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We come again to sharpen wits and to trust you will make amend for former misgivings and omissions. We ply our trust once more to see what, then, the chela holds in store as commitment to the fiery will and support of destiny - God's will.
Measure for measure, we stand. We assess the strength and will not commit to weakness or the disobedient ones our strength, our life, our plan.
Some miss the eye of Morya by not looking. Others, too dense to see at all, pass on through as though the master were not standing in the way. I chide the ignorant ones, for ignorance is not a state that need remain.
So much given with so little return. The Karmic Board demands more. And I present a standard which you ought to have presented to yourselves. Failing to perceive the level of initiation, you walked under, instead of leaping over, the bar.
Who, then, will count the winner in the race who does not take his place with those who know the rules and play them to the fullest for the win?
I sometimes wonder how souls who are ostensibly of light can fail to heed our warning again and again and continue to trifle with the life of the messenger by their own self-indulgence. They yet harbor, then, the seed of betrayal. For one-pointedness is the only way to win the goal.
So few by number ought not to allow you to think that our legions are without strength. Rather should you understand how important is God to us in the individual and how much we care for each of you, each one - so much so that we have not filled our numbers with the masses but rather chosen to give our undivided attention to the few.
We expect the same return. Count for count, we expect direct attention and undivided devotion.
The stakes are high but it is not I that will suffer in the end. The stakes are high for your life and your victory. We have already played our own.
So much knowledge. How many people have you contacted? How many have you cared to touch with our light? Is it here, too, that I find the mesmerism of death [to be] the coating of the silent ones who ought to speak at least when spoken to, though they yet commit the sin of not initiating the word when the word ought to be spoken in the defense of Life?
Sometimes you wonder why you may suffer personal adversity. It is because with all our speaking, we have not convinced you in one-pointedness in the way; and therefore, some karma is allowed to fall, like the snow untimely in the East.
New York, you say, is far away. I say, not so far! Only so far as vibration. And some yet contain the vibrations of the city Babylon the great.
I should think it would give you cause for concern. It gives me cause. And I am concerned that you fail to discern the jeopardy of your own soul! For that jeopardy in which you have placed your soul, beloved one, is by the subtle mode of selfishness and self-concern that, without enlightened self-interest, says, "I will help me and mine, and someday it will pay off and I will bring some gift to Morya."
"Someday" will never come - I promise you that! For no grand dream was ever built upon a selfish scheme. Better to give what you have than to save and not give, for the rats will come and eat what you have stored away and it will not be fresh in another day.
Thank God the flow of Life yet flows that you may give today. And do not count that it shall flow forevermore, that when it pleaseth you, you may take some small gift and give to humble beggar that I am - or prince or brother or pilgrim.
Whoever is the LORD is deserving of your undying service and of a selflessness that will place Christ first and not any human person.
Some have made me a human god, entertainment for an ego failing. Some have imaginary conversations with me in which I never speak, yet they hear all manner of my voicings of praise. Others do not hear when I speak, and though I speak loudly they do not wake from their slumber.
They do not know when I speak through the messenger; and therefore, they disregard sometimes the sweetest or the most profound suggestion, so gently laid before their fare, that they could scarcely guess that Morya has passed their way.
What for the messenger, if there is no heeding of my presence? What for, if to continually repeat the same old, same old song?
I will tell her to make a record and then you can play it on your phonograph and hear the same admonishment each time you descend into your self-indulgence. Most likely you will tire of that record and not hear it anymore.
It is sad to think that God becomes a broken record in the midst of his favorite chelas, but it has happened many times before.
I suggest that you take not for granted the masters in your midst. I suggest that you review my dictations, for I have already said all that you need to hear. I am somewhat flabbergasted (to choose a gastric word), for in me something turns to see a chela of many years require the most basic instruction, the most fundamental rebuke, when the Law is clear and plain.
You know not what you waste! You know not that of which you deprive yourselves when you try us to the nth! And those of you who have eyes to see ought not to allow these self-indulgent ones to daily and continually present themselves to us before the messenger; and therefore, as the Law requires, the Guru then must deal with simpletons. At least send the wisest among yourselves if you would have the cup of wisdom filled with the deliberations of our council.
When you are more concerned to show how much weight you have lost to the messenger than to praise the LORD and to be gracious in the presence of Uriel, you ought to depart for a season and hang your head in shame for such an outrage!
You have not seen the messenger in years. Have you nothing else to say except "See, see how much weight I have lost"? Indeed! Shall we subject the entire Brotherhood to such inanities when the world crumbles before you? Are you all so blind as all your peers?
You ought not to be comforted that a messenger is in your midst. It will do you no good at all unless you have the inner resolve. Unless you imitate the virtue of the saints, none can save you, none can carry you anywhere!
If Jesus Christ did not take you to heaven two thousand years ago, do not expect the messenger to perform it today.
You know not the price she has paid. Therefore, do not judge. You have no idea of the levels of consciousness or the inner service ongoing. You ought to fast and pray - and pray that the Lord Christ will send you the eye salve, that your vision might be clear and that you might establish commeasurement with your God.
Why are you so sure of your salvation? What have you done to sustain your oneness with Gautama, the Lord of the World? All of the invocations that the two witnesses have made for ten thousand years will not elevate you to your Godhood.
Notice that I do not exert, even in my ray, the normal thrust to reach you. My voice is sufficient, for I have spoken loudly enough. And you, you have not danced the dance of children nor of Shiva nor of the sage.
But somehow I think you have received too much - too much of Morya, too much of the constancy of our Word and our message.
In the same manner some are entertained with their own self-immortality, often the folly of youth, no concern that all things of this world pass away in due course.
Blessed hearts, consider: the stakes are very high, the dangers are very great. Beyond this, we do not speak. For we have already spoken and still you pipe your tunes. But we do not dance.
Would to God that you should be as some devotees of the East who in a lifetime may receive a single crumb from our table and with this they make sacrifices unheard of and their progress on the Path is great, without any gift of violet flame or any vision of the ascension.
While you make your considerations, we make our own. And changes are in order. May you change for the better.
I take my leave of you, that in the silence of your own temple you might discover my absence and then perhaps seek me and find me as I truly am.
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NOTE: This dictation by El Morya was delivered to the Messenger Elizabeth Clare Prophet April 9, 1982, during the Easter Conclave at Camelot; cassette B8228.