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Who has sent you? Your Holy Christ Self has sent you as the Light-emanation and extension of the Holy One of God, your Mighty I AM Presence. Embody the works, beloved, and be quickened by the Word. Be not satisfied in that state of consciousness that is somewhere between the astral and the mental body, somewhere around the six o'clock line [as you chart your Cosmic Clock], engulfed in a sea of indecision and self-pity and all that self-justification. Blessed hearts, I will show you how to get rid of self-justification. It is as simple as the nose upon your face. Simply get rid of the self! Then you may serve your life out justifying your Christ Self, justifying your I AM Presence, justifying their trust in you, their love in you, [you who are] that soul of Light cast into the sea as a glistening pearl. <36> Fear not, beloved. Thou shalt be made whole. Let thy God descend! Therefore I would bring to you the vision, that you might see the filthy rags, <37> the filthy rags that you still allow your self, [i.e., your soul,] to be wrapped in. I will allow you to see the dweller <38> that is [also] thy self; [for it is] thy self-creation. I will allow you to see the ugliness [of the beast] that you might desire the beauty [of the Christ], that you might desire the reality, that you might desire the Truth and that you might say: "I take the sword of Christ my Lord, my Knight, my Defender,and I take that sword and I drive it down the very middle of this personality divided, this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! <39> I take that sword and I cleave it asunder! And I will take neither the Jekyll nor the Hyde but I will take the Christ, who shall step forth, even as the mighty phoenix bird shall rise in this age from the ashes of a former self that is former and must be allowed to remain former." I AM thy Christ. I AM thy Lord. I AM thy Saviour. Receive me in my Person, in my Sacred Heart and in your Holy Christ Self. Receive me in Maitreya and let us work the works of this age! Beloved ones, if you make it, if you succeed, Saint Germain will be redeemed and a golden age will be possible. If you do not make it, if you do not succeed, then the possibility of a golden age becomes problematical and it may not come about.

39 . In the novel The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by << Robert Louis>> Stevenson, Dr. Jekyll is a respectable and virtuous citizen who is fascinated by the idea of isolating the good and evil in human nature. He develops a drug to periodically transform himself into Mr. Hyde, a separate personality through whom he gives vent to evil impulses. When he commits murder, Dr. Jekyll realizes his creation has overpowered his own instincts for good. No longer able to restore his original personality at will, Dr. Jekyll takes his own life just before he is to be arrested. On November 26, 1987, the Messenger gave teaching on the confrontation with the dweller-on-the-threshold in which she commented on the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, describing Mr. Hyde as the embodiment of Dr. Jekyll's dweller-on-the-threshold. See Elizabeth Clare Prophet, "The Lost Teachings of Jesus: On the Enemy Within," on two 90-min. audiocassettes, A87097.

To Heal the Division in Your Members

We Are the Exorcists! I AM Chamuel/Charity of the flame of Divine Love. I come for the unification of hearts. I come to heal division in your members. I come with that Ruby Ray, with the flame of the Holy Spirit, With the power of Chamuel and Charity, as Above, so below, Multiplied by the power of the Ruby Ray, the legions of the Ruby Ray, the seraphim and the cherubim of God. We come, beloved, that you may no longer be a house divided, <1> that you might not be split, sawn asunder and divided within yourself one side the light side, one side the dark, Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.

Some of you have still not bound your own dweller-on-the-threshold. Some of you have not bound the negative energies that rise up from the astral levels of your being. Thus, if you do not obey the rule "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath," <5> your dweller-on-the-threshold may go out and prowl at night, for you have no ability whatsoever to restrain that one who is the Mr. Hyde of your being. For you have not submitted yourself to your Holy Christ Self, thereby guarding the bastions of your consciousness. And this can become a tragedy that engenders immense evil. For if one cannot control the various elements of the four quadrants of one's being, the door remains open whereby at any time the dweller-on-the-threshold may make its presence known and move against the sacredness of the soul.

Messenger's commentary: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde portrays the downfall of Dr. Jekyll, a good man who could not come to terms with his dweller-on-the-threshold. He craved perfection and his pride blinded him to Paul's teaching that "we have all sinned and come short of the glory of God." <6> The picture Jekyll paints of himself reveals a man loathe to wear the garments of humility: "I was born to a large fortune, endowed besides with excellent parts, . . . fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellowmen." He harbored an "impatient gaiety of disposition," which conflicted with an "imperious desire to carry [his] head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public." The years wore on and eventually he found that he was "committed to a profound duplicity of life." Although others would have accepted and even been proud of the irregularities he was guilty of, he had set himself such high standards that he "regarded and hid [his irregularities] with an almost morbid sense of shame." He simply could not live with the evil that lurked within him. He became painfully conscious of his dweller as a separate entity exerting pressure upon his soul and craving expression. Jekyll explains: And it chanced that the direction of my scientific studies, which led wholly towards the mystic and transcendental, reacted and shed a strong light on this consciousness of the perennial war among my members. With every day, I thus drew nearer to that truth...that man is not truly one, but truly two. . . . And I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere policy of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens. So Jekyll came face to face with his dweller as a legion of entities. His revulsion at having to live in such close proximity to them--and his karma--hounded him day after day. And then a grand scheme suggested itself: I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself, could but be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were bound together--that in the agonized womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. Jekyll had swallowed the lie that the evil part of himself had as much a right to exist as the good. He wrongly concluded that the struggle between good and evil within him was part of God's plan and that he would be doomed to suffer it forever. He did not understand that it is indeed possible to escape the grip of the toiler. Instead of conquering the evil, he was duped by the interplay of human good and evil and thus became stuck in the mists of maya. Rather than emulate the victorious saints, who also had to grapple with their karma and fend off the onslaughts of Absolute Evil, he chose the path of self-indulgence, indulging his lesser self. In order to curtail the struggle between his polar twins, Jekyll compounded a mixture of chemicals into a potion that could completely change his personality and its appearance. This would dethrone his spiritual powers of good "from their supremacy" and substitute "a second form and countenance . . . none the less natural to [him] because they were the expression, and bore the stamp, of lower elements in [his] soul." After quaffing the first draught, says Jekyll, I knew myself, at the first breath of this life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil; and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine. . . .The evil side of my nature...was less robust and less developed than the good which I had just deposed. . . .In the course of my life, which had been, after all, nine-tenths a life of effort, virtue and control, it had been much less exercised. . . . When I wore the semblance of Edward Hyde, none could come near me at first without a visible misgiving of the flesh. This was . . .because all human beings, as we meet them are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil. Thus Jekyll had succeeded in his purpose, but there remained one catch: "I now had two characters as well as two appearances, one was wholly evil, and the other was still the old Henry Jekyll, that incongruous compound of whose reformation and improvement I had already learned to despair. The movement was thus wholly toward the worse." Take care, then, that you not fall into the trap of thinking that you can indulge your dweller and just let the results fall into the "forgettery" of the electronic belt, tucked safely away--out of sight, out of mind. While your dweller plays, your soul becomes prey to its magnetism and is drawn inexorably down, down, down until she takes a stand against that insatiable fiendish parasite. Every bit of your dweller's energy bears the stamp of your soul's identity. And your soul must ultimately pay all of her bills. Paul exhorts us: Let every man prove his own work, and then shall he have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another. For every man shall bear his own burden. Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting. And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:4, 5; 7-9 Jekyll carried on for a long time, transforming himself into the loathsome creature, Edward Hyde, only to restore himself to the good doctor after each period of debauchery. But after one of these misadventures, while dozing, the retransformed Jekyll's eye rested upon his hand. He reports: Now, the hand of Henry Jekyll. . . was professional in shape and size; it was large, firm, white and comely. But the hand which I now saw, clearly enough in the yellow light of a mid-London morning, lying half shut on the bedclothes, was lean, corded, knuckly, of a dusky pallor and thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair. It was the hand of Edward Hyde. I must have stared upon it for near half a minute, sunk as I was in the mere stupidity of wonder, before terror woke up in my breast as sudden and startling as the crash of cymbals; and bounding from bed, I rushed to the mirror. At the sight that met my eyes, my blood was changed into something exquisitely thin and icy. Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had awakened Edward Hyde. . . . That part of me which I had the power of projecting had lately been much exercised and nourished. . . . If this were much prolonged, the balance of my nature might be permanently overthrown, the power of voluntary change be forfeited, and the character of Edward Hyde become irrevocably mine. Mark Prophet often quipped, "The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth." Jekyll had so strongly formed the habit of exercising his dweller that he was effectively buried in its momentums. He had tilted his world toward evil and now the pendulum of his consciousness was so strongly attracted to its lair that his home base had changed sides. Now he would have to work hard to retrieve his Godly nature. In his lecture on momentum, Mark Prophet explains Jesus' teaching on this syndrome: "Unto him that hath shall more be added and from him that hath not shall be taken away even that he hath." <7> If you don't put the plus factor of God in your life, what are you putting in? If you eliminate the plus factor of the Creator and his purposes and his will from your life, what are you eliminating but the plus factor you need in order to multiply your own momentums? And then you're a have-not and you've got a momentum on being a have-not and every day you have less and less. <8> Shocked into a semblance of reality by this turn of events, Jekyll sternly resolved to live an upright life. For two months he "bade a resolute farewell to the liberty, the comparative youth, the light step, leaping pulses and secret pleasures that I had enjoyed in the disguise of Hyde." But then the monkey jumped onto his back again. "I began to be tortured with throes and longings, as of Hyde struggling after freedom; and at last, in an hour of moral weakness, I once again compounded and swallowed the transforming draught." He explains this remission by confessing, "I had voluntarily stripped myself of all those balancing instincts by which even the worst of us continues to walk with some degree of steadiness among temptations; and in my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to fall." Disgusted with the crimes Hyde subsequently committed, Jekyll once again "resolved in my future conduct to redeem the past." He was successful for a time, but I was still cursed with my duality of purpose; and as the first edge of my penitence wore off, the lower side of me, so long indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for license. Not that I dreamed of resuscitating Hyde; the bare idea of that would startle me to frenzy; no, it was in my own person that I was once more tempted to trifle with my conscience; and it was as an ordinary secret sinner that I at last fell before the assaults of temptation. . . and this brief condescension to my evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul. It happened on a pleasant sunny day while Jekyll was sitting on a park bench. He was being assailed by Hyde, but was not moved to indulge him. He reflected that he was still a good man, like his neighbors. And then I smiled, comparing my active goodwill with the lazy cruelty of their neglect. And at the very moment of that vainglorious thought, a qualm came over me, a horrid nausea and the most deadly shuddering. The good Jekyll had once again, "involuntarily" turned into the beast, Edward Hyde. All it took was a tinge of prideful thought and down he went, so great was his investment in evil by that time. He was revolted by his plight: He thought of Hyde, for all his energy of life, as of something not only hellish but inorganic. This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead and had no shape, should usurp the office of life. However, now one of the components of his potion had run out. But the original supply of this component contained an unknown impurity that turned out to be the needed active ingredient. And this ingredient was no longer to be found anywhere in or around London. So he could no longer reproduce the original formula. The good Dr. Jekyll was doomed to live out the remainder of his days as his own nemesis, subject to the apelike spite and murderous craving of Edward Hyde. As I am in silence, I am surveying levels and compartments of your beings, your chakras, your lifestreams. You cannot withhold anything from me, beloved, for I am your Lord and I see all things. You Must Accelerate Now I repeat: If the Great White Brotherhood were not determined, for very serious reasons, to accelerate your path to higher levels of consciousness, ultimately leading to your ascension, I would not be speaking to you on this subject. The reality is that unknown forces permeate the world and your position ought not be taken for granted. The door of opportunity is ajar, but one day it will shut. Today you have the sponsorship of an embodied Messenger, who keenly senses the individual needs of this Community as well as the needs of the servants of God in other churches and organizations. And so I have instructed the Messenger to give advanced training to those who have balanced 51 percent of their karma that they might realize how easy it is for a chela on the Path or anyone to lose ground in a moment of thoughtlessness--of nonthinking, of doing too many things at once. All of these things count, beloved, in the ledger of life, and they determine whether you will be in the black or in the red. Therefore, we will begin to give certain lessons to you who would balance 100 percent of your karma. Otherwise, you shall be as blind men, not knowing which way to turn, not knowing which way is up, not knowing how to internalize the magnificence of your Christhood. This is no longer something you can toy with. Sons and daughters of God, making your ascension is a very serious matter.