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Chapter 25
Beloved Serapis Bey - June 18, 1967


Pearls of Wisdom - Year 1967
Inspired in
Mark L. Prophet
and
Elizabeth Clare Prophet

25  Beloved Serapis Bey - June 18, 1967

Vol. 10 No. 25 - Beloved Serapis Bey - June 18, 1967
Dossier on the Ascension
13
The Great Electronic Fire Rings
Seraphic Meditations - I

     Unto You Who Would Engage Your Consciousness with the Beings of Fire, the Seraphic Hosts, unto You Who Would Be the Pure in Heart and See God - I AM the LORD Thy God, the LORD Thy God I AM

     And I beheld the great electronic fire rings of the Central Sun.1 I saw the surface thereof as of molten gold, blending with an azure blue. The sky became a sea and, behold, the soft glow as of pale pink roses of living flame bubbling upon the surface beneath, translucent and then transparent; a white-fire core that pulsed and rose and fell with a holy radiance inundated my soul. My eyes I sought to shield from the glorious wonder which I knew to be Reality, Infinity, and Love without end.

     All Knowledge, all Power, all Love going on forever and having neither beginning nor ending were before me. And I saw the naturalness of home, of friends, of family, of all that ever was and is or is to come. Ribbons of interconnecting glory from this gigantic orb spread into space from galaxy to galaxy, from star system to star system, and the song of the music of the spheres moved upon the strings of my heart as a lute of fire. I heard the turning of the seemingly silent spheres and the tones of the cosmic fires, of dead and dying worlds, blended with the nova, the eternally new, the children of space, interstellar systems moving outward into the far-flung deserts where the fractional margins spread apart, yet they were engulfed in the love of the Center.

     My soul was separated from my body, and I understood that all that I had felt to be a tether of solidity and of identification with an integral, "dyed-in-the-wool" consciousness was no more. I roamed through spiral nebulae, through gossamer veils of light, through the flaming hair of the seraphim. I saw the places of the Sun and the turning of empty worlds as well as those that were overly populated with a progressive order of humanity.

     I understood the message of the elder ones and I knew that the consciousness of a little child was the consciousness of the innocent of heart. I knew that the pure in heart should see God2 and that the sophistications of the earth were a curse to my own reality. My heart burst as chunks of ice melted and became a warm liquid that revived all of the hope within my bones.

     O Divine Love, thou wouldst not separate me - no, not for an instant - from the experiences of eternality. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?3 I know now no tethers to keep me from Thy Presence. Thy majesty with me is every man with me, and I with every man pursue the course that leads to Thee.

     Consciousness can move. It can penetrate. It can fly. It can break tethers. It can loose itself from the moorings of life and go out into the sea, the briny deep where the salt tears of my joy are a spume of hope, renewed again and again. I am gladdened as never before, and there is no remembrance of the former conditions. These are put aside as finite, as trite, as a passing fancy of the mortal mind.

     Now I engage my consciousness
With the beings of fire,
With the seraphic hosts -
Now I see God's desire
To be the most intense,
Glowing white radiance -
A furnace white-hot
Whose coolness is my delight.
 

     I see the shadows and the veils
Of human thought and human foolishness
Melt and evaporate,
Vanish in the air;
And all that I AM is everywhere
And everywhere I AM.
 

     Consume in me the dross, O God,
The impure substance of the sod,
The dingy state of mortal fame -
Consume it all, O Mighty Flame,
And take me by the hand right now
And lead me to thy light that glows.
 

     My soul as fairest, sweetest rose
Emits the perfume of creative essence.
Lo, I AM mine own God Presence -
Taken from the flame of Truth,
My vital energies of youth,
My infinite strength is holy proof
That as thou art I, too, shall be -
Removed from all impurity
Until thy very face I see.
 

     I AM the pure in heart,
For the pure in heart shall see God.
And as I join hands
With seraphic bands,
I know that out from the world of illusion,
Confusion, commercialization,
Unrealization, intense prudery,
And retreating fear of the light,
I AM come!
 

     I have overcome fear and doubt.
I stand now clothed upon
With a garment spun of the Sun -
My flesh is clothed with an Electronic
Swaddling Garment:
It electrifies my entire form;
It renews my mind,
My identity with its original self,
And the glow of that Star
That is within me and on my forehead
Is one of hope for the ages.
 

     I come under thy dominion
And all things come under my dominion.
I AM the Lord thy God,
The Lord thy God I AM -
For between the shores of our being
There is oneness,
The oneness of hope that does evoke
A release from all that is not real.
 

     By thy grace, O God, I am made to feel
I am made to heal!
I am made to seal myself
And all that I am
Within a garment of electronic light
Whose impenetrability, bright radiance,
Shining down the dawn of foreverness,
Refuses acceptance
Of any mortal thought whatsoever
That limits my soul,
For by thy grace I am made whole.
 

     Out of the light I am come
And with Thee I am unified to see
Shining down the century,
The corridor of years, of light
Of pralaya, of mantrams, prayers,
And ended human tantrums -
The celestial manifestation
Of God terrestrial
Raised unto the heaven world
Where the ascension currents,
As electronic essence,
Pursue in me every dark chasm
And intensification of mortal passion
Until they are milked -
Placed in the violet-fire caldrons -
And purified as substance of shining light.
 

     O God, here am I, here I AM!
One with thee and One to command
Open the doorway of my consciousness
And let me demand as never before
My birthright to restore.
Thy prodigal son has come to thee4
And longs once again to walk with thee
Every step of the way Home.

     So ends this section of the Seraphic Meditations made for and on behalf of those among mankind who yearn to find their way back to the arms of God.

     Grateful I AM for the opportunity to serve,

Serapis

Footnotes:

1 These meditations are spoken in the first person by the seraphim on behalf of the children of God - they are the observations which supposedly would be made by man if he were to attain the level of the seraphic consciousness. They are intended to be given in prayer form by all who aspire to these heights of glory.
2 Matt. 5:8.
3 I Cor. 15:26, 55.
4 Luke 15:11-32.