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To Those Who Know and to Those Who Have Not Yet Discovered:
Long overdue is this eulogy on The Summit Lighthouse.
Servant of Gods and men, Citadel of Freedom whose Light beams radiate out into the world, gentle teacher of Christ Truth, The Summit Lighthouse stands. Frequently misunderstood by those unwilling to wait patiently for the manifestation of our clearer purpose, its tenets are sometimes carelessly rejected; and in this age multitudes may turn from its seemingly cloistered mystique. But those who wait as wise virgins to buy the oil of the Spirit, to allow the flowering of their understanding to overtake and engulf their misunderstanding, will stand rewarded for aye.
Meaningful symbol, Lighthouse of the world! Honoring the Christ and flooding forth, as a pillar of fire or a cloud of witness, the radiant inward image which can be grasped, and whose hand can be held by every man and woman, it shall enthrone the living God within the garment of skin and the transient mind of a people grasping for hope.
Hope's star burns brightly within the lantern of the Lighthouse and a true charity that transcends all personality. The Light beams radiate afar, binding together lands and peoples. The services of radiant healing invoked by the sons of God in and out of embodiment bring the kingdom of heaven nearer to the world, as close as men's own hearts.
Those who are willing to cast caution to the wind, allowing their consciousness to float as a vapor through a cosmic doorway, will find that they can discover at last the Reality behind the seeming facade of mere stone and masonry, upholding for all to view the Light of the world, the living Christ.
Through thousands of years the failures of Christianity have been legion, but the failures of Christ have been none. He remains the hope of the world, a living, pulsing Flame against brutality, against violence, and against man's inhumanity to man. Often it happens in the world of form that those who profess to do the will of God exhibit hatred and discourtesy on sight to those they consider far from cosmic grace.
The Summit Lighthouse, as a breathing, living, Christlike image, extending its beams of hope to man, welcomes all who can accept the Truth that
God is our Father
And I AM His son,
A creation of His own Heart.
He, the One, once again will start
The spirals of rising thoughts
That fall not to despair.
Gathering faith -
Yes, whispering a prayer,
These reach up without fear.
They climb - the stars their goal -
Transform the soul
From mortal bondage days of clay.
The glorious Golden Way brightly beams,
Its heavenly lovelight gleams.
Myth, illusion, shadow, pain -
These uncertainties let none claim;
For only Life as God Flame,
I AM clearly sayeth,
Reveals the way, the cosmic game
Of God who playeth
That all may win,
O'ercoming sin's delusion,
Specters' haunting confusion,
Revealing now Light's eternal glow!
Fashion heaven's garment here below
To wear adornment of the Gods, immortal, fair.
The living Christ lives on,
Man glows, respondent
To the Light of cosmic dawn.
It has not all been said, but almost daily
From the great fountain altar of The Summit
Flows a point of contact with Our World.
No dogma fruitless,
Separating heart from heart,
Is ours to impart,
But always cosmic law
Confirming all that God has wrought
In olden days
And in the days of Christ Jesus,
Refusing to labor fruitlessly
For mere personal, selfish gain.
The Light we send lives on to reign
A thousand years or just a day;
For mankind's cares can simply slip away
Into the stream of perfection pure, serene,
That is the Image Most Divine.
Dwelling in the veils of time
As a duality - the veil rent in twain
Betwixt the inner and outer court of the temple
Does sustain
A Hall of Unity.
Let none profane this purity or mistake these efforts for mortal ones; for The Great White Brotherhood places its supernal seal upon The Summit Lighthouse as an avenue of such cosmic virtue as to claim it holy. It shall stand as a mantle of white Light upon the face of the earth. Its Light rays shall penetrate with cosmic worth through the dark night of human density, dispelling all of the concentration of mortal intensity until at last, gleaming brightly through the mists of time, it will stand in full view, the symbol of man's worth to God.
He gazes upon the sparrow in flight. Each soul, precious to Him, humbling itself and aware of the perfection of the Divine Image, can and shall, by the hand of every Ascended Being, receive such assistance as God would give to every man. Thus shall the ancient prophecy be fulfilled, "Yet shall not thy teachers be removed into a corner any more, but thine eyes shall see thy teachers."1 The beginning of the Masters' step through the veil into human reality, into mortal view, is the activity of The Summit Lighthouse.
The Summit is a symbol of the great divine heights abiding within the soul of each man and each woman. Let none fear to climb these heights nor to forsake the valleys below; for crowning with the brilliance of cosmic genius, the fires of regeneration, emitted from the altars of the living God in the City Foursquare, do radiate out everywhere the precious reality of the I AM Presence.
Outer organizations may come and go; but the golden Light of the everlasting dawn emanating from the Ancient of Days, from the heart of Enoch, the seventh from Adam, and from each man's own heart shall reveal to him the glory of God in His purposes. His goal is to educate the youth of the world, to free mankind from the bondage of false claims, from the pitfalls of psychicism, from illusion and confusion, from darkness and hatred and all that is unreal. And this shall be the service of The Summit Lighthouse. For here is dispensed by divine grace, and divine grace alone, the Word of God progressively revealing contact with our eternal Brotherhood for the purposes of enthroning within all the redeeming, living, vital virtues of the Christ, by whom all things were made, and without whom was not anything made that was made.2
Eternal valor be ever yours, each one.
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on its outer point, some miles away,
The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
Even at this distance I can see the tides,
Upheaving, break unheard along its base,
A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides
In the white lip and tremor of the face.
And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
Through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light
With strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!
Not one alone; from each projecting cape
And perilous reef along the ocean's verge,
Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,
Holding its lantern o'er the restless surge.
Like the great giant Christopher it stands
Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,
Wading far out among the rocks and sands,
The night-o'ertaken mariner to save.
And the great ships sail outward and return,
Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells,
And ever joyful, as they see it burn,
They wave their silent welcomes and farewells.
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
Still grasping in his hand the fire of Jove,
It does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
But hails the mariner with words of love.
"Sail on!" it says, "sail on, ye stately ships!
And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse,
Be yours to bring man nearer unto man!"