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While the misguided ones are thrust hither and yon, far-flung from the center of creative awareness, the eagles gather on the mountain and there they commune in the Body of Christ.1 And the Mother Eagle has called her sons, and the Lord Sanat Kumara is the brooding Mother Flame throughout all the earth.2
While some, therefore, tarry in their massive demonstrations in Amsterdam or here or there,3 there is the transfer [of the living Word] from the beak of the Mother to the waiting mouths of the eaglets. And, lo, the sacred fire burns again and the heart of the eaglet begins to beat with a faster pace in anticipation of the receiving of the fire. And so for the receiving, so for the self-emptying, so for the giving of Life is Mother created, is Mother made manifest.
In the Light of Eternal Mother we would call home our stars. We would commune this Thanksgiving. We would summon forces who, brave on the battlefield of life, would once again know reprieve in the Mother's womb. Therefore she comes to succor her children.
Any attempt to identify the World Mother in the idolatrous sense precludes every man's right to declare:
"Lo, I AM THAT I AM! Lo, I AM the Mother of the World."
O cease your attachment to form, to self-styled images and seek the one image of the eternal Christ out of which thou art fashioned, O soul of God! Seek the image immortal and find therein all of God, all of God, I say - all of God that you can contain forever and a day.
I AM in the Immaculate Heart of the Cosmic Virgin. I AM the One Sent. I AM the realization of the ineffable Word. I know thee, who thou art, Shakti4 of the living God. I know thee, for I AM thy Creator, thy Imitator, thy Receiver and Giver, and thy Child. Lo, I AM all things to all people of bliss!
O let us break the bands of mortality! Let us break stupidity that tarries in the valleys of yin and yang, of conversations inane, discussions and trivia. Blessed hearts, this engagement of thy energies is no engagement at all, for the true engaging of thy soul is with the blessed I AM THAT I AM.
Eternal Presence of our Brotherhood, I summon thee.
I AM at the point of the Altar of Invocation.
I AM at the point of the Holy Grail where souls would drink.
I will have them drink if thou wilt have it so, O God.
But let them first think
And know that to drink is not enough
But to precondition and to predecide
To take in, to take in - to take in all of it
And to have as Goal
An expansion, such as it is, of the Eternal Self!
Dost thou understand, O soul,
That thou must move thyself
From the old forms of thinking and reasoning?
Thou must remove thyself into the canopy of Love,
Into a new dimension that is always present
When God is [allowed to be] the incarnate Word.
That Word, O beloved, contains the power
To accomplish all things.
How vociferous are the deniers of the Word!
For they understand the Teaching of the believer,
And the One Sent to confirm [the Word incarnate
In every child of the Most High God] -thereby cancel out a million doubts and
The One Sent to
doubters
And deniers [of that Word in my little ones]
Who would attempt to interfere
With the ongoing alchemy - the marching, marching alchemy ...
Of The Word and his legions.5
Messengers are ye all!
Pulsating to the stars messages of thy birth,
Thy comings and thy goings!
Desires as impulse are read on the edge of space6
By those who run and read and would intercede
If they but could - if free will would
But express a true tenderness - toward our God
And a little less sympathy toward the lesser gods of this world.
I AM the manifestation of Lanello in the fullness of the Maha Chohan. I bear the mantle of the Holy Spirit for those who would hear it rustling as I pass. I bear [the trumpet and] the sound of the trumpet that some will hear at last as notice that [the] gate of [the] City Foursquare is near, beyond the next turn of the hill of life. I AM here for those who recognize the need to be [the manifestation of] God and to vociferously go after all that is unlike God without descending to the depth of confession that the not-self is even temporarily real.
This is a science for acrobats of consciousness who can be in God and know his Allness and then spin around, and there on the very heels of cosmic consciousness point to the Liar and his lie and challenge the Fallen One to show his own truth and proof that he yet retains the right to be!
Show proof, then, that the living Word can come forth from thee and thereby earn eternal Life. And if thou canst not prove that the living Word is thyself, take heed and be forewarned - naught else will stand in the day of judgment! Judged thou art and self-judged and thrice and a thousandfold; for the lies spring up as crabgrass beneath thy feet where lilies of the field ought to whisper that a Christ is born!
You have aborted the Christ, above all, within yourself, O denier of the Word! Therefore the sin of abortion is the stain upon thy door and many more are recorded there.
Carry on if thou wilt, O Fallen One, for the net that ensnares thee is also the net of the World Mother that has many uses, such as the catching of the souls of her Beloved in the net of the Teaching - the filigree weaving, the crocheting of Light whereby all know and see plainly the divine art of the Teaching itself as it passes through the sky, a sign to all to whom it is given that our God is nigh.
Hearts full of fervor for the Holy Spirit, the testing must come. What of it? Those fallen ones, they belie their own choosing and right to choose. While God stands in the fullness of his glory and Light expands, a world is consumed and set again in her place.
How do you know that in the night God himself has not taken earth to his own Being in a mighty feast and then produced again the same world rarefied, purified for having passed through his sacred body?
How do you know what God has done to your own soul?
How do you know that this day you are not a God born to eternal Life?
How do you know that you are the same miserable one you were the day before [and the day before yesterday]?
It is only because you retell it in the security [and in the reinforcement of the security] of your own mortal identity. [In order to sustain it] you must awaken again and tell yourself with the dawning of the day, "Why, I am that same miserable creature I was the day before!" And thus [again and again, as thy days are numbered] you give birth to the lesser image when God himself through the night of the entire Kali Yuga has been giving birth to your own true Selfhood.
What is life if it is not but the twinkling of an eye or a moment's thought in the Macrocosm of God?
What is life but the ultimate plasticity of the substance of God himself?
Why can you not be what God has decreed that you are?
It is very simple - you give little thought to it and the iron bars of your own laws imprison you to be a creature in search of creature comforts.
Well, blessed ones, you can be anything you want to be!
As a matter of fact, you are in this very moment exactly what you have preordained, what you have wanted to be.
Now let us examine that statement, "what you have wanted to be." What you want is what you lack. And therefore, you see, you are the sum total in this moment of all of your lacks instead of all of your wants as true desiring in God. Now if you are the vessel empty, containing what you think you are but verily containing all that you lack, then somewhere there must be the real you that contains and is all that you really are.
How about a switch in consciousness?
How about deliverance from toil and from the temptation to believe that from the cradle to the grave all you will ever know is more and more karma until somehow that karmic coil is no more and a little white bird emerges, soaring to the sun? [A bit simplistic, n'est-ce pas?]
Well, that is the linear tale twice told. But to my way of thinking it is the tail of the dragon that ought to know better.
After all, you really can be anything you want to be.
Why, when I decide to be you I simply am!
This is not a game of Peter Pan.
This is the love of the Guru and the Chela.
I can be you because you have willed it so.
But in some measure you have not willed it so.
And therefore when I decide to be you,
I may very well be you somewhere;
But it will not benefit you if I am not you where you are.
And I cannot enter into co-measurement with you
Unless you give consent.
And do you know that as the twig that is bent,
Some of you have still not [given] consent
To me, Lanello,
Placing my Electronic Presence,
My apron, over your own garment?
How can you fear to be me for a while?
Perhaps you fear that I will not have sufficient expertise
As swordsman, rider or something else [you would please].
Perhaps you think that with my thrusts for a purpose -
My impetuosity, I will embarrass you before your friends!
Dear hearts, I have had enough
Of my own embarrassments for many centuries!
I desire not to have them in your presence
Or outside of your presence.
But remember that I myself am looking for
Your presents on my own birthday this year,7
And I trust that in my stocking there will appear
The soul who has the courage
Not merely to jump inside my stocking
But to wear it and to wear my shoes.
And how about my cape and my hat?
I am determined to unhorse that rider
If you will let me
But I must do it through you -
Through heart and soul, sharpened sword,
And pen ready to write!
I said ready to write!
Where is your pad and pen?
Next to your bed [and ready] at any hour
When the anecdotes of our Father are given
So easily to your hand -
Not merely to entertain, not merely to laugh them to derision8
But to give you the necessary flow of the Teaching
For your next preaching,
Which may very well be
Just around the corner of the new year
When you go stumping with me. Ho! Ho! Ho!
Dear hearts, I come with the gift of co-measurement,
And I still perceive
That the crackling fires of a winter's eve
Must consume the fears and foes of self
That seem to wrap around again my own beloved hearts
In the absence of our Mother's presence.
Therefore, to the blessed is given
An opening into the higher octaves.
Peering through the window of the sky,
May you remember the blue heaven and the green earth
And that I, like yourself,
Have only recently passed through
Every and any experience you
Could ever name or have or think of -
That I AM here! and I AM whole!
I AM well! And, above all, I can tell
The story of Truth through you ...
If you will let me.
And I can pierce the veil ...
If you will let me.
And I can show you your true God Self ...
If you will let me.
And by consent of free will,
Yes, you can be what you want to be now!
I will tell you how if you ask ...
And then respect my telling.
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This dictation by Lanello with the Mantle of the Maha Chohan was delivered by the Messenger of the Great White Brotherhood Elizabeth Clare Prophet on Sunday, November 22, 1981, 3:34-3:55 p.m. PST, at Camelot, Los Angeles County, California. [N.B. Bracketed material denotes words unspoken yet implicit in the dictation, added by the Messenger under Lanello's direction for clarity in the written word.]