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My Beloved Sons and Daughters,
So there are times when you do not feel like going on. The light seems far away, and you question your favor with heaven. The weight of returning misdeeds seems heavy on the scale of manifestation, and the comforting word far away. And on top of it all a spirit of fatigue adds to your outer distress and inner turmoil.
If, then, the words of the ascended ones seem to you to be as platitudes, as oft repeated statements, believe it not; for God loves you and his love is tender, sweet, and understanding. Those who have erred much in the past, who come to him now with heavy burdens, he will not turn away. The children of the light, the elder brothers of the race, the ascended masters, and the comforting angels are also real. They will not turn you away so long as you do not turn yourself away from the light. And herein lies the danger.
Man is made to feel by conspiratorial circumstances that all is lost, that he is cast out, that seedtime has come, summer and harvest, and that his fruitage is lacking. But the love of the Infinite, the eternal plan, and the etchings of tests must be taken into account. For the soul must be given the opportunity to have her fullest test in the realm of experience.
We are not forbidden to reach out into the domain of men and to extend a more than ordinary passion toward embodied mankind. Have we not walked the via dolorosa? Have we not stood in the presence of the living God? Have we not lingered in the valleys and watched from the snow-crowned summits as the sun went down, washing in splendid gold the land, the air, and the sea?
Oh, blessed ones, if only you would understand as you look at the lamps lit in the heavens that the fingers of God that placed them there - so far away from this terrestrial globe - are as near as the doorway of your hearts. If only you would understand that the fingers of God reach out to the meek and the lowly, to the poor and the tired, to the despairing and the joyous. For the fingers of God touch also the joyous lest they be lifted up to such a height that they could not bear a descending cycle.
The sound of far-off worlds is heard in the hearts of the lonely ones, and they are lonely no longer. The collapse of the universe into the microcosm of man is the surrender of the Eternal One to the individual. The flame caresses the soul. And as God draws nigh within the flame, understanding is born and all of the pieces of the strange puzzle of life rise into place as a cosmic picture of celestial hope.
"I AM the way," he said.1 My son spake thus, and the Christ of every man that spoke in him speaks yet today. I, too, in the name of the Spirit of the Resurrection, hold the immaculate concept for every one who loves God. And how wondrous is the love of God! It is a mother's kiss planted on the forehead of a child. It is the tenderness of a father's watchful care as the fever breaks with the dawn and the heart is flooded with the promise and the hope of a new day. Things will be better. The angels, too, whisper hope to the listening hearts of men and, midst turmoil and confusion, the artistry of God is seen afresh.
I cannot, in these dark hours of the nations, refrain from reaching out to touch individual man. While many are concerned with national crisis, with world-shaking events, to me - to a universal Mother - each child is important and, as a representative of the Divine Mother, I must express her love to each one.
To go and do likewise2 is to place your hand in the hand of the trembling ones who grope in the dark. They have no one else to turn to among men but yourselves. In the days to come, many will reach out into the dark to touch the hand of God and they will find your own. The chain of the Spirit must not be broken whether from near or far. Wherever the cry rises up the answer must come, hope must be bestowed, and tears wiped away. The blindness of despair must be shown to be a passing thing.
The universal plan lingers in the air, but it is also in the hearts of men. Little light rays from near and far are pulling together the scattered pieces of universality. God's will is being done, even when men tremble and quaver and react as though the darkness in them were real - as though they must protect it from the covetous ones who would steal the shadowed misconceptions of their worlds because they, too, believe that they are real.
Nothing is real, blessed ones, but the light and the truth and the Spirit of God. His love transcends all things in life. The sting of death cannot stand before the face of God, for he is life. And as the untoiling lilies are arrayed in white, in fragrant garments, so will everyone be whose faith is deep enough to move the heart of God, to evoke a response from him.
He knoweth your needs before you ask. Yet they do not always seem to manifest. What is the reason, blessed ones? There is no reason, for they do manifest. God responds at his level with the immediate answer to every need of men, but they must learn the art of finding it, of accepting it, of receiving in grace the divine "yes" or the divine "no." And sometimes the "no" is greater than the "yes," for God knoweth what is best for men. And if they wisely ask, "Do unto me whatsoever is best - not my will, but thine, be done,"3 they may meet their Gethsemane, their Golgotha, their via dolorosa, but this will be followed by the resurrection, by the ascension, and by unity with truth. "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."4 Let us remember his words always.
Lovingly, I remain your Mother,