come to my heart, O devotees! I would raise you to a new perception of thy being. I would raise you but an increment to give you courage for the tasks at hand, and they are many.
Let us, then, be up and doing, for there is now a heart that burns within our midst. It is the heart of flaming Manchild - a heart within our midst, a heart for any fate.4 Let us, then, be up and doing.
This heart that burns, this heart I AM, this heart of Maitreya and the Mother as one, fused as one great heart, truly is God's furnace for the fusion of your will, fragmented still, but no more. For that fiery furnace is more determined than you are, great though your determination be.
Therefore, behold, She cometh, and the Elect One still. O deliberators of the Word, behold, thy deliverer cometh! Hear the knock at the door of thy life. Bid him enter. He will heal thee!
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This dictation by Astrea was delivered by the Messenger of the Great White Brotherhood Elizabeth Clare Prophet on Sunday, May 10, 1981, 1:17-1:46 p.m. PDT, at Camelot, Los Angeles County, California. [N.B. Bracketed material denotes words unspoken yet implicit in the dictation, added by the Messenger under Astrea's direction for clarity in the written word.]