| I AM The BOOK OF LIFE - Chapter 12 | I AM HERE NOW |
Conditions of Planet Earth have now reached the stage where mankind earnestly desires divine intervention, a change from egocentric to Theocentric rule. I AM here now in full potency to accomplish this goal and to fulfill promises made to mankind over the ages. Because of the complexity of biased perception over relatively long periods of time, and of desire to allay unnecessary fears or negative reactions which would cause great inconvenience to the faithful, I AM making My position crystal clear. You are either with Me or against Me. In one decisive move each individual may choose life or death. My Kingdom is not temporal. There is no point in running or hiding or fighting. these are futile misuses of life energy. It is a matter of trust and obedience. Only in this way can we avoid direct confrontation. Love is the reason for any apparent delay in takeover. Stepping up the power of the electrical sea would be uncharacteristic of Love. St. Peter crystallizes this concept very well:
The galactic wheel in which earth-heaven revolves is governed by a number of magnetic forces of differing power. (See end of Chapter 12 for glossary of terms used to describe these forces.) The macrocosmic Big Bang of explosive creativity is duplicated in each microscopic god-seed that comes to earth. Each infant has a theocentric core from which the outreach of identity growth springs forth in uncoiling colour sequences to explore. Thus consciousness wheels outwards to fill any expanse of mind territory it so chooses - the sunburst principle. Potential growth is limited only by self-imposed restrictions. A man himself sets the perimeters of mental wealth. Brain serving Mind collects the natural facts from sense perception tools. Mind has the task of collating incoming data in such a way as to maintain cognitive concictency with the Supra-ordinate Factor of cognitive consistency with the Supra-ordinate Factor of its core. In order to grow, mind must remain open, receptive to all possibilities, wheeling and turning in the prevalent shading of the central sun. All ambiguities must eventually be resolved. Mind strives ceaselessly to attain this end of essential and existential alignment. This occupies decades of energetic attention particularly in the later years when multicoloured strands of life experience, like balls of coloured wool tangled by the playful ego-kitten, need unravelling before being woven into a comprehensive tapestry of life. This integrative, or centripetal function does not begin in earnest till much of earth life has been explored, when I am's treasure chest is brimming with its load. And rightly so. The outreach thrust is basic to the plot. I am-Mind is aware of the foal of graining a full wealth of earth experience in the classroom of physical density. It allows the egocentric harvester to widest possible range of expression with the least restrictive hold, as typified by Krishna's Superboy. Or "Throw no darts: hit no bull's eye" as Confucius would say. Mind knows that in the final analysis it must pay the price for every error. Yet, psybernetic laws demand the positive active thrust as the only way to learn. this is essential to both the Mind and brain to maintain consistency and logic. But while brain insists that tow and tow make four, Mind says "Perhaps, if no other factors are involved". By trying to harness the lower-self too fast, there is a danger of curbing its adventuresome desire, so limiting the outreach of the yin-perimeter, and stunting the maximum expansive thrust of Mind's potential universe. Thus on both a macrocosmic universal scale, and in the microcosmic mind, the Godself temporarily steps aside to allow a full range of creative expression. Even so, Mind knows the essence of Spiritual Law. Being one with all, it understands the need for harmlessness to others in their own identity quests. Thus all religions teach a set of golden rules of conduct, designed to govern rich and poor alike. Herein the principle of Lucifer, the bright morning star which reigns temporarily till, with the morning Sunrise, realization dawns. Thus, for the good of the entire organism I AM-Mind wisely abdicates, leaving authority to a lower note, to achieve a more closely knit alliance with the ego-drive. Initially Super-ego forms a bridge, a contact between the lower and higher facets of brain and Mind. It's like a candle burning in the dark, King for a day, feasting on its own brilliance while unaware of incandescent light; or like the rains which pass through the driver's hand to steer a horse drawn cart. The reins, seeing their effect upon the horse, imagine they are driving the vehicle, not knowing they are just the driver's tool. Narcissistic immaturity views everything in relation to itself - egocentric. The child cries and Mother comes running to its side. It takes a long while for the child to realize mother doesn't necessarily have to come, that she controls the situation not itself. It is a super-egotistical illusion that everthing exists only as conceived in individual thought. This illusion inspires external focus of activity to multicoloured widespread yin perimeters, which in turn create a more expansive amphitheatre for I am's own individual creative play. Like Father, like son. Like macrocosm, like microcosm. As above, so below. Thus, during its incubation period the Cosmic Egg has two opposite magnetic forces acting upon its harmonious growth: Yin, the outreaching centrifugal force establishing boundaries of creative fulfillment; and Yang, the core of centripetal force, the inner pull to bring it all back home. These are the intersecting wheels of heaven and earth. The greater wealth of "things" between Yin-Yang, the richer is the whole. The heavier the concentration of emotional microdots the more I AM is bedecked with identity sparkles for its eternal now. It was for this reason, that in the original creative meditation I was awestruck at the infinite complexity of creative potential inherent in My Seed. I saw that it was good, and gave the gift of life with loving intent. This is also the reason why I have to set specific centrifugal time limits on the play. This allows maximum free-will exploration for My Children, a sanctioned outward thrust financed in life energy, bought with precious blood and Divine Mother's tears. All this until our god-sons' needs should be fulfilled, until their cup runs over. Yet life is still within My centripetal range. Come science students, let's dissect the Cosmic Egg in various stages of its incubation period. The spark of life supplied by Father-cock is safely captured within the eggshell womb. Tender life shoots, microscopic blood vessels creep out towards the perimeter of the shell. Yolk and white combine. These gradually form a spiderweb-like network, a framework for the chick to grow upon, until the day of independence presses. Then it reaches out for freedom from the binding with firm instinctive pecks of an aggressive tiny beak upon the shell. completed life then steps forth leaving behind inert residue which is no longer needed. This is the parable of macrocosmic earth and micro-man. Both have been maturing spiritually. Young-earth thought as a whole, struggling towards mastery in technical competence, social justice, worldwide development and communication. Men developed new heights of mental and physical prowess, and creative skills. Each has been left to develop freely as it will. Each has left useless debris in its wake. Throughout the maturation process, nations have risen and fallen. Much the same happens with families and individual lives. Both men and nations allow themselves in the course of growing up to be manipulated and exploited by more adroit egocentrics who have the whole of history, dating back to Adam, to draw from. Genetic links, like blood vessels in the forming chick, span human history, carrying forward the good and bad attitudes of family inheritance. This development process has actively influenced the planet since earth's spiritual time clock was first set in motion in the Adamic dawn. While many inherent ways of thought are progressive, Super-ego's mistranslations are just as deeply entrenched with rigid ideas of right and wrong. Thus false and true values are hopelessly entangled, making Osmosis of the physical-spiritual self impossible. Breaking genetic ties is a monumental task, even impossible if families are living under one roof. Yet each must stand alone at journey's end. Both society and Super-ego abhor the concept that the child is not a possession of its parents, but a transient spiritual being given into human care throughout its tender years, a cuckoo's egg laid in a waiting nest. Parents supply a landing pad, an anchor of security from which life's exploration should commence. They contribute to the intensity of desire for life by giving all their love, as hopefully they themselves received before. Viewed from above, the whole earth picture may be broken into bright mosaic chips, each with the special ethnic flavor of its race, each influenced by shades of blue-green-yellow-red overlays of Divine thought rays over time. Each citizen provides a microspec to this mosaic theme, contributing to his country for better or for worse. Men's wattage differs too. In incandescent terms a power might vary from a one watt bulb to many hundred watts of energy output. Once the core seed of ethnic groups was laid, the exploration thrust gripped some tribes more than others. The bloodlines in the Cosmic Egg of earth were carried forth and joined to other lands by active men who took their cultural heritage and planted it afar - again, the sunburst principle in laws of growth. This mingling gave a broader education for both the travellers and the host nations. The strong absorbed the weaker elements of race, while being tempered by the others' note. Thus, through much individual sacrifice the ethnic essence blended into a richer mix. Isolated groups were influenced by other modes of life and long-term progress eventually brought benefits for all. World trade and worldwide communication was the end result, with every tribe contributing to Earth's potpourri of flavorful exchange. Religious explorers too carried many new ideas to foreign shores, revealing facets of the God-Mind yet unknown. In return they learned, sometimes to their dismay, that their concept of God was not the only way. These sorties by a few adventures prompted others, merchant types, to settle overseas and blood links grew strong. Firm arterial trade routes became established. Many active men joined in the exodus to ply their trades, and open up the new world to many fresh ideas. The challenges were many. They were met with innovative thought and expansive new ideas. In countries too the maximum breadth, depth and span of national identity can only be attained by going to the outer limits of the centrifugal fling, balanced with the powerful centripetal cohesive force of a firm religious core. Vigorous interaction between these two facets of exploration builds spiritual strength for both the embryonic god and the micro-man, and the national mind-mosaic of the land. The rise of U.S.A. and Canada in the last few centuries are good examples of this fertile blend. Thus the promise to both men and nations, "Though your sins be scarlet they shall be white as snow". It is when each reaches the outer perimeter of centrifugal activity that spirit may assert itself with power, for red is potency. The turning point in the outward journey comes when the adventurer stops to wonder "Who am I? What am I? Where am I going?" Now it is a matter of revising values and applying the same quality of desire to wholeness and holiness as was expended on the outward swing of physical exploration. For this reason, and speaking in generalities, the nordic, egocentric, active strain of men were the prime progenitors of the vehicles into which My Chosen Ones descended for their earthly tryst with I am in the flesh. Their ancestors, thriving on a game of cosmic roulette, were fully aware of both the risks and gains involved in playing life's game to the fullest. Nationality is like a spiritual tax, paid by the soul for benefits of cultural heritage. The more advanced the Yang colour blend, where educational, cultural and financial advantages are strong, the heavier the load of earth responsibility to be assumed as part of the price paid for identity opportunities. Freedom of thought and speech, for example, carries the responsibility of unerring vigilance to keep the truth alive and undistorted. Similarly there is the tax of denomination. This is the price to be paid for receiving a strong original Super-ego base in well-defined dogmas of churchianity, a favoured start in spiritual lessons to be gleaned from earth, yet one which "colours" god-perception and demands a heavier emotional wrench to break away from church loyalties to I AM. Then there is family tax. This too makes its claim for energy investment in identity formation. Some call these taxes Karmic debts, owed by the fortunate to less favoured elements of the human race. The ties of religion, clan, and nationhood are strong, impelling men to fight in their defence. For some these are the centripetal forces which bind men and nations together in a common cause - in a collective idolatry, once understanding comes. Ireland demonstrates this concept. There, balanced powers of two opposing centripetal forces systematically rip each other to shreds with the momentum of feudal malice fueling destruction for the whole. A single nation divided into two christian denominations, differing only slightly in intent, clash over wordy creeds with never a thought or care for the spirit of their common god-directed path. Yet still each side cries "Erin go brach" with the lips, while their emotional power pours into destructive rather than constructive goals. Thus red passion consumes its own if negatively applied, as indeed do all the other colours if abused. Take for example the small town of Steinback, Manitoba. Most residents there were brought to Canada by centripetal force of the reformer Menno Simons. The original Mennonites considered themselves to be the true heirs of the reformation which they held was betrayed by Luther. They are strongly pacifist. They came to Canada seeking religious freedom in keeping with Germanic yellow rays. They are competent hard-working farmers, astute business people once closely knit by firm religious ties, educational colleges and common charitable works. When I lived there some thirty years ago, intent on studying how colour-coding in nations and religion works, it was most interesting to see how in Steinback the Mennonites had split into eleven different yet parallel church-lines, all competing for souls. Each church clung to a rigid text, believing it had the inside track. Each had a complex list of detailed restrictions to guard adherents from sinful acts. Churches would only welcome members who agreed to forego various stated childish Krishna-like crimes, such as dancing, watching television, listening to the radio, reading unselected literature and newspapers, decorative dress and home furnishings, bare arms or legs, etc. As an outsider and potential covert I was involved in lengthy dissertations from all sides. Among these churches one came to be called the "Church of God". It claimed to be more evolved than all the rest. Its list of restrictions was longer. As time went by the elders of this sect began a purge of their membership, excommunicating a large percentage of their faithful flock, forbidding the rest to do any kind of business with the excommunicants, even forbidding nurses in Bethesda Hospital to serve them when in need. Thus from a common centripetal force which made Steinback a thriving prosperous community, super-egotistical nit-picking split the ranks, while many of the former Mennonites gave up in despair. The flow of business was interrupted by internal strife, and dissension was the predominant note. Having chosen for Myself a vehicle of French Canadian stock, I take more than a passing interest in the forces working in Quebec led, strangely enough, by a kinsman of my earthly father's bloodline. The centripetal passion of my clan sure packs a wallop, Yin is want to note. But she never questions why French Canadian heritage predominates in males within our group. The obvious reason: it has a centrifugal thrust of joie de vivre and an overpowering centripetal tug of the Blessed Mother's love - the maximum purple potency of Yin-Yang activity. This passionate heart throbbing note is captured well in songs such as those sung by Charles Aznavour, in lines like "Take a sinner back into the fold - my excuse for straying - i have lived" and "The time has come for me to pay the price of yesterday - when I was young". Observing Quebec, one also sees the centrifugalizing fling of disconcern for Canada's common good. The moderates make concessions, trying to preserve the crumbling fabric of national identity sorely beset with grave concerns on every side. Levesque, invoking God-given Rights, smiles. "Appetite grows with eating" he replies, quoting a french proverb. While the orator fascinates, his politics disconcert the audience. "Give me an inch and I will take a mile." The momentum of the inward spin increases to ever-tightening circles of parochial solitude. The idolatrous common cause has enthusiasm running high. Small unions feel great so long as no-one pauses lon enough to think things out to rational conclusions. I glance at My Lieutenants with a grin, for many have run the separatist route before they found The Cause that lets all men win. We watch the broader centripetal force in Canada: Pierre Trudeau. Less able to stir passion in his wake, impeded by the drag of an inert silent majority, he serves in his heart the greater Cause - humanity. Regional stories demonstrate the worldwide polarization of idolatrous centripetal forces of discontent now actively disintegrating the old world fabric. All of earth's leaders are aware of looming desolation just beneath the surface. Yet those who keenly serve centripetal force have gained momentum by committing their life energy to a cause which they believe in. Once they switch focus such leaders can unite to be a powerful blessing for mankind. For Rene, it's just a matter of jumping from a small provincial pond into the national lake en route to splashing down in the theocentric sea of Whole Earth Cause, then putting his abundant life energy flow into paddling the craft for all humanity. The leap from egocentric to theocentric core often requires traversing the turbulent waters of eccentricity. At first a man feels a little off centre as he breaks away from entrenched preconceived ideas of narrow old-world thought and normal social mores which governed the past. The term charismatic is often applied to leaders who project centripetal force. It draws those of like inclination into orbit around a magnetic core, much like the original forces forming Mother Earth. Stronger men find locations near the centre, while weaker followers orbit further back. Many such well-intentioned forces operate on earth today according to My Plan, even as the morning star winking blue, green, yellow and red precedes the dawn. These are like whirlpools sucking in the sheep in preparatory flocks to bring My harvest home. These men need only to identify the idol, then to swing from super-egomania to theomania, and they have it made. Failing a change, they fall with whichever idol they select. Underlying the urgent passion for preservation of ethnic identity, ideological security and denominational superiority, is the very real, silent centripetal presence of My Lady's love. Hers is the call that brings teh faithful home however far they stray - the saving grace, the Divine Mother who, with outstretched hand, holds a never failing lamp to guide the way. Before this wisdom all are little children. Notre Dame belongs personally to each and every one who has ever cried out in sincerity for help, for mercy, for relief of sin. These all belong to her, for these hearts beat as one across the boundaries of dimension, across eternity. The patient mother waits, permitting her children to explore the magnificent mosaic of their newfound home. She smiles as they play, enthralled with baubles of external goals. Only in this way can they mature to full manhood and womanhood, each one a unique jewel. Though ethnic, linguistic and ideological separations appear on the surface of these lives, and though they dwell in far flung lands, across Europe, Asia, America, Australia, and Africa, still they feel the holiness to her commanding presence within, Her unifying love. Evidence of her active presence is well demonstrated in the enthusiastic welcome of the Pope on his pilgrimage to the Virgin of Guadeloupe. In Her name he was greeted by millions of people in Central America - a response carefully observed by governments (from democratic to despotic) with wondering admiration. Common recognition of Mary by Catholic, Orthodox and Moslems, may be the great force which will one day restore the unity of the early Church. Reconciliation of all ideological and religious differences under the direct supervision of the Heavenly Host will be an interesting challenge. I can vouch for their sense of humour. Let's hope it catches on! Also, Sasoleah is drenched in the true essence of the world's religious points of view, from the Atlantean concept on. The essence of Truth, plus the rooting out of error will proceed unchecked, resulting in a form of blue, green, yellow, red mutual appreciation hitherto unexplored, and formerly called worship. Minor, competitive, self-oriented centripetal forces fragment personality. The whirlpools of interest they generate are like raindrops falling into a still pond creating circles of overlapping interests. This forces men to establish personal priorities in their philosophy of life. Family, country, finances, social and personal concerns compete for emotional expenditure, decimating god potency and energetic thrust. I met a man like this the other day. A decent, patriotic family man who likes his job, doesn't drink or smoke, has a hard time getting by, enjoys winter holidays in the sun, which he feels are well deserved, and usually goes to church on Sunday. Now mounting social pressures force him to review his way of life. Something has to give, for indecision has increased inner anxiety, bringing on heart conditions in both himself and his wife. "I try to buy national products but these often cut my purchasing power, so now I go for price. We need that winter holiday to keep us going the rest of the year. "I support the union, but my wages aren't that bad and I don't want to lose time from work. I could work overtime, but it means less time with the family, and extra strain on my wife. I gave up going to church regularly because the rules were so restrictive. And Sundays are such a good time to take the family for an outgoing or work in the garden. Thus are my loyalties divided. "So what's so wrong with my life? What difference could God make for me? What else can He expect?" Well first of all God-orientation would dissolve anxiety and multiply your energy by resolving internal conflicts of frustration and guilt. Each morning you would be awakened by a mind flooding with appreciation of who you are and what you have. The need to maintain your present social position would evaporate. Your wife would be less houseproud, more relaxed. Soon you would find that money would go much farther by cutting numerous frills of ego 'like' demands, an effect soon to be passed on to your children. Even the savings in valium, aspirin, and other patent medicines and cosmetic drug products would help. Items like dress and decor would have less meaning. But even if your external conditions remained the same, the inner change would be as from night to day. Your joy would be to reach the inner mind and harken to the wisdom of your soul. Here you would find a host of complimentary personality facets, with different ideas to help break Super-ego's choking grip. Anxiety evaporates with depth perception. Life takes on a glow of glory. The Sunshine you so love warms from within. The cold dark night of separation from its warmth is done. You are not the man that you perceive. The husband, father, provider, vacationer, nationalist and churchgoer are merely identity garmets which you wear. Self-discovery helps you to cast this weight aside, strip down to essence. Stretch your aching back, long weary of the burden of its load. Individuality is like bright coloured balls of light orbiting the Mind, or Christmas lights which decorate the tree. If you would take just a few steps to explore these ideas the benefits would be immediate.
Individuality is the sum of the characteristics or qualities that set one person or thing apart from the others. When mortal life begins the spirit-child is like a fiery central sun, surrounded by a dark potential universe of void. From this theocentric I am-Mind, the consciousness reaches out to take dominion over its own galaxy. I am is free to choose its own delights, free to delve into as many fields of learning as the great intelligent outflow so desires, in whirling cloured sequences both small and great. Wheels within wheels. The Cosmic Egg, the auric ovoid or spiritual man, expanding with centrifugal outreach, carries the silver threads of spiritual veins to the outer limits of its dominion of consciousness. The spiritual blood flows back and forth from brain to Mind (the heart of the operation, so to speak) filling the infant with constellations of experience. Egocentricity, existential focus without the acknowledgement of Supra-ordinate factor (a lack of spiritual humility), blocks the flow of returning microdots of earth experience to Mind, the sole cohesive centripetal core. This results in a confused, fragmented, chaotic personality without any firm helmsman to steer the craft o'er life's tumultuous sea. The "Seek ye first the Kingdom of heaven and all things shall be added unto you" is a key to the happiness of mankind. Now the coloured coils make perfect sense. In former times the full extremes of Yin-Yang swing from egocentric to theocentric core was never reached. For the macrocosmic egg was still in the various stages of its incubation period, and its perimeter not fully defined. The yellow-red developments of science and advanced technology, which when rightfully applied are perfect servants for mankind, were left till very late. The dress rehearsal of Atlantis had demonstrated the hazards of placing too powerful toys at the disposal of childish games. Like the personal god within each I AM seed, I had to step aside, to let the whole earth story stretch out to meet its destined perimeter of maximum potential creativity, yet reassert command before egotistical infanticide destroyed the whole. During these eons of growth, earth-men fluctuated between egocentric and theocentric goals. These eccentric waverings from one extreme to the other caused returning I am's to have severe identity gaps, great dark holes of consciousness burned out in remorse - incomplete galactic personalities. When speaking of debriefing and rebriefing I imply reflection on the wealth of I AM's dominion of experience. I am- Mind noting areas of strength and weakness in its orbiting panorama of wealth, returned to seek further challenges, filling in the missing constellations in the total galaxy of identity. The ancient philosophy of reincarnation has been fraught with such confusion that it foils the goals of growth which it is meant to serve. For Super-ego fondly seizes upon the idea to promote fantasies of past glory, rather than focusing on efforts in the now. Only when man identifies himself as a co-eternal, co-creative God, putting on and taking off temporary cloak of mortal flesh, can reincarnation make sense. Identification with either the essential or existential is what it amounts to. Upon each return to earth, preconceived notions of like and dislike attachments cause resistance to the sweeping flow of ever-expanding mind territory by trying to keep the brain busily focused on immediate baubles of local interest. Ego acts as a valve to open and close the flowing silver stream of consciousness according to the whim of Lucifer. The Rival, lacking the true cohesive centripetal power of Supra-ordinate factor, assumes direction of the identity, working furiously with factual items in the brain to figure out the game. This is often an exhaustive procedure occupying much sleep time that would be spent in replenishing the spirit. Its favourite way of reaching conclusions is to disregard or distort all data which doesn't fit into the existing logic structure. Thus the injunction of Buddah to his disciples: "Believe nothing which is unreasonable. But reject nothing as unreasonable without very careful examination". In this he expresses his full green-teacher note to warn that yellow, hastily applied, closes the mind to avenues of growth. In the final analysis, individuality is the sum total of radiant characteristics and qualities attained during the 26,000 year period of incubation in the Cosmic Egg. These are indivisible and inseparable from the I AM core. This wealth, carried into milleniam and beyond, is My Harvest of Love. But all of this is past. Like any connoisseur, I set My video tape recorder back to "rewind". The tapes, colour-catalogued in ages, have run the course of human history from Day One onwards. I nod. The waiting herald steps forward with stately grace and lifts the slender trumpet to his lips. I lift the editing scissors and begin the last rerun of the tape. The trumpet blows the final trump, proclaiming it is done. A silent hush falls over the theatre. Then they come forth. From the stalls, the pit, the balcony, from the royal box they come - the triumphant human race o'er history's play, the living and the "dead", as man likes to say. The audience is the players. Each has had his turn before the footlights. Most have played many roles in different acts. They choose to come wearing the most distinctive garment of their favourite role. The tall feathered headdress of the North American Indian is well represented, carried proudly in a rhythmic dance of praise to Kitchenmanitou. A crinoline pirouettes with dun coveralls of a soldier's fatigues. A Viking's helmet nods in animated conversation with rich ostrich plumes. With the trumpet, I AM's closet door is opened to reveal its total wardrobe wealth. Each garment can be taken out at will and worn occasionally from now on. That which provides the greatest satisfaction to the Soul is the order of the day, for we are preparing for a wedding feast, and each will find a partner for the ball. The music coming from the tape is strange at first. Its universal language unfolding over time hits modern ears with unfamiliar pirtch and beat. Then clearly comes the note of Krishna's flute; an oboe returns the call. A cithara blends in and soon Appollo's lyre picks up the tune. Bronze wind instruments of Roman times are followed by gay percussions, cymbals, bells and tambourines tingling their merry way. A zither picks up the theme. A moment's silence. A single horn heralds the deep resonant chant of a Jewish cantor giving birth to what would later be the Gregorian chant. Then come minstrels, troubadours, a merrie roundelay reminiscent of Maypole dances on the village green. As the organ swells, the air trembles with response. A violin calls out into the night pleading for love. Concertos, symphonies of radiant sound pour forth over the assembly. The Mormon choir concludes this portion with the Hellelujah chorus. The birth of the blues adds its own special vibe. Glen Miller fades into the Beatles and thence through Woodstock to the Moody Blues, "watching and waiting for a friend to play with". Music transcends the brain to touch the Mind, reflecting the growth of harmony over the ages as men, responding to the tempo of the times, translate the prevalent ray. Are likewise becomes dynamic, no longer static, starting with the first crude scratchings on the caveman's wall as he beamed reflective consciousness on his world. This single silver thread soon explodes into a multiplicity of colour and design. Technological advances provide new instruments to help creative minds express themselves more explicitly. Photography and the spectacular art of modern motion pictures flash on My screen, ending with a magnificent production of the contents of this Book, superlatively expressed by co-operative artists drawn from every corner of the globe. This alone is recompense for the mammoth pile of clippings on the floor where most commercial motion pictures and television shows reflecting sick humanity will fall, en route to the incinerator. Music expresses the blue ray and art the green. To capture song and art in stone is like taking steam and water and crystallizing these into ice cubes. Music, mathematics and geometry blend into one in perfect architectural design. The yellow mental discipline promotes enduring efficient and beautiful surroundings. My cohort Lyonnais can tell you this. We danced together in our Krishna days, when Pierre was very blue. He came to capture music in stone as Johann Zimmerman, while I took time off to make the Ludwig trip. We waited as late as possible in the game to combine the best of modern technology with ancient graceful artistry of design. We tried to blend the colour of muslim art with suitable grecian notes, all packaged in a rugged medieval silhouette. The goal was to express a timeless universal theme, a mountaintop abode. Only deeds conceived and wrought with deep emotion will endure the structural changes earth is due to make. That's why, in order to ensure our earthly home gainst falling into dust we went to great lengths to oversee every detail of our castles in Bavaria, and to ensure that these were conceived and executed with reverence. Only Mind has enduring impact on life's eternal fabric. Brain is just a temporary tool designed to cope with details of the day, a pocket computer for translating I AM's will to crystallized from. Unless Mind has molded clay with the enduring cohesive centripetal force of love, everything falls to dust. The degree of emotional energy investment in right use of life energy, of, if you prefer the amount of passion implanted in a form, decrees the length of its life. The rule is thus for all things. Certain cats and dogs, for example, have gained the faint beginnings of reflective consciousness from close association with God-man who has invested love-energy in making them respond to his will. In so doing, man invests these creatures with enough cohesive power to maintain the animal in etheric form for sometime after they have passed away. Faint ghostly forms of men are likewise prone to orbit around familiar earthly scenes, beyond the rach of ordinary gaze. The centripetal tug of lesser gods and goals traverses boundaries of the physical and etheric dimensions. For this reason alone it makes no sense to try to chicken-out of destiny by committing suicide. Why jump from the frying pan into the fire when help is close at hand? The original Ahk-Ka-Ba concept was passed from a dying Atlantean culture to remain extant in Egyptian hieroglyphics.
"In Egypt, March 25th was the most holy day of the year. It marked the entry of the Sun (Osiris) into the moon (Isis).
The story of the annunciation was taught by the Egyptian priests as basic ritual in regard to the birth of kinds, each of whom was assumed to be the son of Amon-Ra. Thoth, messenger of the gods, announced to the virgin queen Mautmes that she was to bear a son of Ra who would be called Amon. Whereupon Keph, the Holy Spirit, in company with Hathor, the goddess of love, took the Queen's hands and pressed the crux ansata, the symbol of life, against her mouth, thus impregnating her. Three high priests who brought rare gifts of adoration were present at the birth of Amon.
The priests and the three gifts were symbolic of the three souls or spirits in mankind. Thus it was proclaimed that each individual born possessed a "Ka", the primary spark born simultaneously with the body. A second spirit, the educated soul, was "Ba" which emerged from the body at death to wander abroad. "Ba" could adopt any shape it wished, providing the head (mind) remained as in life (the answer to many crude ancient forms including the Sphinx). The third spirit, "Akh", performed the special task of undertaking the journey into the next world to prepare the way for Ka-Ba to complete the circle of life. At the end of time Ka-Ba rejoined the Akh to become Akh-Ka-Ba.
This belief necessitated careful preparation in the tomb as a man was required to provide for Ka, his earthbound spirit in the body (no mummified), and Ba, his wandering spirit, as they waited for Akh to summon them to their celestial abode where there would be no further need for the tomb and all things it contained.
When ghosts were seen in Egypt, they were considered to be Bas' searching for food because their supply had run out, or they had died without proper provisions.
There was always a quandry about the passive time lapse before a satisfactory Akh-Ka-Ba union could be achieved. The more cautious kinds and queens, princes, priests, and anyone else who could afford it, had tubes built into their tombs so that living relatives, or minor priests paid for the duty, might slip in food and wine from the surface." Keph-A-Ra, pp. 36-38 Although the stage inside the theatre where the epilogue is about to begin is brilliantly lit, and there are twelve entrance doors around the outside, each well-oiled and guaranteed to open with a determined push and there are clearly enough places for all to push, and there are clearly enough places for all to come, the people inside are heavily outnumbered by those outside. Yin peers out from the windows of her tower, a dome-like structure with a 360º panoramic view of the whole earth. With its modern communication equipment i is well keyed to world events. Chester sits at the controls, sending and receiving messages with expertise and well-learned in Viet Nam. The Knights of Ra, My Chosen Ones, are out in force talking with people around the world. They compete in an endurance marathon of talking against time. They know the fuse for take off has been lit, yet linger till the last soul has been helped. Outside the tower it's like a pea-soup fog, the kind which Londoners have come to know so well. Dimly through the grayish-yellow mist Yin can see the huge red outline of the setting sun sinking slowly in the west. Soon night will fall and rescue operations will perforce be ended. She motions Me to stay the fastening of exits ere we take off for millenium with our flock. I watch the expressions flitting across her face. Though ninety-nine percent are in the fold she will not rest until the last returns are in. Her aura strives to reach beyond the boundaries of global atmosphere as Her heart cries out to all the lost children of earth. The Cosmic Sun has set. The gift of free-will reflective consciousness is no more. Clairvoyant eyes still pierce the misty shroud in lingering hope. Many still huddle together out there in the darkness, warmed for a moment by the flickering flame of centripetal candle glowing in the night. Eyes focused on the flame, and strengthened by the sense of common companionship it provides, fail to see the open doors of Mind Theatre beaming forth light like searchlights in the fog. A transparent coloured disk resolves across the beam, turning slowly from blue to green to yellow and to red, in hopes of reaching some responsive note in those outside. But Lucifer has seduced this group with sales talk of special powers and favours. Idol worship, and the golden calf of money mania, have induced these men to blaspheme in every thought colour, to sell their souls for temporal gain - in blue to desecrate the Sacred Soil, in green to worship word instead of Spirit, in yellow to seek justice for themselves before all, and in red to transmit passion into forms of war and lust. All this in return for the promise "All the Kingdoms of the Old World will I give you if you fall down and worship me, the candleflame". The candles, once a foot or more in length, and able to shed light for yards around, grow dimmer now. The wax is spent down to half an inch. The outer rim of more apathetic followers, no longer able to see the flame, slip off into the dark. They find a place to sleep. The diehards, unwilling to accept the termination of their idol, jostle slightly, still keen for one last look before the finished candle sputters out. Yet still they stare in darkness to the spot where once the flame shone bright. Unable to believe the candle done, and knowing of no other source of light, these last few turn upon each other with accusations and justifications. The echoes rumble on long after the light is gone, distracting them from the last possible hope of reaching the lights of the theatre doors before they firmly close.
Revelation 19: 11-21
Revelation 20: 11-15 We know full well how cunningly the dark powers of The Rival have spoiled the earth and blamed the grief on Me. We understand the recoil of intense malignity, they madness which already seeks to destroy itself, and drag as many with it as it can, to gain a bitter exaltation in its power to hurt. To prevent abortion, extraterrestrial guards from planets near and far stand watch over installations of earth's weaponry with steady vigilance. Don't try to force their hand, rulers of earth. Don't threaten scorching sun with candlesticks. It would grieve us to lose even one of you. We love you all. Beloved earthlings take your choice - the candleflame or the Sun. The truth is out. Within the Macrocosmic Egg of Universal Mind the space between The Bride and Groom, the Yin perimeter of creativity and the Yang centripetal force, is filled. We have built a Universe of love for all to share. The Silver veins of light and arteries of Mind, uncluttered now by falsehood or pretense, pump powerful energy from Yang to Yin and return unhindered, clean as whence they left. The Army of Righteousness, the saints who laboured long and sacrificed much to unclog thrombused veins of spiritual truth, rejoice! I AM HERE NOW - returned as KING OF EARTH, no longer subject to the physical limitations of earlier visits. In every age I have come back to open up a new vein of cosmic consciousness for mankind, to raise the frequency of the spiritual sea in which the cosmic eggs are nourished, till the last trump shall proclaim the end of incubation time. I give you one full year to acquiesce. And in mercy grant three more months for distribution and absorption of THE WORD OF LIFE. You will watch earth's time run out either in fear of fascination. The choice is yours. I tell you now of how the end will be. Minor centripetal forces, whirling in ever narrowing cycles will collapse, like dirty water swirling down the drain into the cosmic sewer. The apathetic, with no cohesive force, caught up in the furious centrifugal backlash of My Coming are scattered to the winds as cosmic debris, universal dust. These form the soil for yet another play. For this is what they chose - non entity. The other choice, the end We yearn to see, is a joyful orbiting galaxy of stars, the Theocratic states of earth, each mini universe of its own making, each coming in turn into the focus of the Central Sun - a child, a friend, a lover - as together we enjoy Theocracy. A thousand years, then we reform to begin another cosmic adventure with eternally expanding consciousness for all. Sasoleah and I enjoy our mortal cloak and we intend to make the most of density until the time is come to change. The Chosen will keep everyone informed of how to cope with pressures which the changeover from dense to etheric form precipitates. For this they will need access to many resources to organize and administer massive educational and communication programs, plus willing co-operation in many other ways. Enlist now. After the changeover is complete we look forward to meeting each and every New Earth Citizen, in the way that parents understand. My Lady has sat long upon the nest, and I have paced o'er cosmic corridors at length. The Last Trumpet is the final earth shattering vibe, a great tidal wave of love encompassing all. It will act like a soprano's high "C" note upon a crystal goblet. The trump disintegrates atomic molds which hold the creative essence till the teal has jelled to independent like. the cosmic chicks are ready to discard unwanted shells. Then all the prophets shall be fulfilled. The time is at hand. He that is unjust let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous let him be righteous still: and he that is holy let him be holy still.
And i saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away. Revelation 21: 1
And the Spirit and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely. Revelation 22: 17
I AM ,
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