Friday, December 30, 2005, 9:16 PM PST

     In 1991, America, under the leadership of then President George Herbert Walker Bush, took out his needle and thread, and used to it to sew a thick layer of distrust and bitterness into the psychology of the Iraqi Shiite majority. No one could really estimate how deep that layer of distrust and bitterness would turn out to be. But we found out just how substantial it was, when to our surprise, we did not greet the millions of celebrating Iraqi's that we expected to see in the streets when U.S. Forces rolled over Saddam Hussein's Army, and into downtown Bagdad in the latter part of March 2003. We really believed it was going to be like Paris in the summer of 1944. It should have been.

     Sure there were a few who danced in the streets. A few hundred at most. I watched all the coverage closely, and I believe that's a generally accurate characterization. Nevertheless, regardless of the mediocre level of support manifest, but in a sincere and genuine effort to discount the views of the war's critics, some people like to point to what little support there was, as if it were significant, even I have been known to do that (in support of a firm conviction that the Iraqi people want to live in freedom). But let's be realistic. This is like the owner of a ski resort forcing himself to be happy with a dusting of snow, when he needs at least two to three feet to make the skiing comfortable. And I suppose that we could find an interesting parallel in this metaphor in the rough going that we've encountered in subsequent months and years. When you have two to three feet of snow, the experience is quite happy and enjoyable. When you only have a dusting, and the clouds of destiny withhold the rest, well, some people ask, what's the point? This is no fun at all. Let's go home.

     In pointing to this obvious fact, that our expectations were not met in this respect, there are some who conclude from it, that the Iraqi people, in general, don't want us in their country, that they don't want our help. But that is an erroneous conclusion. The right conclusion is this. Their lack of overtly expressed enthusiasm (at being set free from a brutal dictator) was a signal to us, that their state of mind was ruled far more by distrust, than by any sense of happiness. Certainly they wanted to be free from Saddam Hussein's terror network. But if they are not sure, if they have no faith, that our presence there, will really give them that freedom, the waters of jubilation simply cannot flow. And so, in most every Shiite mind, the question at hand is this. Is America going to betray us again? If that is possible, I am not going out on the streets, I am not going to show my hand, no, not until I am sure that America means business this time, and will stand by us to defeat these thugs. Given America's (more recent) history, that is certainly not a sure thing.

     It seems to me, that you could not expect to have a greater illustration of the depth of distrust and bitterness associated with that 1991 betrayal, when you compare it to the peoples of the north, in what is termed Kurdistan, where the U.S. enforced a no-fly zone for the next 12 years, denying the use of Saddam's air power in that region, while allowing helicopter gun ships in the south to mow down Iraqi Shiites by the tens of thousands. Look at that disparity. In the Kurdish north, America is the hero. There is no question about it. In the north, they love America. But in the South, America is distrusted. They betrayed us before. Will they betray us again? Will they leave us to face Saddam again, without their promised support? Even those who have been set free from Saddam Hussein at least for the time being, they are not really sure. For them, just like the people of Missouri, seeing is believing. They saw and heard an American President stand up and rally them to the battle, with the direct implication of American support, of at least America's uncontested air power, which was in the region at that time in full force. And they rose up, they put their lives on the line. They were going to take their country back. But America stood back, and allowed Saddam Hussein's helicopter gun ships, and remaining tank crews to mow them down by the tens of thousands. This is what they saw with their own eyes. And seeing is believing. America betrayed them.

     Americans perhaps tend to turn their faces away in shame, trying to make believe this never happened. Yet, the Iraqi people lived this, and they remember. It is part of their history.

     It is really amazing to consider the actual magnitude of that crime of betrayal which was perpetrated upon the Iraqi Shiite Majority of that day, and then to listen to the American strategy makers, on both sides of the political divide in this country, speak about the situation as if this factor did not exist. I know coffee is not supposed to be that good for you, but if any of these people are coffee drinkers, I would admonish them to wake up and smell the java.

     These people, the Iraqi people, have in their history, an actual historical event, wherein America betrayed them, and tens of thousands of their people were slaughtered because of it. How can you forget that? How can you forget that? It's as if we expect them to forget it. But they did not forget it. If they cannot forget it, how do they spin it? How do they rationalize it? How do they characterize it? No matter how they do it, America does not come off the good guy.

     Forget theory. Forget wishful thinking. Let's get into bed with human nature, skin to skin. In many respects, the person who you think is your friend, who turns around and betrays you, will invoke a much more intense reaction of disgust in your heart, far more than the person who you know is your enemy who is going to try to outright kill you. Really, isn't that true? Isn't there something much more dirtier and disgusting about betrayal, than any other kind of crime? I think so. It bites deeply into the emotions, like a sharp stinger that never gets pulled out. Look at our own history. Who is the greatest villain that we have? Isn't it Benedict Arnold who betrayed the cause of American Independence? Isn't that stinger still lodged in the American psyche? I believe it is.

     Americans got pissed off to the max, when Osama bin Laden took out about 3,000 Americans on September 11, 2001. And we say, we will never forget, and we should never forget. Yet the Iraqi people are supposed to forget the fact that an American President betrayed them to the tune of tens of thousands of their countrymen? That is ludicrous. Perhaps the Iraqi's that we deal with, are smart enough to be polite, in as much as we are there now, and trying to do our best. And perhaps our diplomats have said the right words in private, and made the right assurances in private, and I suppose this has to be the case, or nothing at all would be getting done on the ground in Iraq if that were not the case. But the idea that this has been forgotten? Hogwash.

     So let's be clear about this. The difficulties that we face in Iraq today, are primarily the direct result of this factor. People are very reluctant to come forward in a public way in support of the American mission, because they are not sure if we will be there tomorrow. They are just not sure.

     There is one thing they are sure of. If Saddam Hussein ever comes back to power, or any of his supporters, and if they themselves can be identified as helping America in any way, well, they will be killed as sure as the sun rises in the morning. They are quite sure of that. And so, to counter this, they need an assurance on the other end of the table. They need to know that Saddam Hussein will never come back to power. They need to know that the supporters of Saddam Hussein will never come back to power. They need that assurance, and given the state of circumstances, only America can give them that assurance. And if America gives them that assurance in words, the only way America can make good on it, is to stay the course, day by day, month by month, year by year, proving by effort and sacrifice, America's commitment to a total victory. It's the same the world over. In every culture, there are those who talk a good talk. But the question is, will they walk the walk? This is a universal question. For the Iraqi people to step forward with some confidence, and in the numbers that would accelerate progress on all fronts, they need that assurance. And so, the question is, are they sure that America will stay the course this time? And the answer is, they are not sure.

     They only have one experience, and that experience was one of betrayal, and it was a betrayal highlighted, like with a bright yellow highlighter that you use to make text stand out on a page of pure white paper, by the fact that to the south, America came to the rescue of Kuwait, and to the North, America came to the rescue of the Kurds, but as to them, in the middle and southern regions of Iraq, the American President encouraged us to fight, but did not lift a finger to help us. And we remember the tears associated with the death of tens of thousands of our best people. Our best people.

     And you can be sure that the debate we're having in America today, led by the National Chairman of the Democrat Party, Howard Dean, who is full of despair, who is convinced we can't win, and wants America to pull out of Iraq tomorrow, telegraphs a message to our friends in Iraq, which is not a confidence builder. It tells them that America's presence in Iraq today, hangs by a thread, hangs by a thread, and the spirit of betrayal could pull our chain in a minute and we would be out of there, leaving them to fend for themselves once again. Does anyone wonder why, even though they might believe in a Democratic future in Iraq, that more Iraqis don't enthusiastically and publically side with America? It is because they fear that America will betray them again. They see America walking the high wire of friendship and loyalty, they see us swaying back and forth on that tight rope right now, and they see, that at any moment, the protection America affords them for the time being, could be withdrawn, and they may well face the Saddamists yet again, they may well have to look down the barrels of those guns again (with no back up, with no defense), and their only hope of survival is in appearing that they oppose America today.

     Those Iraqi's who read history books, they know about Vietnam. They are actually very well educated people. And here is another factor, that within their own minds, weighs down the scale to the side of betrayal, because in Vietnam, America totally abandoned her former friends there, and the country was overrun by the Communists, and all those who had worked with America for the freedom of South Vietnam, well, the Communists had lists, and if your name was on that list, you were dead. And all totalitarian movements, even the fundamentalist Islamic totalitarian movement keeps those kinds of lists for the day they have the power in their hands. All who look to be the helpers of America will die.

     Because of America's betrayal of her friends in South Vietnam, because of America's betrayal of the Iraqi Shiites in 1991, because the very son of that betrayer has led American troops into Iraq again, because he does not speak to this issue, because he is seen to be slowly bending to the calls for withdrawal from his political opposition at home, the element of distrust in the Iraqi psyche is not diminishing. Or more precisely, this wound, inflicted by the 1991 betrayal, is not healing. It still festers below the surface.

     Clearly, the efforts of American soldiers on the ground are great confidence builders in many respects, and day by day, trust is being rebuilt. Yes, by real Americans. But still, for the Iraqis there is reason to remain wary. America was on the ground in Vietnam for more than a decade, and one day, they simply left their friends to face their fate. After about ten years, the will of America was broken by their Communist opponents, and no ties of friendship or loyalty could arrest the urge to skedaddle. In this situation, the will of America appears to be teetering, and very precariously, after only two years into the endeavor. So, they cannot be sure. This is a major problem.

     President George W. Bush, a true friend of freedom, and no mistake, has to meet this issue head on. He must make a concerted effort to force his attention to take in the real existence of this wound, and to devise a strategy for its healing. Not a strategy to distract attention from it, but a strategy to actually heal it. The level of certainty in the Iraqi heart that America can be trusted to stand with them over the long term, must be increased ten fold, if our efforts there are going to be a success. Make no mistake about it. President George W. Bush is in control here. Whether the magnificent level of gratitude which the Iraqi heart is capable of expressing, can be fully unleashed, is largely up to him. And this is important, because gratitude is the substance of loyalty, and the principles of freedom cannot be championed without it.

     I believe that President George W. Bush needs to get this issue fully into the open. He should say to the Iraqi People, I am very sorry. My father, whom I love very much, nevertheless, made a horrible mistake. I know, the United States could have at least offered the support of our air power. Our forces were right there in theater, and in great force. We could have taken out the dictator's helicopters and so forth, and you would have had a fighting chance. Certainly, we did that for the people of Kosovo, we could have done that for you. But the sad fact is, my Dad, and his advisors did not want you to win. They thought Iraq would be better off with Saddam Hussein in power. Something about the region being more stable. I know. A fool's illusion. The only true stability there is, is the stability associated with freedom. And so, I agree with you, that his decision to withhold our military support from you at such a critical juncture, was an outright betrayal of the spirit of freedom in Iraq. I agree with you, that the leader of America, in 1991, deceived you into believing that we would come to your aid, given the rules that govern the spirit of friendship between all freedom seeking peoples. And so America, as a nation has an obligation of atonement which I am officially recognizing. I offer the deepest apology of my nation, and I want to ensure you that America stands with you today, and as long as you need our help, you will have it. I make this commitment to you, that we will not leave your side, until you say to us, GO! We are here to help put things right, and to stay, and not to retreat, until they are put right. The price of liberty is high. We will share that cost with you and do so with a genuinely dedicated heart.

     President Bush needs to speak this important message from the Oval Office. And to make sure that accurate translations are made into Arabic.

     America is a good nation at heart, and President George W. Bush would give the Iraqi people a good illustration of this by such a speech.

     Now, there's a real irony contained in the reason why President George W. Bush hasn't made a peep about this thus far, and perhaps, won't ever. It's family loyalty. Ironically, this is exactly the force that opposes the victory of democracy in Iraq. There they call their families, tribes. And tribal loyalty is the thing that has ruled their actions for hundreds of years. If there was any one thing that made it impossible to overcome the totalitarian power of Saddam Hussein, it was the inability of the people to unite, and this was because of factional loyalties. And it is even more ironic today, that there is this big push now, to make sure the new Iraqi security forces are making their decisions based on the needs of a democratic state, and not based on what they perceive are in the best interests of their tribe.

     President George W. Bush needs to make this decision, not on the basis of what is in the best interests of his tribe, but on what is in the best interests of truth and honor.

     It's tough. And I would not want to be in his shoes. How tough is it? The more honest the heart, the tougher this decision will be. And President George W. Bush has an honest heart, and that honesty is illustrated by the fact that America is in Iraq today to help the Iraqi people win their freedom. To that extent he has already vetoed his father's previous conclusions. Not in words, but in action. But he knows just as well, that words can, and do form the blueprint for future relationships. And his mind, being at the center of the strategy of victory, can see too clearly, that on the one hand, one of the most important things he could do to help things to move forward in Iraq, is to admit this outlandish betrayal perpetrated by his father in 1991, and to make an apology from the Oval Office, and perhaps designate a day of remembrance, and the building of monument in Washington D.C. to commemorate those who gave their lives for the freedom of Iraq in 1991. The monument should clearly indicate this truth, that the former President George H.W. Bush encouraged the Iraqi people to rise up, and then refused to come to their aid as tens of thousands were mowed down by Saddam Hussein's helicopter gun ships.

     But on the other hand, if he did that, he would have his Father on the phone in a matter of minutes, cussing him out, up one side, and down the other, accusing him of betrayal. That's right betrayal. You can hear him shouting over the phone, just inside of your head, as you imagine this, and you know he can get angry, "You betrayed your own father, you slimy spineless good for nothing ungrateful little twirp. You are, as of this moment, disowned. I am taking my name back. You are no longer a Bush. You will have to get yourself another name. You will not be a part of this family any more. You are now not only a fatherless child, but a child without a family. Your family will forget that you ever existed. I gave you everything you ever had. Yet you drive this dagger of public dishonor right through my heart. I think I hate you more than my good friend Teddy Kennedy, if that's possible. You ungrateful piece of bleep. See how that feels." and the phone slams down hard. And as President George W. Bush imagines this exchange, he balls up the speech and throws it into the trash can.

     I believe President George W. Bush knows the importance of gratitude, and has a heart that extends it in some abundance, and his father, notwithstanding his faults, had been a target for that gratitude for a long time. It's almost like he is being asked to betray a very fundamental level of gratitude that defines his very being. And it may appear so. And so the choice is excruciating.

     A tougher thing no President has ever been asked to do. But the victory of our mission in Iraq demands it, and this fact will tear at his conscience in a merciless manner, especially as the mass graves continued to be unearthed, and he is reminded, as the Iraqi people are reminded, that these are the mass graves of the Shiites who his Father betrayed into the hands of Saddam Hussein in 1991.

     When family ties are put above the truth, that's when democratic institutions break down. That is when the cause of freedom itself is betrayed.

     On another note, I was reading an argument made by some theological PHD on why reincarnation doesn't make any sense, specifically in regards to the fact that you cannot remember your past lives. His argument was, if you can't remember your past lives, how could the principle of reincarnation be true? I suppose the life of Benedict Arnold himself serves as an adequate illustration of this, but here is another good example, in former (no new taxes) President George H. W. Bush.

     Yes, his situation gives us a real life example of why reincarnation, and the memory loss associated with it, not only makes sense, but represents an ultimate statement of mercy on the part of God our Father. President George H. W. Bush, who is just as much a child of God as anybody else, played the role of betrayer in 1991, and he has the blood of tens of thousands of Iraqi Shiites on his own hands. The Judgment of God on this point will be tough all by itself. He will have to atone for that somehow. Why add to his burden the possibility that other human beings who were aware of this crime, could hound him for all time because of it?

     And so, we can see a reason here, that explains why we can't remember our past lives, and that is because God our Father does not want us, or our enemies, to remember the really stupid and destructive things we have done. He wants every new life to begin with a perfectly white piece of paper, on which the soul can write a new story, if he is so inclined. Of course, the aggregate soul psychology, with its general affinities carried forward, tries to push the soul into the same old ruts. The idea is, in the new life, that new experiences, and new levels of education, will give the soul a new perspective, and when he finds himself under the pressure of these old personality traits once again, that he will be in a position to see the folly of that course, and thereby, have the opportunity to forge a new path, and to make a right decision. And that way, over the course of many lifetimes, the soul builds up quite a momentum of making right decisions which are in harmony with the plans and purposes of God for his children on this planet, a very high priority being to do whatever it takes to get people into a situation of freedom. And that applies to people in every nation, as they are all God's Children. You see that the current President George W. Bush, does have such a momentum stored up, and within reach when he needs it.

     Now, it could very well be that this experience of public dishonor in this life, delivered to the father, the former President George H.W. Bush, by his own son, the current President George W. Bush, will be the lesson that finally breaks his pride, something that his soul desperately needs, providing a solid handle to grasp and to pivot on, like the implements which handicapped people require in their homes without which they would be totally immobilized, that will finally enable him to face that aspect of darkness within himself, which has to be a Denial of God's Relevance, or perhaps even a denial of God's Existence, a labyrinth of divine emptiness at any rate, the intellectual and emotional force of which, pressed and cajoled him to make a decision that cost the lives of tens of thousands of good people, and forced them to live under the heavy boot of tyranny for many more years, making "America" a dirty word in their hearts potentially for generations. There's a black hole there, and it needs to be filled with light. Look at what reaches and speaks though these black holes of human pride, and the condition of divine neglect that always characterizes them. It is not the voice of God, but the voice that counsels the betrayal of God's Children.

     Well, let the truth prevail in all of its dimensions. That is the only sure path into the Light. Even the Light of Freedom.

     May you pass every test. And don't forget to visit the pearl while you are here.

Friday, December 30, 2005, 5:53 PM PST

     Yes, things are violent in Iraq.

     But it's not like things were not just as violent or even more so in Saddam Hussein's Iraq.

     Certainly no suicide bombers. No car bombs. No IED's.

     But violence nevertheless.

     Saddam Hussein's violence, the violence of a well organized totalitarian government occurs largely behind closed doors. The streets seemed quiet, eerily quiet, even as the prison walls pealed with the unheard screams of pain and terror of those captured and imprisoned for the crime of loving freedom.

     When an opponent of Saddam Hussein's regime is picked up, he's arrested in the dead of night behind closed doors. He is whisked into a waiting van and travels to the prison, behind closed doors. He is whisked into the prison, and the door slams behind him, and the violence that the regime does to him, the beatings, the torture, the threats against his family, and finally the death blow, it is all done behind closed doors. Even the burial ritual is done behind closed doors, where the body is unceremoniously dumped into a mass grave, and the bulldozers cover it over, and the fate of the person and the entire chain of violence that has accompanied his death, remains unknown to the world at large.

     Saddam Hussein inflicted massive damage upon the Iraqi people, but most of it was done behind closed doors. The people had no recourse. They could not fight back. Their hands were always tied. And the blows fell upon them without mercy. And they had to accept death, at the hands of his executioners, without choice.

     Today those who formerly inflicted that damage upon the Iraqi people, in support of the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein, have been thrown out of power. Today they have no power to arrest people in the dead of night and to cart them off to prison to do with what they will. Today, they must commit their violence against the Iraqi people largely out in the open, and through the most cowardly means, suicide bombings, car bombs, and IED's.

     Yes, the violence is far more out in the open than it was before. That's certainly true. That's one of the main differences between then, and now. But make no mistake about it. The source of the violence, whether behind closed doors then, or more out in the open now, it is the same source. The people who are committing the violence against the Iraqi people, it is the same people, the same blind and savage instruments of the beast of tyranny who served Saddam Hussein, but now, having no fortress sanctuaries, no tanks, no artillery, no helicopter gun ships, none of the instruments of mass intimidation that they had before, they are on the run, forced to flee from house to house, and what fighting they can do, they are forced to do out in the open, where the Iraqi people themselves have a chance to get a clear shot. And that points to another difference. Today, the Iraqi people have the opportunity to defend themselves. They can now fight back, something they could never do before. Their hands are not tied. They have weapons in those hands today. And in this respect, it is much better situation, ask them, they will tell you, it is far better to be able to defend yourself, than it is to have to accept death out of the muzzle of a thugs AK-47, even though the violence today, in general, is more out in the open than it was before.

     This is the poll question that really matters. Are you better off today when you have the help of the Americans to fight off the Thugocracy of Saddam Hussein, as compared to the days when every person in Iraq had to accept beatings, torture, and death at the hands of Saddam Hussein's henchmen, having no ability to defend yourself, having only the empty opportunity to beg for your life? Were you better off then, or are you better off now? Are you better off today when you have the help of the Americans to train you, and to arm you, so you can defend yourselves against the Thugocracy of Saddam Hussein, and even defeat that Thugocracy, as compared to the days when every person in Iraq had to accept beatings, torture, and death at the hands of Saddam Hussein's henchmen, having no ability to defend yourselves, having only the empty opportunity to beg for your life, and when your pleas were denied, your only comfort came when those sadists promised not to rape your wife and your daughters if only you would kiss the portrait of Saddam Hussein as you slipped away into the arms of death? Are you better off then, or now?

     May you pass every test. And don't forget to visit the pearl while you are here.

Friday, December 30, 2005, 11:42 AM PST

     This is the original version of our shortest Violet Flame decree which we have used since 1958 I believe. Perhaps it even goes back into the I Am Movement.

I Am a Being of Violet Fire
I Am the Purity God Desires

     Try out this new second stanza. It's a perfect fit, both rhythmically, aesthetically, and in terms of purpose, intent, and the Will of God our Father.

I Am a Being of Violet Fire
I Am the Son that God Desires

     And for our sisters, the following is appropriate.

I Am a Being of Violet Fire
I Am the Daughter that God Desires

     I know that there is a tremendous amount of resistance to the process of integrating our hearts, minds, and souls, with this Truth. The hearts of the fallen angels, and their servants radiate out into the astral plane a counter force that bends the will and the minds of the Children of God away from this great reality to the great sorrow of our Heavenly Father and Mother. And as people, by the millions live this false life, veritably as the offspring of primordial goo, this places into the mental and emotional atmosphere an additional and particularly stubborn recalcitrance in this area. And so, our affirmations must carve their way through these layers of falsehood which have accreted around our chakras. And therefore to find the gold of real truth, its just like the miner, who must make the effort to dig deeply, every day, and without fail.

     And there is certainly a reward to this. And it benefits all life. Your awareness becomes a lense through which Divine Reality becomes more clear, and more clear, and more clear.

     For example, as I was in the midst of giving this newly revised decree, while I was shaving and brushing my teeth, and so forth, and contemplating the buoyancy of great happiness in which I found myself, and this was associated I think primarily, with the real possibility, that I would again, one day, know the comforting arms of God my Father and Mother around me once again, their loving hugs, which I could almost feel at that moment, which I look forward very much to receiving once again, and perceiving in this respect, a portent of divine reality, which was both tangible, and at the same time at a distance, I was given to see a very interesting thing in relationship to a certain group of people with whom I had only interacted with at a very mundane level in the past.

     But before I tell you what I saw, I would just take a moment here to expand somewhat on this idea of a waiting period, as it were, which I have just referred to, which I believe is explained by the principle, as above, so below, which suggests that what is actually true in the absolute, in terms of divine reality, is actually mirrored in this lower world in many ways. And in this respect, I see that there is a metaphor embodied in the structure of life that explains this waiting period to our minds, and helps us to understand it. In the physical world, we have husband and wife conceiving a child, and the child develops within the womb of the woman. I won't go into the details, in as much as I think most of you know how that comes about. At the very early stages of development, it is surely true, that the parents love the child which they have conceived, and they look forward to giving that child a big hug. And that is my point. The child, for some time, is too small, and in some respects out of reach, and its senses are not sufficiently developed, where it can receive the hug of the parents, nor fully appreciate it. And so it is with us. As the Christ Identity develops in us, in fetal form, we are not sufficiently developed, for a time, to fully receive the actual hugs of the Divine Parents, the Most High God, in the person of God our Father, and Mother, and so we must wait, though we can dream, and we can hope, and those hopes, and those dreams which are initiated within us by the glimpses of truth given to us by our Heavenly Brothers and Sisters, who we know as the Ascended Masters, are like unto golden promises that shine like stars in the night sky.

     Now, as I was saying, in the midst of this buoyant happiness, the foundation of which I have just described, and continuing with this simple decree, I returned to my bedroom, and got dressed, and while I was doing that, I perceived the layer of dust that was accumulating on my bedroom floor, and I thought to myself, a thought that I have thought before, but never acted on, that perhaps I would allow the cleaning ladies, as we call them, to clean my room the next time they come. I have been tempted many times to have them do that, but every time, I have always concluded that while it is ok for them to clean the common areas of the house, I should clean my own room. And so, I came to the same conclusion this time, that I need to clean that dust up myself, but given the fact that I was in a hurry to get into my work, I would have to leave it for later, and thereby allow it to get a little deeper, so as to make it the more easier to see later, in as much as my eyesight is not a good as it once was.

     But I admit to you, that the wisdom of this particular reason for leaving the dust for later, did not occur to be then, but only now in retrospect, and seems to be quite compelling.

     As my mind touched upon the subject of these cleaning ladies, my memory delivered up a common scenario, which I have seen with my own eyes many times, populated by these Latin American women, scurrying around cleaning our house over the course of perhaps two or three hours. But there was an added dimension to this scene. I didn't just see the cleaning ladies, I saw Daughters of the Most High God, scurrying around cleaning our house over the course of perhaps two or three hours. And so, I realized at that point, that my consciousness, while giving this decree, had become a lense through which I could see this Truth. And I thought, how interesting. The whole scene contained a mandate towards the highest respect, given the fact that I could see that they were the Daughters of God, and my Sisters, which was never a part of my perception of these women before. That's a fact.

     Of course, in most cases, they have no idea as to who they really are, that knowledge coming only to souls who find the Path of Initiation, and who make the decision to walk that Path over a period of years. But notwithstanding their forgetfulness in this respect, I could see that it did not change what is true. Once a Daughter of God, always a Daughter of God. This does not change.

     These are the Children of the Most High God, both Sons, and Daughters, that God our Father and Mother desire to see healed, and returned home to their Divine Estate.

     And so, as we touch this truth for ourselves, it has the effect of raising the quality of our perceptions of other people, and thus our interactions will be, to the extent we can jettison our pre-packaged reaction patterns, of a much higher order than would otherwise be the case. And in this the quality of life is raised for everyone.

     Certainly, we all go through that phase on the path where these ideas are abstractions. Let us make haste to depart from that wilderness by the shortest path. Everyone of us must and will arrive at that point on the path, where we will finally accept our true divine identity, we are the Children of the Most High, and we are Sons and Daughters, and nothing can take that away from us, and having this truth pieced together once again for us by the revelations that our Heavenly Brothers and Sisters (the Ascended Masters) give to us, these perceptions are no longer in the realm of abstraction, which would imply that they remain under the dominion of doubt. No, they are now in the domain of divine power, where initiatic input actually conforms the space of consciousness itself, into these patterns of truth, both powerfully, and gently, at the same time.

     I think, in this, that we have stumbled across a good way to differentiate abstractions from what we experience as reality, and before we go our separate ways, a few moments spent looking at this line of demarcation would prove useful. I mentioned pre-packaged reaction patterns before. When we are confronted with particular situations, these pre-packaged reaction patterns take control of our minds, and emotions, and memories, and our actions, our facial muscles, our breathing rate, the movements of our hands, our fingers, and our feet and our toes, and especially our mouths. And in this, the entire container of being conforms to a particular geometry.

     For example, for myself, if I were in the presence of person who was telling me that America is playing the role of oppressor in Iraq, rather than reflecting the truth, that we are there giving the Children of God, our brothers and sisters, the opportunity to live in freedom, I would most likely react to them with some level of disgust. At that point, for me, this condition of disgust would not just describe a fleeting idea, but rather, it would describe the total condition of my being at that point. My whole mind would be in that posture; my emotional body would be in that posture; my body language would be in that posture; and my mouth would be in that posture. And so, if someone said to me, that I really should not be in that posture, but rather, I should be in the posture of love, not disgust, but love, that would represent an abstraction to me, a theoretical layer of thought, very shallow, very insubstantial, that rests upon the surface of my mind only, having no power to bring a very deep ocean of disgust, which currently exists, into conformance with its nearly opposite geometry. It would be like a pot of boiling water, the whole of it representing a very unified and uniform character and quality, and someone says, "cold". You should be cold, and not hot. Well, can the idea of cold make the pot of boiling water, cold? No. The idea rests on the surface, an interesting thing to consider to be sure, but the pot continues to boil. That's what an abstraction is, a theoretical conception of what the nature of the water ought to be like in that pot, at the same time the person in the pot is bubbling along with the current condition, and in truth, has never experienced the alternative condition. In other words, he has always boiled in this circumstance, and does not know anything else. To the person in the pot, what is real, is the boiling water.

     And in this manner, abstraction, and reality are differentiated.

     But on the Path of Initiation, we experience the fact that there is a divine power, that can make that pot of boiling water, cold, and in an instant. Moreover, and leaving behind the simplicity of this metaphor, we see that the geometry of the water can be made to conform to the geometry of the truth, and it can be made to convey whatever dimension of truth that the Master desires to communicate to the soul, and thus we experience the truth within the very domain of what we already take to be the chalice of reality, which is the chalice of our own consciousness, in a domain beyond thought. In other words, the very fabric of our being is made to conform, for periods of time, into the outline and substance of divine truth itself. And thus, because the deepest regions of water are made to reflect the very peace and vibrancy of paradise itself, we register the reality of the power that has accomplished this, and we say, therefore, that this is no longer in the realm of abstraction, but it is within the realm of reality, for we have been changed, to the very core, by that power.

     And in this manner, the subject of what is the true nature of our identity, while this subject remains in the realm of the abstract for a time, that subject area is transferred, more and more, into the domain of reality, over time, as the soul experiences this process by which the Masters radiate into the pot of water, a stream of energy that causes that water to coalesce into a tangibly perceptible representation of what is actually true. And so, as one works to maintain the integrity of this new inner geometry, which you must make every effort to hold onto and nourish by your own devoted attention, and you see that it has the potential power, and that it will certainly, and ultimately have the real power, the solidity, to refuse to be moved by any of your pre-packaged reaction patterns. And so, you find yourself standing on the very threshold of freedom in this respect. This prospect becomes, therefore, very real to you, that when you confront, even a person you consider to be your enemy, because the core of your being has been reformed into the geometry of truth, you are not fooled. No matter how far your brother or sister has fallen, he is still your brother or sister, you see that he or she is still the cherished Son or Daughter of God, that here is exactly the person which God desires to have healed, and returned home to the divine estate. And for many of us, you will see that here is exactly the person you long ago came to help to save, not intending to fall into the same dilemma of forgetfulness yourself.

     The degree to which this internal sense of divine identity can stand for the truth always, and never be moved by the forces associated with your own, or somebody else's pre-packaged reaction patterns, depends upon your own integration with your own core identity as the Son or Daughter of God. As I mentioned before, this is the core truth right now, it was the truth in the beginning, it is the truth now, and it will be the truth for all time. Nothing will ever change this truth. And in this truth is all power, even that of total freedom. This is the central kernel of power by which your whole world is changed into the divine, and by which you can uphold the standards of the divine in the world.

     Who is there, in the entire world, that would not want a glimpse, right now, of the loving regard of God their Father, and Mother, to see the outlines of the very smile of the Most High God, pointed in your direction? Why is this smile a reality now, and why will it be a reality forever, and why will it be pointed right at you for all time? It is because you are the Son, or Daughter, which they gave birth too long ago, and they loved you before conception, at conception, at birth, and beyond, and they long for you to recognize who you are, and come home into their loving arms once again. I Am the Son of the Most High God. Every male on the earth can say that, and in so doing, speak the absolute truth. I Am the Daughter of the Most High God. Every female on earth can say that, and in so doing, speak the absolute truth. Affirmation of the truth starts the process of restoring to the soul the faculties that will allow it to realize that truth.

     As Mark Prophet once said, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. This newly revised decree is that straight line. I believe that those who give this with great determination can accelerate the process of inner initiation, drawing forth from our Heavenly Brothers and Sisters (the Ascended Masters) those inner revelations at an accelerated rate, which, one by one, will confirm, in the aggregate, the absolute truth of what the soul is affirming here.

     The sooner you begin to affirm the greatest truth there is, the sooner you will come into a direct realization of it. Don't hesitate, don't wait. Just do it. The salvation of the whole world depends on it. Yes, the realization of the highest aspirations of God for you, and for everyone, depends on it.

     I Am the Son that God Desires. Indeed, this is one-half of the truth which the fallen angels hate the most. I Am the Daughter that God Desires. Indeed, this the other half of the truth which the fallen angels hate the most. It is the direct line home which they have done everything possible to destroy. Let us all cooperate in the resurrection then, of that truth, which is the most precious to God. Let us affirm it, and affirm it, and affirm it, until all the pieces of the inner puzzle of reality have been invoked, and assembled, and seeing the whole picture once again, we will know it, and we will know it forevermore.

     May you pass every test. And don't forget to visit the pearl while you are here.

Wednesday, Dec. 21, 2005, 10:37 AM PST

     (I am still working on this entry. It's getting so long now, that if you would take all the words, and line them up, one after the other, they would reach to the very center of our solar system and back).

     May you pass every test. And don't forget to visit the pearl while you are here.

Sunday, December 18, 2005, 6:08 AM PST

     I think you will like this. You can use the standard ending and the alternative ending alternately, or you can focus on the alternative ending for many repetitions, whereby you will find yourself in a very new, interesting, and amazing forcefield of victory. Here is the decree with the standard ending.

Lord Michael Before
Lord Michael Behind
Lord Michael to the Right
Lord Michael to the Left
Lord Michael Above
Lord Michael Below
Lord Michael, Lord Michael
Wherever I Go! I Am His Love Protecting Here!
I Am His Love Protecting Here!
I Am His Love Protecting Here!

     And here is the decree with the alternative ending! Try it. It works perfectly in terms of rhythm, timing, and most importantly ..... Truth! Not to mention divine purpose.

Lord Michael Before
Lord Michael Behind
Lord Michael to the Right
Lord Michael to the Left
Lord Michael Above
Lord Michael Below
Lord Michael, Lord Michael
Wherever I Go! I Am the Son of the Most High God!
I Am the Son of the Most High God!
I Am the Son of the Most High God!

     Of course, our sisters should use this form.

Lord Michael Before
Lord Michael Behind
Lord Michael to the Right
Lord Michael to the Left
Lord Michael Above
Lord Michael Below
Lord Michael, Lord Michael
Wherever I Go! I Am the Daughter of the Most High God!
I Am the Daughter of the Most High God!
I Am the Daughter of the Most High God!

     I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. Whenever you speak this truth, you come face to face, within your own mind, with a millennia's worth of programming, or more, that tells you that it isn't so. And it certainly doesn't help matters that Christian dogma tells you that Jesus was the ONLY Son of God. That my dear friends is an outright lie, so black, so destructive, that it is astounding that the soul can still survive while so much poison resides within its mind. Yet, I am here to tell you, that the statements I have added to the end of the Traveling Protection decree reflect absolute truth, and there is no greater desire in the heart of God our Father, and God our Mother, than the desire that you simply accept this truth, and live this truth, and yes, enjoy this truth. The Masters will show you how.

     Let's be realistic. How many of you are parents? Imagine that one of your children all of sudden came to believe that you were not their (earthly) parent. You would say, amidst your shock and dismay, that it is a lie. At the very least, you have the bills to prove otherwise. Yes, I know, and more. And so it is with our Heavenly parents. They want us to know who we are. They want us to know that they are our divine parents who gave birth to our very souls in the beginning. They want us to know that we are their Sons and Daughters. The greatest treasure they have to give us, which is their love, they want us to have, and to hold, again. They want us to come home (after working hard to make this planet into a shining star of golden radiance).

     Remember this. The love that God our Father and Mother have for each child, it cannot be contained within the chalice of rejection, or denial. It can only be contained within the chalice of affirmation and acceptance. When you say "I Am the Son of the Most High God", or alternatively, "I Am the Daughter of the Most High God", you are saying something that brings enormous joy to God our Father and Mother, to the entire divine creation. In that statement, a candle of truth is being lit in the darkness. Shield it from the winds of delusion. Fan that candle flame, by your own devotion, into a shining star that will never go out, which will pour the light of truth into every circumstance and situation in which you find yourself.

     May you pass every test. And don't forget to visit the pearl while you are here.

Sunday, December 18, 2005, 5:44 AM PST

     Sometimes, while this is rare I admit, in the dozens of junk emails that I must jettison every day, sorry, I am quite happy with what God gave to me, once in a while something of real value shows up. Here is a superb example. The email was all text, and what caught my eye was the word "admiration" in the first line. It is very rare to see that word used, so I read it, and I was rewarded. Here we a have a person from a small town in Siberia (Tomsk) bringing forth the craftsmanship of his friends and neighbors for the whole world to enjoy. Certainly, the magic of the internet has made this possible. I have never seen such beautiful heart boxes before. And they are hand carved! You don't see that very often at all in this world of mass produced goods. And I wanted to share them with you. After the images you will find a link to the website in which these are for sale. I pray that every Keeper of the Flame will buy just one. I believe that this is really a wonderful free enterprise effort worth supporting.

     On the "About Us" page, this is what they say about themselves.

     Hearty Souvenirs is a company organized by a Tomsk-born American citizen that wishes to bring the beauty and elegance of his hometown in Siberia to individuals across the globe.

     In seeking the one thing that makes his birthplace different from any other, he came upon these one-of-a-kind creations that have adorned his own home since the day he was born.

     After speaking to a multitude of Birchwood crafters in the Tomsk region and gathering a vast assortment of designs, he, with the help of his aesthetic assessment team, decided on the most unique and eye-catching designs to bring out of Tomsk and into the homes of people worldwide.

     We carefully preserve our traditions. It is very important to use high quality birchbark, which is collected only in early spring, with the greatest caution. It is still collected manually in order to preserve the tree and provide the material of unique texture. Holding birchbark gizmos at your hands you can feel their friendly warmth, smell the forest, admire how natural curves of the wood are underscored by a hand of skillful craftsman.

     Our company is one of the first-rate exporters of birchbark sheets for bark canoe and furniture production. Now we are happy to present you our new online shop. We deliver our production to any region of the USA, Canada or Europe. Please feel free to ask us any questions.

     Please Click Here to visit their website.

     May you pass every test. And don't forget to visit the pearl while you are here.

Sunday, June 5, 2005, 9:29 PM PDT

     I Am the pearl of God realization that you wear on your finger. A man should be able to say that to his twin flame. Though I suppose, that years ago, this would not have been true, in as much as a pearl takes time to develop, incrementally, as it has been said before. In this work of art, the diamonds, 12 in number, signify the purity of the Will of God manifest on each of the twelve lines of the Cosmic Clock; even as indestructible determination. How else can all the layers of the pearl represent purity and luminosity? It is the only way.

     Would you like to be notified via email when major new things are added to Homeward Bound - The Journal of Ascended Master Devotion? No problem. Just type in your email address in the box below and click the Notify button just below that. Then, from time to time, wonderful things will arrive in your email box!