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The flow of thought into the arena of action may be swift or slow, but in either case destiny is mediated. The individual sense of being cast aside, subject to the whims of the elements of primeval force and human consciousness, should be denied by the ascending valor of hope.
Let men learn to hope on the grand scale. They need not be lacking in discernment, as self-deceivers who stumble into pits of delusion; for the story of the men who held their shields on one arm while drinking with the other1 typifies mankind's dual need to have the wisdom of serpents while maintaining the harmless flight of the doves.2
The little bird of hope will gather his companions when he is fed by hands of love. The sign of the cross in the sky, invoked by Saint Francis, was the communion of the inner being, the microcosm of his consciousness, with the Macrocosm, the outer world of natural order.
We are summoning the elect. We call to those who see the world need and who understand the lineup of forces which are bent upon the destruction of order in society and of those guidance systems that of old were framed by wise men.
We have heard the calls of the students in search of themselves, and we are preparing mighty answers this very summer. You know, beloved ones, there is an allegorical summerland of universal love, a haven of refuge from the shadows of mortal thought and feeling, a place where the hand of God can radiate the mystical sweetness of his communion with his servant-sons.
We see how the old Atlantean rebels, with their dark red fires and their fuming smoke, move to obscure the face of reality and we are determined to bring forth the clearness of the crystal stream of divine truth! Using the hand of divine decree, we will cut out the diamond of the will of God for man.
Each one has a plan,
Each one is a man -
Of God-intended, God-defended
Beauty in manifestation.
Roll back the dark clouds of illusion
And the dust, blown by an ill wind of confusion!
Set forth the straight path, the straight knowledge
Before the vanguard of victory
That marshals brotherhood on earth!
Ours is not a game, but a victory factory! Here we manufacture the substance of perpetual progress not in name only, sons of heaven, but in the fulfillment of the Father's business3 do we seek the capture of hearts who will respond to the vibration of beautiful destiny.
In response to your calls, we have struck blows in the name of God for righteousness and justice upon earth. Those who have eyes to see and ears to hear will realize that from the beginning we were winning, as I told you long ago. Even now behind the obscuring screens, you can see evidence of the seeds of victory we have sown, coming up with shoots of hope. Yet we dare not cease the vigil or engage in a release of such tranquillity as we would desire to do. Rather must we, as captains of the Lord's hosts, keep men on the qui vive lest they be caught in unwariness.
Each time that I am wont to spin a tapestry of the beauty of the will of God and of the wonders of his unfolding plan, I am also aware of the forces of opposition that manifest as doubt and unbelief in human hearts. These must be dealt with forthrightly, for too frequently they cause men to take the gravitational route that shatters bone and spirit.
But I cannot resist telling you that the strands of hope are beaming from the high tower of God's reality, that the showing of his magnificence, his coming wavelike in ever-ascending levels of the reality of his musing, is emanating through the universe the pulsations of God and Christ-reality - the reality of the Father and the Son. These pulsations touch the heart, and the auric field is increased.
But oh, how the angels pray that men will shed their willful ways of human thought and feeling so that transmutation can prepare them for the higher way, so that the light that is in them and the light that is given never becomes darkness!
Hold the hand of the thread of light that pierces the gloom, and never let it go; for the joy of song, the laughter of the overcomer, and the sweetness of the face of God await the solitary climber who can unravel the skeins of destiny that are his in a universe whose vastness defies comprehension.
Let us be about the business of knowing by right action!
When we consider the many releases of our love that we have given, when we contrast these with the momentary, ever-present pulsations of God's grace and then combine them as one in the sweet humility of being, we see clearly that men are surrounded with breathing reality, that God lives in the universe and in them, that God lives in nature and everywhere, and that it is only a lack of perception that produces the distortion ring on which the dark ones circle.
They are as mischief-makers at a carnival, whereas the servant-son climbs the stairways to the stars. He is a cosmic astronaut! Requiring no material vehicle for his penetrations, he soars in the oneness of universal reality and then returns to the vessel of responsibility where he can perform his good works in God's name right where he is.
Be clothed, then, with the garments of true humility and hold the chaste mind of a being of Love. Be not discouraged by the vibrations that come from old weavings of imperfection that return to you for redemption. Touch them with fingers of light that make your hand to be the hand of God. Take dominion over the earth,4> as He said, and with a sunburst of magnificent light disperse the veils that seek to enshroud thee! What you give unto yourself, you can give in larger measure unto others. For in the dark, the hand of God is a touchstone that glows 'gainst the velvet curtain of night as a splendid new star.
He has made the day and the night, he has made the greatest light to light the day. This is no reflected reality; it is the clear crystal of hope, the pertinent diamond that every bringer of victory must wear. Bring victory to yourself! It is the will of God. Flick off the passions of the dust, and replace them with the passions of the Spirit!
These are the cords that bind the heart by its own response, that make the heart to cry, "Welcome, O God, I bid thee come!" These ties of immortal love do not repel you from God or man, but they draw you closer to the hour when you can understand the mission of individuality and perceive that within you is a jewel to be cherished, to be polished, to be balanced, and to be shared with all the universe.
This is no Pollyanna dream, no impractical idealism. It is the poetry of action that speaks of the wedding garment of the Lamb, it speaks of an invitation to all men to commune with the King of kings and the Lord of lords. It tells the story of the centuries on the altars of Atlantis, in the temples of Lemuria, and in the swinging censers of the Medes' and Parsis' fiery altars. You hear it in the quiet of a Buddhic meditation and in the cry of the majestic Son upon the Nazarene hillside: "Come unto me, all ye who labour" and it bids the whole world enter into the rest of spiritual faith.5
This rest of action is the continual will of God.