Friday, September 30, 2005, 8:59 PM PDT

     I am sure of this, that there isn't a love song more pure than this. It is, without a doubt, the most pure love song ever brought forth into the physical. It is Annie's Song by John Denver. It is simply awesome. This is so universally heart tugging, primarily because it came forth from the Christ Mind of this soul. That means the Christ of every heart, of each twin flame indeed will leap to embrace the sentiments expressed here, and target them appropriately. Considering the scenario by which this came forth, I believe you will see why I say this. Here is John Denver riding up the mountain. Yes, he is going up. He is riding on ski lift, climbing Vail Mountain, at a state of rest, I believe, because of the exertion of the previous run. As he recounts it, in his autobiography, which I have read, all of a sudden, he enters into a region of super sensitivity, of super appreciation for the beauty of everything around him, the beauty of the pure white snow covered slopes, the awesome pine trees, the vast mountain landscapes, and the beauty of the children of God frolicking on the mountain no doubt. (Listen to JD Reading this section from his Autobiography). This state of divine appreciation is a forcefield of the divine heart. And in the midst of this heightened state of appreciation, which of course is the Christ Reality of John Denver flaming within his consciousness, these words came tumbling down into the chalice of his mind. All of this beauty, expressed in the direction of his wife Annie, who I believe was his twin flame. Listen to this. It will touch your heart. Even in Russian.

Annie's Song  1974   1982   1987   1994 
By John Denver

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

     The beauty of pure love, is a divine beauty, created by God our Father and Mother, with all of these deeply penetrating domains of sentiment associated with a night in the forest, mountains in springtime, walking in the rain, storms in the desert, and sleepy blue oceans. Love between twin flames can be so vast as to encompass all of this, and more. Listen to this song. Consider your twin flame. And enter into this domain of love that is so vast. To this one you can give yourself totally. You were made for each other. Two cosmic oceans of love intermingled as one.

     Let me give my life to you. Awesome. God is speaking to us here. The divine triangle.

     What a tremendous mark for good did John Denver make upon the fabric of our lives. Let our souls be branded, and freely so, with the patterns of beauty expressed here. Who would doubt this, that if husband and wife had a fountain of these exact sentiments bubbling up out of their hearts moment by moment, that divorce would be unknown, and twin flames would never have separated.

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

Saturday, September 24, 2005, 9:14 PM PDT

     What does it feel like to take a shower? Have you ever thought about that? What does it feel like? Please take a moment to think about it now. What is the most obvious thing that comes to mind about the actual experience of taking a shower? It is this, that no words on earth can capture the experience. You can describe all the things that you do, before, during, and after the experience, but you cannot describe what the water does to you. There are no words in the English language, nor in any language, that can evoke the actual feelings associated with the experience.

     The presence of the sacred fire in our temples is exactly that. Not in the same category of feelings evoked by the warm rushing water all over our skin, of course, in another category entirely, and not contingent upon the outside impact of any dimension of matter. But the point is, no words on earth can capture the experience. You must feel the flow of the water of life, you must be immersed in it, the skin of the soul must be deluged. Only then will you know. Only then will you actually know. And you only know as long as you are under the shower. Step out of the shower, and you no longer know. Really. Step out of the shower, and you are again in the land of ignorance. Isn't that interesting? I think so.

     Perhaps the ignorance is not total. I mean, you have a memory of a positive experience. But that memory is only an intellectual marker, like a index card in a library card catalogue. Indeed, your memory of that shower experience contains about as much information as that index card does about a particular book. And therefore, it represents only a tiny step away from the totality of pitch black ignorance. If you want to know what's in that book you need to put your feet in motion, walk to the correct aisle, find the book, take it off the shelf, take it home, and spend the time necessary to read it from front to back. Only then you will know what is in it. If you want to know what a shower feels like, if you really want to KNOW, then you have to put your feet into motion, walk into the bathroom, step into the shower, and turn on the water.

     Yes, at that point you will know. But you will never be able to transfer the knowledge of the experience itself to someone else with words only. You have to get them into the shower. Only then will they know.

     And in that regard, your sanctuary, with your outpost of the Atar of the Holy Grail anchored there, is like a spiritual shower stall, and you are intended to feel the flow of the water of life just as tangibly there, as you feel the physical water upon you skin in your bathroom shower. Why do you think baths and showers are so popular? It is not all about cleanliness, though that is an important dimension of it no doubt. The most important thing about a bath and shower, is that it provides a nexus, in the realm of physical experience, to the experience of the waters of life at the Altar of the Holy Grail.

     Again, the nexus is not within the domain of experiential parameters. The nexus is within the domain of three-dimensional parallel and equal principles. In both cases, you only know what the experience is like, when you are in actual contact with the forces that invoke the experience. In both cases, separated from the realm of direct contact, the soul is again in a state of ignorance. In both cases, the only way to alleviate the condition of ignorance, is to return into that region of direct contact with the forces the invoke the experience.

     I cannot overstate the importance of this observation. There is an awesome amount of hope, for every soul, embodied in it. How so?

     Well, let us remember first, and foremost, that the goal of the path is to bring the soul back to the knowledge of God. To KNOW God again, is the goal. And I underscore the word to know. To know is to be in direct contact with those divine forces which invoke all the dimensions of divine experience. And therefore, to achieve this goal, the Masters work to bring us into direct contact with those divine forces which invoke all the dimensions of divine experience. And this is the point. That point of direct contact is not meant to be just for a moment. Though we cherish those moments. If the goal of the path is to know, then that goal is not being achieved if the soul slips back into an unknowing state. And as I have pointed out, whenever the soul is not in direct contact with the waters of life, the soul is again in a state of ignorance, or unknowing. Therefore, directly implied in this goal (of knowing God), is this equally important goal of producing the reality of uninterrupted direct contact with the divine forces which invoke all the dimensions of divine experience.

     And so, when you are wondering what the Masters are thinking about in regards to your own lifestream, this is the primary thing they have on their minds. What can they do to help move your soul towards that goal of continuous contact with the waters of life? From this only does the knowledge of God spring up.

     Unfortunately, we spend too much time inside of a delusion which has us accepting, as normal, the condition of non-contact with the reality of divine paradise. But it is not normal. And neither is it the will of God. Normal is defined as constant contact with divine paradise. The will of God is defined as constant contact with divine paradise.

     You are intended to have the waters of life flowing through you constantly, without any interruption. The pebbles and rocks that comprise a stream bed, are metaphors for the cells of our bodies. They are meant to experience the constant flow of the crystal mountain waters.

     But, let's be clear on this point. To come into contact with the waters of life, you must get back into the shower. You cannot expect to be in contact with the waters of life unless you get back into the shower! Yes, you must learn how to stay under the gentle flow of crystal water at all times. In fact, you must become the water fall itself.

     Now, this state of knowing is extremely important. But that is a subject for another blogger entry.

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

Friday, September 9, 2005, 12:32 PM PDT

     In way of introduction to the September 2005 Front Page, I would like to introduce you first, to Long John Silver's Parrot. The following excerpt, from Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island, is taken from that section of the narrative associated with the beginning of the voyage. The good ship Hispaniola had just set sail on the quest for treasure. Long John Silver, the former quartermaster for Captain Flint (a notorious and much feared buccaneer), had weaseled his way on board under false pretenses, as the ship's cook, and would later lead the other pirates in a vociferous grab for the loot. Young Jim Hawkins, through which the story is being told, and who is the cabin boy on this voyage, is he, who at the beginning of the story, came into possession of the treasure map after the sudden death of its previous owner, Billy Bones, former first mate on Captain Flint's ship, who collapsed on the floor of the Admiral Benbow inn.

From Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

     All the crew respected and even obeyed him. He had a
way of talking to each, and doing everybody some particular
service. To me he was unweariedly kind ; and always glad
to see me in the galley, which he kept as clean as a new pin;
the dishes hanging up and burnished, and his parrot in a cage in
one corner.      "Come away, Hawkins," he would say ; "come and have
a yarn with John. Nobody more welcome than yourself, my
son. Sit you down and hear the news. Here's Cap'n Flint —
I calls my parrot Cap'n Flint, after the famous buccaneer —
here's Cap'n Flint predicting success to our v'yage. Wasn't
you, cap'n?"      And the parrot would say, with great rapidity, "Pieces of
eight! pieces of eight! pieces of eight!" till you wondered
that it was not out breath, or till John threw his handker-
chief over the cage.      "Now, that bird," he would say, "is, maybe, two hundred
years old, Hawkins — they lives for ever mostly ; and if any-
body's seen more wickedness, it must be the devil himself.
She's sailed with England, the great Cap'n England, the
pirate. She's been at Madagascar, and at Malabar, and
Surinam, and Providence, and Portobello. She was at the
fishing of the wrecked plate ships. It's there she learned
'Pieces of eight,' and little wonder; three hundred and fifty
thousand of 'em, Hawkins! She was at the boarding of the
Viceroy of the Indies out of Goa, she was; And to look at
her you would think she was a baby. But you smelt powder
— didn't you, cap'n?"      "Stand by to go about," the parrot would scream.      "Ah, she's a handsome craft, she is," the cook would
say, and give her sugar from his pocket, and then the bird
would peck at the bars and swear straight on, passing belief
for wickedness. "There," John would add, "you can't touch
pitch and not be mucked, lad. Here's this poor old innocent
bird o' mine swearing blue fire, and none the wiser, you may
lay to that. She would swear the same, in a manner of speak-
ing, before chaplain." And John would touch his forelock
with a solemn way he had, that made me think he was the
best of men.

     There's only one other place in the book, if I remember correctly, where the parrot has any additional dialogue, and that is inside of the stockade on the Island after much else had transpired. This I thought was an exceptionally colorful section, deserving to be highlighted, containing some interesting keys.

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

Wednesday, Sept. 7, 2005, 6:18 AM PDT

     The eagle (and its cousin the hawk) are symbols for a fundamental attribute of God-Reality that we are intended to embody. They symbolize freedom, and the strength of character necessary to achieve it. We are intended to embody both.

     If the student will pay close attention, the power of the sacred fire as it is released into our world during our devotional periods, you will see that it represents precisely the act of the eagle taking flight.

     I understand the difficulty of relating to these words within the context of one's gravity bound mind in which we reside (by force of habit) as we go about our normal business. I am well aware of the fact that while you are not absorbed into the Reality of the Presence, you cannot conceive of it, even though you have experienced it a hundred or a thousand times before. More is the pity, that all words seem off target when talking about an experience in which you must be dynamically embedded to appreciate. That is simply a fact, unless the Power of God will lift you now. Otherwise, you will have to remember my words during your next service before the Atlar. And I hope you do. The goal is the amplification of appreciation in the moment of flight.

     The gravity, which the eagle has mastery over, is symbolic of the downward pulling vortex of the astral plane, the mental and emotional body of a planet in a slow, yet inexorable, state of disintegration, pulling the soul down, down, down, down, closer and closer and closer to the gaping jaws of death.

     In the midst of our devotions, we know that the Power of God can set the soul free from this oppressive downdraft. We experience it every day. This is the freedom that we experience in our service before the Altar of Holy Grail. When the presence of God's freedom is lowered into our temple, without a doubt, from that point on, all things are NEW, divinely fresh, paradise like, buoyant, and deeply comforting. And just like the eagle, you will always look over your shoulder and compare where you are now, to where you were. And you will never cease to be amazed. Spend a few extra moments in that state of awe. It is good for you. This is a key characteristic of the path. Taking flight, you look back over your shoulder, just like an eagle, the affairs of the earth, are now so far below, and the sun, the wind, the open air, the sensation of untrammeled freedom, this is your only reality now. Awesome. I am an eagle, and you (God my Father) gave me my wings for a moment, Ah for a moment!

     This becomes more and more clear, the higher you can fly. One inch off the floor of the insect mind is a little bit different than if you are ten feet off the floor, or 100 feet, or a 1000 feet, or 10,000 feet. But in each bit of real freedom, this is where God does in fact introduce himself personally to the soul. Every time you experience the quality of freedom, God is saying to you then, allow me to introduce myself to you. You are in flight are you not? The wind you feel under yours wings, and you soar high above the gripping currents of the earthbound regions, do you not? And you say to yourself, out of a new burst of realization, yes, indeed, I am the eagle flying in your context of untrammeled freedom! In your context of untrammeled freedom! That whole context, that whole reality, the whole thing, is the smiling expression of the presence of God your Father and Mother with you. And they say to you, Here, Fly my Child, Fly!

     The power and presence of God's glowing freedom lifts us, like unto wind under our wings, up, up, up and up! It is what God intends for every one of his children on earth.

     Now, for the sake of precision, freedom, in a spiritual sense, is more than an increase in elevation. It is about transfiguration. Beginning with many birds trapped under the oppressive stickiness of an oil spill, you see the entire scene transfigured. The sacred fire cleans up the beach, cleans up the birds, and they all fly free again. And it is more than the freedom associated with cleanliness too. The astral pollution that was once such a burden upon the senses of the soul, is removed, and the fragrance of paradise is clearly ascertained as part of the overall experience of high flight.

     Pay attention to the actual manifestation of this context in you! It is so sad, but God gives hundreds of precious jewels of experience to his children, that they just drop into the dust and forget! If you will appreciate them, and gather them, you will learn to fly much sooner, and much higher than you ever thought possible. Each one, one feather. And many feathers make a wing.

     Now, it is within a deep sense of appreciation for the above experiences, that I recently came across a song written and performed by John Denver, and the title is, The Eagle and the Hawk! And there is no doubt, that here is an example of a songwriter and a performer giving expression in folk music, being a messenger of the Brotherhood in this respect, to this fundamental aspect of the path. It is a very valuable jewel in that respect. This song is written in a very high register, no doubt by design. Note the effort he is making to sing in that high range, and still maintain the purity of tone, voice solid, and still strong. Note the simplicity and conciseness of the lyrics. Look at what the lyrics say. It is the Path of Initiation in a nutshell, as they say. Is this not the voice of God, spoken to every one of his children? I AM the Eagle. I AM the Eagle. Yes it is.

Click Here to Listen to
The Eagle and the Hawk
by John Denver.

I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all of those who see me, all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be and not what we are.

     Look at the face of the eagle and the hawk. Quite serious, no nonsense, and fierce. Is that a coincidence? No. If you want to be free, you must be fierce, you must be serious, you must take an unyielding, uncompromising stand against all nonsense.

     How can the eagle be so fierce and kind at the same time? For truly, it can be said, that the eagle will nurture, and provide for its own, and defend the nest of the aborning Christ. The marauding rats attack the nest. The rat feels the sharpness of the talons, and the ripping action of the sharp beak. Yet are we to feel sorry for the rat? I don't think so.

     And so, I would say to you, fly like an eagle or crawl like a worm, it's your choice.

     God your Father has your wings waiting for you. Take off you worm suit, and enter into your flight training today!

     How do I get this thing off of me? I mean, my worm suit? It sticks to my skin! It sticks to my mind! It sticks to my desire body too! It thinks it's part of me! It clings to me! It's strangling me! It's suffocating me! How do I get it off? Help me!

     Here are the Ascended Masters, they come to your rescue, and help you to peel off that worm suit. Follow their directions, follow their instructions exactly. You can learn to fly again. It is your destiny.

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

Tuesday, September 6, 2005, 4:07 AM PDT

     We will compile all the Linda Worobec material published in this humble Journal, yes, in all of its voluminosity, into a book, and publish 10,000 copies. And that BOOK will sit as a testimony upon the shelves of all the major libraries in the world, as a testimony of her betrayal for all time.

     Let all future generations learn the modus operandi of the betrayers. Those who run from accountability are always the wolves in sheep's clothing.

     And there are many sheep, who in their pride, fancy themselves to be shepherds, yet, in their glittering blindness herd the sheep of the fold into the very reach of the wolf's teeth. Yes, we have told their story too, and it too will reverberate down the corridors of all time.

     Thank God for a free press. We are going to use it.

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

Tuesday, September 6, 2005, 3:41 AM PDT

     I hear the voices mocking this humble and conscientious editor for comparing the implications of something so (seemingly) insignificant, microscopic, and totally irrelevant, as Linda Worobec's expression of darkness from the Altar of the Holy Grail, to something so massively destructive, so excruciatingly devastating, so monumentally earth shaking as Hurricane Katrina.

     Yet, this proves my point! HOORAY!

     IT PROVES MY POINT!

     How so? You ask.

     The darkness which the leadership beams into the minds of the membership is making them more blind by the day! Isn't that exactly what I've been saying all along? And here is the proof. Here is the proof.

     The darkness that has a hold of the leadership of this church paves the way for a level of destruction that would dwarf the destruction of Hurricane Katrina.

     Let's go over the facts one more time.

     The karma associated with the abortion of some 43 million innocent souls here in America, must either be transmuted according to the scheduled cycles, or released upon the heads of the people. If it is to be transmuted, the people must be taught the use of the Violet Flame in adequate numbers. To achieve those adequate numbers, the Ascended Masters must release an expansion matrix through the hearts of the existing membership, just as the first expansion matrix was released through heart of Elizabeth Clare Prophet, and the existing student body of that day.

     The presence of this rebellion in the current leadership blocks the release of that expansion matrix. And the destruction that Katrina has wrought shows us that the cycles are moving forward according to the larger schedules which will wait for no man. And so, it is painfully evident that we are already behind schedule in this respect.

     If this situation continues, the expansion will not be released, the people will not be taught the use of the Violet Flame in adequate numbers, the karma of abortion will not be transmuted, requiring that it be expiated through direct release into the physical. When that happens, America will look like 1000 times the chaos we see in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast today.

     What an intensely blind selfishness has a grip on the minds of the membership today, so woefully concerned over the pain that Linda Worobec will suffer when she is held accountable for her wrongdoing, when the lives of MILLIONS hang in the balance.

     That is the darkness that flows through the hearts of these fallen angels from the false hierarchy, blinding the only people on the planet who are in a position to make a real difference.

     That's you.

     Give Linda Worobec a big slobbering hug of sympathy, protect her, guard her, keep her in office, along with her entire cheerleading squad, and you sentence America to certain destruction.

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

Saturday, September 3, 2005, 3:16 AM PDT

     Thanks to the Orange County (California) Public Television Station (KOCE), which we get on the cable up north here, I was reminded of a long dormant appreciation for the music of John Denver, the voice of Colorado, and the Rocky Mountains, where I found the Teachings. They were doing a pledge drive, and they were running portions of this DVD, A Song's Best Friend, John Denver, Remembered, and I was struck, perhaps with a bit of nostalgia, but I think more so, by what a beautiful mark he left upon our lives with his music, generally speaking, especially during the peak of his career which was quite a ride, beginning in the early 1970's and continuing on through the early 1980's.

     Now, I think he is best known for putting the quality of love to music in such a pure and fundamental way, and in two respects. First, love between a man and a woman especially, and secondly, the love relationship between man and the beauty of nature. He touched our hearts profoundly in these two areas, and he did this across national boundaries.

     In regards to the first category of love, the most fundamental, he sang about the love that he experienced between himself and his wife Annie. "Annie's Song" is a superb example released in 1974. But there are others. Ann Martel was his wife, and perhaps she was even his twin flame. Though, even when husband and wife are not twin flames, nevertheless, this is the domain of love they enter into when they are married, in as much as the wife is the surrogate for the husband's twin flame, and the husband, a surrogate for the wife's twin flame. All difficulties that husband and wife must work out between themselves in a particular life, is in preparation for the all important reunion of twin flames in the future. What is really sad, and even tragic about John Denver's life, is that this relationship with Annie, whom he married in 1967, which provided the foundation for his success, allowing him to be plugged into that domain of fundamental love, immersed in it, so that he could communicate it to the people, collapsed in 1982, when they separated and divorced. What is interesting here, is that the memories of love provided the material for a couple more good songs, into 1984, but after that, John Denver's career, well, it sort of shriveled up on the vine. After that, the public generally lost interest. After that time, having lost contact with the fundamental note of love that was the source of his success, he was drawn more and more into leftist orientated environmental movements, and their social and political priorities, of which I will not spend any time detailing here. A general state of emotional unhappiness, the inner pain associated with the loss of such a fundamental love, was telegraphed to us by his bout with alcoholism, and his drunk driving arrests in the mid 1990's.

     At any rate, the symbol of a career careening off course and losing altitude rapidly, having lost access to its main fuel tank, is perfectly illustrated in what some would call the "untimely" demise of John Denver in the accidental crash of the experimental plane he was piloting on October 12, 1997 at the age of 53. No one (this side of heaven) actually knows why his experimental plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean off of Monterey, California on that day. But those who are familiar with the experimental aircraft he was flying, surmised that his plane stalled, and went into an irreversible downward spin while he was trying to switch to the main fuel tank. It is surmised, that when he took off, the fuel switch was set to the secondary tank which was nearly empty. It had enough gas to get him off the ground, but very soon thereafter, his engine is sputtering, and he must reach over his left shoulder to switch tanks, the point at which he lost control of the airplane, crashing into the ocean, and killing him. I like the theory, especially because it fits the major event in his life, losing his tie to his wife in 1982.

     But on a brighter note, the entertainment industry has its fallen angels, and its lightbearers. John Denver was one of the lightbearers, never pulled into the vortex of rock, and his music, centrally folk, though touching country and pop at the peripheries, played an important role in lifting up the nation during a very dismal time. There was the strife over the Vietnam war, which was drawing to a close as Denver's career took off. Then there was the Watergate Scandal. There was the oil embargo, and the gas lines. There was the absolutely undramatic administration of President Gerald Ford. And then the "malaise" of President Jimmy Carter, and the Iranian hostage crisis. Things were not going well for this country in that decade to say the least. John Denver's music was like a garden of beauty, an oasis for desperate hearts during those dark times. And I think this will always be true. He had a divine gift to bring forth genuine beauty.

     And so, given the caveat mentioned above, which must be kept in mind, I wholeheartedly recommend this DVD, A Song's Best Friend, John Denver, Remembered. It is superbly put together. You get to meet Annie Denver, and a lot of people who were part of John Denver's career at its height. This will really touch your heart. You can get a copy of this DVD at Amazon.com for only $11.24. That's like buying a tuna sandwich for a dime. It's a good value. A retreat into sweetness and beauty sitting there on your shelf into which you can enter any time.

     One of the pieces covered in this documentary, is Denver's "Perhaps Love", performed as duet with Placido Domingo. Now, this is really good. I have ripped it from a CD into an mp3, and you can listen to the whole song right now! If you are so inclined. Who designed these voices? Why, it was God.

     I know you'll enjoy it. But remember, God can sponsor souls with a great thrust for a divine purpose, which I believe is the case with John Denver, even with all of his imperfections. But the forces of darkness can work to take those lives apart, attacking them from all different angles, until the original matrix has been destroyed. That's what happened to John Denver after the mid 1980's. And his life ended in both a symbolic and literal plane crash. The plane crash is not the thing that is so sad. After all, in 1994, he titled his autobiography "Take Me Home." What was most sad, was the split, the breaking of their love, between John and his wife Annie in 1982.

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

Friday, September 2, 2005, 2:39 AM PDT

     The following image is from the archives of NOAA (The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration). The satellite image was taken at 16:47 GMT, August 28, 2005, which would make that 10:47 AM Mountain Daylight Time, which was just 27 minutes after the beginning of the service in King Arthur's Court led by Church Manager Linda Worobec.

     The following is an image from NASA, also taken on August 28, 2005, though this appears to be somewhat later in the day.

     Now, here is an interesting image, also from NASA, that shows Hurricane Katrina displayed on August 27, 2005, against a map that depicts the temperature of the ocean waters. The color red signifies the highest temperatures, as noted in the chart legend. Click on this image to bring up an animation, also courtesy of NASA, though edited down to the Katrina portion only by me, that shows the development of Katrina from August 23, through August 28. The link will invoke your default movie player. Look for the birth of Katrina over the Bahamas, north east of Cuba.

     That is somewhat significant I believe, i.e. the fact that Hurricane Katrina reached her maximum Category Five status on the day that Linda Worobec delivered her sermon from the Altar of the Holy Grail fusing the concept of the death with the Light of the Divine Mother. It is significant, because the number five signifies the 5 o'clock line of the Cosmic Clock, the Gemini Mind, the perversion of which is ignorance. Certainly, the delivery of that sermon by Linda Worobec, from the Altar of the Holy Grail, represented the apex of darkness, the complete and utter darkening of the Gemini Mind, of the Christ Mind, and the maximum level of ignorance, in terms of what the Teaching is, and what the law requires. (The law requires that Linda Worobec be removed from office 24 months ago.)

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

Thursday, September 1, 2005, 7:28 PM PDT

     The chessboard provides a framework that helps us to understand how and why fallen angels were allowed to take up positions within the leadership of this church, even under the nose of the Messenger.

     You see, in each new life, the pieces on the chessboard are set up to reflect the situation that obtained when the game was interrupted the last time. The karmic law takes note of where the pieces were, and arranges for all the pieces to take those positions again, before play resumes.

     When it comes to those who have in the past made the moves for the false hierarchy, i.e been the pawns of the false hierarchy, or perhaps taken on the identity and character of the more substantial pieces, they are given every possible opportunity to see the wisdom of capitulation at the earliest moment, once the game resumes. For to implement a checkmate upon the Children of God once again, would be to incur the harshest possible judgment from the Hand of God.

     For example, who would deny the fact that Linda Worobec was given every possible opportunity to assimilate the energies of devotion to truth, devotion to principle, devotion to the Teachings, devotion to the Masters, being so close to the Messenger for so many years, before she was again placed upon the chessboard?

     Yet, once she was moved back into position (free of the oversight of the messenger), and raised into the position of Church Manager (which is like unto the Queen), she and the leadership in general, start to make moves for the false hierarchy. Performing a Beatles tune on the very Altar of the Holy Grail in King Arthur's Court, on the last day of the 2003 Freedom Conference, before the worldwide student body assembled, was clearly a move on the chessboard for the false hierarchy. Now, the fact that she will not take that move back, reveals the strength of the hand that rests upon that chess piece. (It is not the hand of God).

     Clearly, all those chess pieces which were involved in the destruction of the Russian Congregation at the end of August 2003, made those moves on behalf of the interests of the false hierachy. And again, the fact that Linda Worobec, nor any other of these pieces, will allow their moves to be taken back, or reversed, reveals the strength of the hand that rests upon those chess pieces.

     Obviously, God our Father, and the Masters, want these individuals to make the right decisions. But as you can see, there are no guarantees. And therefore, because the chess pieces must be set up, and because the play must resume from the point of play determined by the law, the children of God must be ready to make the appropriate counter-moves in the worst case situations, in those cases where the fallen angels decide to continue with the agenda of rebellion, notwithstanding the time and effort the Masters have made to help them make the choice for the light.

     The counter-moves that we, as the Children of God, must be ready to make, must be, first and foremost, in the area of accountability. We must enforce the principle of accountability in relationship to everyone in leadership. Through this process of enforcing the principle of accountability, those in leadership, who are intent on maintaining their fusion with the dweller-on-the-threshold, can be weeded out, and removed from the chess board. On the other hand, for those who are willing to surrender that dweller, the process of accountability provides a framework for them through which they will be able to focus their attention, focus their concentration, finding that thread of humility once again, which will allow them to finally make the right choice, a choice that will actually save their souls, and as they swiftly self-correct in accordance with the requirements set forth by Beloved El Morya, they will be able to save their leadership positions as well.

     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.

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