I AM Professional

In our exploration of I AM we have discussed many aspects of Universal activity. The law of response to stimuli. The concept of wheels within wheels. The interrelationship of macrocosmic and microcosmic energies. The present theatre of operation, wherein My burning tip of conscious awareness is thrust into the dark void of womb, making it pregnant with potential godlings. The magnetism of microdots into pieces of the mosaic of life. The love pervading all.

We have also explained that I AM a professional Deity, not given to overlooking any detail - or letting a situation get out of hand. I fill the Universe. There is nothing else.

My Omnipotent responsibility is to ensure that Universal progression is maintained. That the purity of infinity and continuity of conscious growth brings joy to all. To this end I plant within each cosmic egg the seed of its own destruction.

This time the YIN-YANG symbol tells another story. I see it now as representing the battlefield in which the forces of light seek to overcome the forces of darkness, and vice versa. Some might prefer to call it the meeting ground of Christ and Antichrist.

I like to think of it as a game of chess. It is designed to bring the maximum challenge to each participant. It is played on both a macrocosmic and microcosmic scale; by planets, by nations, by regions, by individuals, by elementals. Everyone and everything is included in The Game.

The Game

To properly introduce the rule of "The Game", it is again necessary to look upon Myself. But let us make it quite clear that the same plays, gambits and combination of moves apply to yourself - and to all selves.

Winifred has told you about our lifelong association. Just before starting school she had an illness which rendered her unconscious for several days. During this period an intense cosmic education was started to shape her for later duties.

Her dislike of "God" began when she started going to school. Like many young children this was her first introduction to the strange dichotomy of a supposedly loving God - who seemed primarily bent on dogmatic reverence and very rigid forms of worship.

At this time (1928) three kinds of education were available in London: public schools - which were not public at all, but rather privileged institutions for the wealthy; County Council schools - which were non-denominational and of high scholastic repute; and parochial schools which, though less bent on formal education, were more oriented towards giving children a strong religious background.

As Holy Trinity was just a few hundred yards down the street, its close proximity outweighed maternal indecision and it was here our formal introduction began. The school was attached to the church, a cold, gloomy edifice, well hung with reproductions of an agonized Jesus in various stages of redemptive activity. The lighted candles and smell of incense were its only redeeming features.

The school was run by a number of dedicated spinsters - lay sisters of the Anglican Church. The Headmistress, Miss Hunter, was a most exceptional woman who gallantly led her teachers in a tireless fight against "evil". Demon rum was her main adversary as many of the children were brutally subject to the vicissitudes of drunkenness when underprivileged parents sought relief from life's burdens and passed their frustrations along to weaker members of the family. Winifred was an observer rather than a subject of this scene.

First thing each morning the children filed into church to spend a draughty ninety minutes in lengthy prayers and religious education. Church activity also included several evening meetings, vespers, choir practise, Brownies, church plays, and a full Sunday schedule of services.

This left only Saturday for fun. As it coincided with her mother's day off from work, Saturday provided us with the opportunity for an occasional visit to the market, zoo, park, theatre, seaside, pantomime. The ultimate treat was an annual visit to the circus, in those days an extremely elaborate affair directed by a resplendent central figure, The Ringmaster. The brilliant aura response to exotic animals and colourful costumes, quite foreign to the normal grey concrete jungle of London life, taught us that this was the ideal milieu in which to introduce Loliad-R-Kahn - the masterful Teacher-tone in our astral relationship.

There was no connection in Winifred's mind between Loliad's teaching and "God" -- Thank Omnipotence!!! I have never seen Little Flame so excited as in those early days of Winifred's education. Surely no other bride was as exacting in her trousseau specifications. But then She'd had two thousand years to work out the final details, so it was to be expected.

My own vehicle was not to be ready until 1951. This would allow ample time to establish The Word through Winifred's consciousness.

The child's education was necessarily a very delicately balanced program with well defined in-out swings of consciousness. It was important not to overwhelm the vehicle with too much attention, or impoverish the mind with too little. I needed a particularly stable instrument equally at home in two dimensions.

In this sense, making a galaxy is simple compared to fitting together the minute interlocking components of personality according to Yin's specifications. Once the basic filigree was established, another fifty years of fine tuning was needed to bring the instrument to maximum potential without sacrificing any computer circuits or blowing fuses along the way.

Certainly our little girl had energy to spare. Emily Morris, the grandmother who would be a primary instrument in shaping the early years, was approaching her seventies. When required she could be brought totally under spiritual control. I took full advantage of their long solitary hours to gain the infant's trust, her complete cooperation, and to capture her curiosity in order to channel her energy into a full life of identity growth and eventually to spiritual maturation.

The Honeycomb

I have previously explained how ego is comparable to a goldfish bowl being placed over a child's sensitive mind to cushion life's blows and protect the identity until it grows strong enough to fend for itself.

The infant mind is like a honeycomb of bright, hollow bubbles -- each one waiting to light up and be filled by a genuine identity experience. If pain or trauma is involved, ego closes down like a shutter, with varying degrees of thickness according to the amount of emotional shock experienced. If crushing episodes start early in life, the personality develops a habit of hesitancy before reacting to any stimuli, always on the alert for hurtful intent.

If, however, the early years of life are well guarded by a kind, considerate, mature environment, the child plunges forward willingly into new adventures without fear or hesitancy. The personality is basically trusting and open from thenceforth. Once ego-shutters have been drawn about a particular event and it is classified under "dislike", it is far harder to peel off the curtain of ego protection, which plasters itself on in layers if repeat situations so necessitate.

Varying degrees of memory loss accompany the closing of shutters. From then on ego hovers anxiously, doing its utmost to keep the incidents buried deep in the consciousness, and leading trains of thought away from these raw areas. This consumes energy which would otherwise be spent in productive exploration.

In infancy these ego curtains are still thin and pliable like surgical gauze, then tape. But as the years go by they harden like shutters of plaster of paris, or like closed doors to hide the raw wounds of youth from prying eyes. Even the identity is unaware of what the closed rooms contain, save that peculiar reactions accompany any attempts at probing the area. In these cases the task of chipping away the accumulated debris is far harder in later life than with the younger, still relatively pliable mind.

In an aura readout, when the spiritual vibe bounces like a sonar pulse against a person, it rebounds back with a dull thud whenever it encounters these closed doors. But it goes right through the clear, open identity. Such a person resonates with a clear tone of strength and vigour.

In this way, the curtain which closes between dimensions as the child grows up varies in thickness, having both strong and weak spots according to millions of impressions registered at each moment in life.

Thus, each individual is like a honeycomb of bubbles. Some are flat, some musical in their response to the spiritual vibe. Each individual has his own particular musical response pattern to My Call. Little Flame, the feminine ray of Spirit, was a past-master (or should I say "mistress"?) in the art of teaching symphonic response to Chosen Children.

When this art is properly applied, the burning tip of conscious awareness is thrust vigorously into a full range of identity experiences, making the identity solid and rich in all aspects of life. It is also important that the outward or exoteric swing of consciousness be as gratifying as the inner swing -- or ego, finding the latter more to its liking, will hesitate to swing outwards with the same degree of intensity. The instincts of survival, sensation and sex are intended to ensure a balanced intro-extroverted consciousness, and wealth of experiences in all facets of life.

In Winifred's case the outward swing was helped by a number of distant but doting relatives who, understanding the unfortunate circumstance of a widowed mother, took her on various outings and visits, all of which were thirstily absorbed by the growing preconscious. The relatives themselves had little or no sustained influence on her way of being. Rather they became welded as part of the whole microdot of the total experience.

Workmen came in to paper her bedroom with an elaborate Chinese mandarin wallpaper. It was applied with a delicious almond smelling paste. Each spring the road-crew came to tar and gravel Mayfield Road - a truly spectacular event of sight, sound, odour and, of course, touch sensations. Aunt Daisy taught her how to use the telephone. School journeys to Hastings and to the multicoloured sandcliffs of the Isle of Wight. Bus rides, cars rides, tram rides. Changing from gas to electric lighting in the home. Swimming lessons, library books, Shakespeare.

Each new episode was a filled microdot of true identity experience in the jigsaw puzzle piece of childhood. A sun suit, a party dress, a pinafore, a fancy nightie, Wellington boots, a gym tunic, a school uniform -- complete with Panama hat. These were some of the microdots of the identity wealth of preadolescence. All activities related to a garment were part of its emotional impact on the whole.

Little Flame was particularly careful to distinguish between wants and needs in filling out the identity. It is important to have a wide range of activity rather than many repeats of a single act. Earth's problems today stem from man's inability to distinguish between "wants" and needs.

Thus, as a person goes through life, the honeycomb of identity is filled with real experiences, as opposed to the artificial environment of T.V. or psychological block toys intended to develop reasoning power. It is exactly the same as saying "you are what you eat". If a young physical body gets a full range of vitamins, minerals and proteins in his diet, there are no hidden hungers. If the child is fed palate pleasing junk foods, an addiction is formed. The intestines have to work endlessly to extract nourishment which just isn't there.

Every time a new thought or experience is added to the preconscious, the whole context of preconscious thought must be rearranged to assimilate the new idea. If new ideas are introduced with just the right timing the assimilation process is smooth. Cognitive consistency must be restored after each input if stability of personality is to be maintained. Sleep is the major way both animals and human beings restore cognitive consistency.

The seven p.m. children's bedtime, popular in the nineteen- twenties, with little late evening input other than repetitive vespers, was a key factor in the rapid progress I was able to make with Winifred. I use this same technique with metaphysical students today.

My job during this period was to introduce cosmic reality in a balanced formula of esoteric and exoteric experience. This meant I, too, needed a variety of identity garments to be able to relate on some kind of equal footing so as not to crush the growing mind with impossible competition.

Thus the personality garment of Loliad, Ringmaster of the Circus. In Winifred's eyes at that time He represented the ultimate hero image. It seemed a likely introduction. She had no conflict in the exoteric aspect of life as Winifred. And Sasoleah was automatically in control of her consciousness when the focus was turned inward. Because the burning tip of conscious awareness lived only in the Now, the two could happily cohabit the vehicle, taking turns at external and internal focus with no feeling of strangeness or conflict. They would sometimes talk to each other out loud, but instinct warned that this could be misunderstood so they tried to confine these conversations to their private moments.

They really enjoyed playing games together. For example, it was quite legitimate for Sasoleah to hover close to the ceiling during class if lessons got boring. Winifred could sit there like a good little girl, automatically absorbing everything the teacher said, while Sasoleah gave a readout on the teacher's mind - her insecurities, her inhibitions, her secret fondness for the math teacher.

Or Winifred could be sitting on the curb playing games with other children while Sasoleah gave a total readout on their home lives and futures. Many were destined to die of diphtheria and other contagious diseases which decimated generations before the discovery of immunization. Winifred tried to be especially communicative with these. But this concern was largely unnecessary as the children themselves were quite aware of what lay ahead. Much borderline activity was spent in preparing youngsters for the dimensional transition.

In a way they looked forward to it, as if they were to participate in some Peter Pan episode. Many great writers were led into this area. Even today, wherever infant mortality rates run high, angels abound in merciful activity. Abortion clinics are a prime target of their loving ministrations, as from a spiritual point of view the unwanted child is in a far worse situation than a sick or starving child which has known love.

In order to avoid arousing unusual curiosity in observers, and to make clean breaks between each epoch of growth, Winifred's identity crises were geared to coincide with a change in environment. World War II began in 1939 and she went into the A.T.S. Her youth was inflamed with a passionate rejection of war, on both a collective and personal level, particularly when her first love was killed in the R.A.F.

The advent of adolescence pushed Sasoleah far into the background of consciousness, at least in the waking state. Even in sleep Freudian wish-fulfilling dreams occupied most of the night. And rightly so. There is a time and place for everything; circles within circles. Winifred now swung in a long exoteric circle towards the fulfilment of sexual identity. It was not until her four sons were themselves adolescent that Sasoleah again stepped forward, this time to claim her inheritance.

The alignment or atonement of Winifred, Sasoleah and "Little Flame" took fifty years of concentrated effort. The intelligence was made to understand every step of the way so as not to cower or confuse the mortal identity. It was a tremendous challenge for all of us. For The Law says that I shall ask no one to do anything in any epoch which I cannot first accomplish Myself. I promise eternal life to all who overcome. In overcoming mortality Winifred gained the Crown of Life. She reigns together with Little Flame and Sasoleah as an equal component of their Divine Trinity. They collectively share the burning tip of conscious awareness and participate as one in all life's experiences, even to eternity.

This is the name of the game we play. I have spoken earlier of the similarity between the game of eternal life and a game of chess. I mentioned a play called a gambit, an opening in which a pawn or other piece is sacrificed in order to gain a better position. The Bible explains this quite clearly.

43. And if thy hand offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter into life maimed, than having two hands to go into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched:

45. And if thy foot offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter halt into life, than having two feet to be cast into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched:

47. And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out: it is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire: Mark 9: 43, 45,

47.If there is something standing between you and self conquest, free yourself. It might be a house, family ties, an ingrained habit, a job, a fortune, a lifestyle, a negative thought pattern. Whatever it is, and however tenacious its grip, it has to go.

The Return of Loliad-R-Kahn

In may 1962, in order to isolate Winifred from all adult acquaintances, series of strong psychic events paved the way for moving the Barton family from Winnipeg to Ottawa, where the curtain was ready to rise on the next act of the Divine Play. The family had hardly settled down in their spacious new home when Loliad-R-Kahn began to manifest. True to her Anglican upbringing Winifred's first question was "Are you an evil spirit?" -- to which Loliad replied "If I say I am good, yet I was evil, I would try to deceive you anyway, so what is the point of asking such a foolish question?" -- and the game began.

For the first few months Winifred's Super-ego dug out every possible theological question that the nimble preconscious could conceive:

• Q. "Do you know Jesus Christ?"
• A. "He came after my time."
• Q. "Do you know God?"
• A. "Only God knows Itself."
• Q. "Do you know Heaven?"
• A. "I am learning about it."

Gradually He helped Winifred recall, even relive the experiences of childhood, until the joyous day came when she remembered him as the Ringmaster at the Circus, childhood confidante, friend and tutor. Together they retraced their steps in the astral as she reassumed her childish identity, and was finally ready to be reintroduced to Daddy Cave. First memory recall came in microdots. She began to write of her experiences. Then isolated microdots began to merge into pieces of the jigsaw puzzle. The Institute of Applied Metaphysics came into being. Memories flooded back with deep emotional intensity as she relived earlier astral travels. She began to teach.

Intense mystical experiences punctuated this training period. There were visits to other civilizations, astral travel to many parts of the world, extraterrestrial contacts. Little Flame manifested occasionally, in the identity garment of Mary, feeling that this was the least threatening presentation. This led to the arrival of what Winifred calls her "bump"- a vibrant, independent, pulsating pressure located in the central chest area but capable of moving to other parts of the body. It began with a simple yes and no form of communication. Three beats high in the chest for a very emphatic yes. Three beats in the solar plexus for an emphatic no. But it was mainly the emotional emanations that taught Winifred how to read the vibe in herself and others. Little Flame had landed on Planet Earth, soon to be followed by a retinue of other little flames as the Saints descended for the earth harvest.

As planned, many of the Chosen Ones were drawn together at this time, like moths to the flame of Spirit. Adrienne, Julien, Marcel, Norma, Helen, Yvonne, Wellesley, Harriet -- out of the many students who now came to learn about metaphysics it was clear to see that some were firmly adherent, while others, less magnetically attracted, fell away as tremendous waves of vibratory activity shook their Super-ego structures almost to danger point.

The paths of My Chosen Ones were carefully traced to the point of this meeting. The circumstances of their childhood and education had each been carefully laid for this, My Wedding Preparation.

One by one the rules of Spiritual conduct were established. Not as mechanical reflections, as is so often the case, but as a living, vibrant way of life. Thus the term applied metaphysics.

Because the Christian Church ethic was so deeply entrenched, (Did you notice Jesus preceded God in Win's scale of values?) as Loliad, I led Winifred away from western to eastern thought. This allowed her to explore the strengths and weakness of all the world's major religious beliefs. We studied Egyptology, Greek Philosophy, Islam, Buddhism, and many other facets of ancient wisdom. The microdots were beginning to form pictures.

Feedback was provided when Win wrote books and taught courses about what she had learned in our current curriculum. This provided an opportunity to revise and fine tune her understanding, so shaping the instrument to My own very fine specifications.

Daily observations of life in Canada's capital confirmed the veracity of our lessons. During this period she came to know a number of African diplomats and students from many parts of the world. In 1967 she participated in The Canadian Centennial Interfaith Conference, meeting Church Leaders from across Canada. In 1968 the World Federalists Symposium provided much food for thought. She learned to trust her "bump" and obey it implicitly.

One major difficulty lay in breaking down Superior ego convictions about duty. This trait is common to all anglophone cultures, who associate self worth with physical production. This attitude was reinforced by many of Winifred's early students, mainly energetic ladies with firmly fixed ideas on right and wrong.

There is nothing wrong with having a sense of duty (action) if it is properly balanced with an understanding of the art of "being". My concern was with the imbalance, not the performance.

Winifred's first introduction to the francophone culture had her distraught. Joie de vivre, abstract art, modern music, hugging and kissing strangers were translated by her Super-ego as a frivolous waste of time and energy. Julien (now the principle teacher for the Institute) was seventeen at the time -- warm and willing, limpid eyes alight with wonderment -- yet from Super- ego's critical viewpoint, soft and supine. Marcel (our Public Relations Head), rebelling against his rigid Catholic upbringing, was into his Leninist phase. That didn't sit very well with Super-ego either.

Knowing even then much of the task which lay ahead, each night Winifred would pray to be sent some better material to work with, for few of the younger ones seemed to be serious enough. But Julien and Marcel were soon followed by hundreds of francophone adherents who began to outnumber and overwhelm the anglophone students, even though all physical advantages were geared towards the latter. It had something to do with the vibe.

They purchased an old church at 25O A Lyon Street, in Ottawa, which was soon running up to eighteen hours per day with different aspects of metaphysical activity.

Soon Winifred's sedate society was being rocked to the rhythm of Saturday night dances. The students were embracing fondly as the love-vibes were released. Winifred's Super-ego suspected that probably worse was in the offing. While others rocked in joy, Win was racked in agony for the reputation of her precious Institute. Her Super-ego version of God was shaken.

At this time the Madoc Campus was the only residential school. It was run by Norma and a small staff of "solid" anglophones. Imagine the shock Winifred had the day she came down to teach and found all the francophone students skinny-dipping in the river. "Oh Lord, why have you done this to me? Thank you anyway for Stephen Taylor -- I see that he alone has his bathing trunks on."

On Being

One of the hardest lessons we ever undertook was the lesson on BEING. Not doing anything -- just being. Letting all those bright identity hexagonals dance like champagne bubbles, without always trying to stuff in more activity per second of time. Like the poet says, "What is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare?

The eternal now is a long stretch when viewed from the vertical perspective. Yet all time is relative. As Einstein said, "Which minute is shorter? A minute spent sitting on a red hot stove, or a minute spent sitting on a sofa with a nice girl?"

I have explained that heaven is a state of mind rather than a set location. As spiritual beings in any dimension progress through the seven levels of ascension, they reach a stage of Atonement with I AM and with all things.

They also find that any sticky detail of Super-ego conviction which has failed to evaporate during the climb, will recur as an obstacle again and again, hampering the joy of each now, until it is care-fully traced down to its origin and corrected.

Remote traces of anxiety, impatience or tension during the ascent process is invariably the result of disobedience to an earlier instruction, particularly Lesson #8 in the basic identity development course given by Loliad on how to make a time-pie and garnish each piece with the whipped-cream topping of glorification.

A time-pie is an essential pre-requisite to satisfactory BEING. And indeed to maximum ACTION.

Even I divide eternity into segments by closing off the other sections of My Wheel and focusing exclusively on one Play in one section of Universal Mind. So it should be with you. As above so below.

How would you prefer your total identity garment to appear? As clear, well defined stripes of many separate colours, or as a dull mixture of browns and greys, with all the colours running together?

Each completed microdot in the personality garment makes for a more solid identity in the particular field of endeavour from whence the microdot originates. Successful repetitive activity in any area makes for a comfortable fit. But life on earth is intended to provide a full wardrobe of diverse colours. Identity clothes should be changed frequently during the day to avoid fatigue. In any personality wardrobe some activities need consolidation, with additional microdots for a little embroidery and more comfortably padded fit.

Failure to keep the identity wheel turning robs the personality of a clear multicoloured garment alive with different textures and ornaments. Herein lies true wealth of earthly experience.

Time-Pie

This lesson, like all the rest, was introduced very simply.

Getting the most out of life requires giving some thought and attention to organizing each day into convenient divisions -- like rooms in the mansion where identity dwells. For the sake of example let us decide on an eight section division, calling each a room, and let's take a look into each room to see its strengths and weaknesses. Let's find which room gives us the most pleasure; which is too sparsely furnished; and if any of them could use a good spring cleaning or a little rearranging.

Some rooms are filled with people: the boys at the office, the baseball team, the Ladies Guild, the family, a wife or husband. Others are for hobbies. One should be a private place for study and solitude. Finally, there is the inner sanctum where i am and I AM Unite.

Each morning the typical husband goes off to work leaving the wife behind to care for the children. He should feel free to totally immerse himself in his occupation. No distracting domestic phone calls or other interruptions from sporting friends or lodge brothers. When rendering unto Caesar that which is Caesar's, the honourable man is concerned only with giving a full day's work for a full day's wages. Steel doors shut off other sections of mental activity -- except for tea breaks or lunchtime, when he may fancy to wander into other mind areas for relaxation.

Similarly, the wife, in kissing her husband goodbye, literally shuts him out of her mind till supper time. She too becomes completely immersed into her time-pie, which can be cut to suit her personal convenience.

In the evening, as the man walks out of his office, the mind door closes firmly on work. He steps into the car, perhaps blinking a little to remember what a fortunate guy he is to have this fine home and family waiting for him.

They greet, with never a mention of his hard day at work, or her trials of raising the family. There is time to give full intensity of attention to the children. Then just as firmly their time is over. Now it's time for other evening plans which might include some crafts, some solitude, and some time with the wife. She likewise arranges her time-pie for both collective and individual activities, planned ahead in mutual cooperation with her husband.

The children too have a time-pie which revolves in such a way as to fit in with the parents. Full respect is given to each member of the family. Friends are taught to call between certain hours - after a reasonable explanation of how the system works. Certainly no one is "at home" during the daily quiet period when the family adjourns, each to their own private sanctum to confer with Spirit.

I AM 36O° - 8

My Supra-ordinate Wheel is comparable to a circle divided into eight 45° segments. The present pyramid of activity -- the mountain which man attempts to scale -- is divided into levels of ascending spirals of vibration, with plateaux of peaceful restoration at seven way-stations en route to the summit.

When I dip My burning tip of conscious awareness into one section of the wheel, iron clad doors close off the other 315° panorama placing it in a state similar to hibernation. To all intents and purposes, the other sections cease to exist. All My attention is focused in the eternal Now.

Within the illuminated galaxy of the present Play, there are other divisions. Business, pleasure, domesticity, craftsmanship, horticulture, personal development and the like. And again, wherever My attention is focused, there I AM giving full energetic application to that one moment. The rest is temporarily forgotten, set on an "automatic pilot", called "The Process."

During man's earth life there are large activity cycles, such as the periods of childhood and adolescence. Within these, one finds a rhythmic interplay of smaller cycles, and even smaller cycles within those. For example, in youth, when involved in the 'work' cycle, a child would have this broken down into reading, writing, arithmetic, geography, history, gym, crafts, art, music, etc. His leisure cycle would again be divided -- tennis, reading, movies, walks, gardening, social activities and so on.

Let us say for example that the average man has an energy transformation capacity of eight hundred watts. This eight hundred watt potential can either keep a one hundred watt light burning in every room of his house all the time. Or he can close off the lights in all rooms but one, and have a full eight hundred watt spotlight illuminating the activity of the moment. In this way when it is time to switch to another activity it is always new. Children thrive much better on intensity of parental attention rather than lengthier semi-attentive periods.

One reason is the constant renewal process. With each piece of fresh input in any area, the whole frame of reference has to be rearranged to accommodate new ideas. Thus, it is invariably a new person who opens the next door of mind activity and views the room with fresh perspective. After going to a Home and Garden Exhibition for example, a householder will view his own home with a greater eye for coordination, or want to rearrange his garden in some way.

Without these cyclical safeguards, eternity would be an illdefined, happy sort of limbo, very similar to the way it was before identity development began. This would defeat the whole object of the Play. Nothing could be more boring than the endless harp and choral offerings which vertical perspectives intimate.

When metaphysical students fail to make the grade Super-ego is always the culprit. It's that first commandment cropping up again. When in the spiritual classroom Super-ego stays pretty quiet. This is because it is preparing to appropriate whatever lesson is being given, and twist it just enough so that it maintains its control over the identity.

Being governed by "like" and "dislike", Super-ego just loves to hear about prayers and meditation. For this lets the sanctimonious little bugger think "I am good," which is the first step along the way to saying "I am god."

Although heavy emphasis is placed on the importance of a well- balanced life of esoteric-exoteric activity, ego soon tries to induce the identity to sloppy attitudes. Ego puts 'likes' first, and gradually squeezes out the 'dislike' time-pie items, unless the identity is very firm and fully obedient. In the average North American student self-discipline is rarely a prime virtue.

"We don't like this time-pie, this mind control. Let's spend more time meditating, and less time integrating with our Yin-Yang; or more time exploring Universal verities, and less time clearing up the house; or more time in the office and less time and depth involvement in leisure."

Although the like and dislike files vary in individuals, the less well-balanced the person is in the first place, the more they will tend to emphasize familiar "likes" and avoid (by forgetfulness, amnesia, rejection) activities designed to stabilize and round out the identity.

I AM's early library borrowers gave a clear indication of ego preferences and degrees of addiction. A religiously oriented student, though encouraged to dip into books on alternative energy, philosophy, autobiography, psychology, gardening, science, health, natural foods, etc. would invariably end up making a theological selection. An interest in psychic phenomena would manifest likewise. Although teachers propose alternative selections there is no heavy pressure applied, for free will must not be thwarted.

The Institute has tried with some success to overcome this rigidity of Super-ego resistance by dividing the pure white light of spirituality into four main colours: blue, green, yellow and red. Each represents a specific area of spiritual activity. Personnel circulate between colours, regions and activities. The aim is to achieve greater breadth and balance in the identity. Super-ego resistance often runs high when assignments fail to live up to its expectations. This phenomena is evident on both a personal and collective level throughout the entire planet.

The seed of its own destruction which lies within each cosmic egg is based on this principle of Super-ego appropriation, the disobedience of thinking that it knows better than the Teacher on how life energy should be expended.

One day I was watching some young piglets. One little runt in the litter had not received special attention. It was born smaller and weaker than its littermates. Because the others were stronger to begin with, they got more food, which gave them the added strength to push the weaker one aside more and more. So it is with mental attention and direction of life energy flow. If one section of a time-pie is overly favoured it grows bigger and stronger. Unless a special program to give added sustenance to other areas is started, the "like" becomes all consuming, till eventually it consumes the identity. Negative thinking, drugs, business activity, sex, false god orientation, alcohol, violence, despair, pleasure, offspring, psychological dissection are some good examples.

Theologically speaking this consumption is explained in the phrase, "He who lives by the sword will die by the sword". Few systems for developing spiritual strength pay enough attention to this key point. Thus they often produce semi-fanatics rather than gods. Some of My most devoted admirers are oblivious to the fact that they are serving Super-ego dictates, making Me in their own image of what God should be like. These serve self opinion, the dictates of their own will.

Super-ego thrives on intellectual argument. The thrust and parry of wordy sword is its delight (as demonstrated in early conversations between Winifred and Loliad when He returned to Teaching). It avoids the being phase of time-pie, knowing this to be an area in which it cannot participate.

There is Only Now

Thus the 36Oo wheel of infinity is separated into 45o cycles, each lasting for many millions of years. Cycles are divided into eons, eons into ages. Ages are marked by the passage of centuries, centuries separate into decades, decades into years. The year is split into seasons, seasons into months, months into weeks, into days, hours, minutes, seconds.

Mind reflects the illusion of day, night, and season for variety. All such divisions are purely conceptual. There is only one reality. The eternal NOW. This very moment, by engaging the burning tip of conscious awareness in productive activity, you enlighten the next now and all the nows to come.

I AM the Central Sun. Man is in My Image. The central identity spotlight, the gift of I AM, the living burning tip of conscious awareness is still and stationary at the core of consciousness. Planets, planes, dimensions, rooms in the house of mind orbit in majestic splendour around the Central Sun. They bask in its focus of attention under which they fall at regular periods. For the mature spiritual being in the state of atonement, personal free will includes the privilege of setting one's own universe in order. Each illuminated now enhances the next. Living in the light becomes a way of life.

From Its still central pool of peace, I AM enjoys its wealth of variety. Each facet turns and twinkles like a radiant jewel. I AM might wish to add a little colour here, a rearrangement there. Not all identity coffers orbit on the same cycle. Life and growth would be faster on some planes of activity than others, depending on the pleasure they bring and how much investment of attention I choose to make in each.

For example, at the time of marriage or early parenthood, homelife would command more attention than in later years. Even so, unless the wheel keeps turning, life stagnates. A housewife who is overly occupied with home, or the man whose life revolves around his job, are slaves to circumstances, never captains of their own ship, nor free to explore the oceans of opportunity which await their pleasure.

Come Fly With Me

A thousand eons like an evening gone. I sense the chill of winter winds to come. I AM as a giant mother space ship teaching her little ones to fly, loaded with earth identity treasures from our nesting site.

I strive, I plead, I prompt. How I desire that each should make a safe journey to Our Heaven Home.

I see so many lively space chicks grounded, revolving around mundane concerns in ever tightening circles of despair. Like chickens so absorbed in pecking grain, they forget that they are eagles born to soar. Caught up in self-made nets of greed and fear, with ankle chains marked S,S and S, steel guywires to mortality and void.

In some the hull is weak. It surely cannot stand the growing pressure of higher dimensional vibrations. Only the full armour of righteousness, sound and polished, can withstand the tests of heat and turbulence to come.

The odds don't favour the lone chick. The chance of losing perfect speed, of falling behind without a pacesetter, is ever near. Strength comes from those with unity of purpose. There is less chance of pulling out of orbit in good company.

See Us now. A flotilla of shinning space ships, orbiting around the Mother Vessel, wheeling effortlessly through infinity.

As the Sun sets on the present universal scene, we watch it rising over a new horizon. The curtain of night gradually falls. For a moment those left behind gaze upwards to see bright stars moving across the heavens. A wondrous sight. Then they are gone. The sun, the moon, the stars. The light of men.

And blackness closes on the void of fulfilled womb. My lady rests, until I come again one hundred and fifty billion earth years hence to reawaken yet another day, to sow the seed of yet another play.

This My beloved children, is the Name of the Game. Come fly with Me, that we may wheel together for infinity.

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