Transforming Errant Spirals of Energy - Part 3

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In the stillness of the rose of Love, there we find that very Love that shall bring us unto the heights of the skies, unto the depths of the Earth where the core of the essence of that Earth abides—that place where we are one, that we share as our own home. Enter, enter the beauty of the rose of Love, beloved, for in the sweetness of that Love, even though there be apparent loss on this plane and in the outer, understand that there is joy, that there is protection, and that there is perfection. For does not Love hold the formulae of beauty, and does not beauty convey unto the soul the sweetness of perfection? And in the contact with that beauty, in the contact with those formulae, beloved, we do contact the essence of Love that we truly are.

For "What is our essence? What are we made up of?", we ask ourselves. We look into the mirror as Emilia did do when she was a little child, and we say, "Who am I? What is that reflection that is gazing back at me? Can I penetrate the reflection of the bones and the skin, and the molecules of matter? Can I penetrate that and go into the Center of each one of those cells and atoms, and can I find within the Center the same essence that I should find in the Center of the rose of Love?"

O the sweetness of the Center of being, O what we find there, all of the peace and the Love, all that we should ever need to journey, beloved, it is all there. It is all found within. We have simply to believe that within the Center of Self abides the sweet holy child of Love, the offspring of the Mother and the enlightened Father, who are O so very much in Love, beloved, and the fruit of their Love is the holy child that I am.

In order to see and feel and know the Love within, we must contact the sweetness of the offspring of the loving union of the Father and the Mother, and when we contact that purity, that fount of everlasting life that rises with joy and with all things that we require for the maturing of self, for the growth of Self unto our own adulthood, beloved, unto the coming of age of the soul, for it is the age of integration. It is the age of the putting on of the garments of Light. It is the age to accept the sweetness of the nurturing of the Mother, and the strength and the power of the direction and alignment of the Father, in his great wisdom, in his vision of perfection in the arms of the Mother and through her nurturing.

And when we open our arms unto this, then we may begin the process of integration, of the growing into the graduate level, the gradations of Self that are integrated, interrelated with the formulae of being, that we determined to put on and to embody, and to become. O the joy of knowing, beloved, who I am. Therefore, release the sophistications of the mind that whisper this and that, and enter the emanations of Love that will become a magnet for those very formulae that you look for without Self, that you look for to the right, to the left, and that indeed when you find them you simply decide that you shall be entertained by them.

You shall read the poems of Love, but will you write the poems of Love, beloved, will you become the author of your destiny? Will you become the one that receives intimations from within? That is the work at hand of integration, beloved. If those poems show us the way of the writing of the script of Self, of victory, then let us study them. But let us study them that we might extract the formulae of the one who wrote the poems. Let us enter the essence of that one's being, and let us understand how that one was able to produce such engrams of Light, such blessed, blessed releases of Light.

And then let us become athrilled with the knowledge that "this I shall do also, and furthermore, I shall write new poetry, I shall break the molds!" For there are no two molds that are alike, beloved. Do not take another's mold and desire to place the essence of self within that mold and see what that shall give you, for it shall not work, for you do not desire this, and you shall become enangered with yourself, that you have settled for an imitation, rather than an integration, beloved.

The teacher would not simply pour his essence of knowledge into yourself, but he will give you the keys, she will give you the keys to unlock these very energies within that shall lead you unto the creation of the mold, of the essence of being, that you shall deliver your teachings unto yourself, that your own Higher Self. And who do you think is your Higher Self, beloved? Is it some bearded god? Is it some long-haired goddess? Nay, it is who you are, beloved, who you are indeed. It is not some anthropomorphic god, beloved. It is the god that you are within, beloved. O this, this is the new way. Walk ye in it, beloved.

Take up the walking stick, and walk your own walk, beloved. Only borrow another's stick for a season, beloved, and be not satisfied with that which is given to you from without, but simply learn from it the keys that shall empower you to flow from within unto the without, from the without transformed, purified, raised up unto the within. This is the dance, beloved, and as we have said, if those dancing shoes oppress the feet, do not be satisfied with those dancing shoes, but kick them off and be free, beloved, be free to know the great God Self that abides within. Let there be the unlocking of Self!

O the joy of the be-ness of Self, beloved! O in this place of Center, in the Center of the rose of Love that lies within the heart, in the garden, the sweet garden of Self. O there we are one, there we do hold hands and create a mighty ring and rings and rings around the holiness of Center. And those rings flow outward and outward and outward! O and then they turn about in the dance, and they go inward and inward and inward, and there, in the Center of the rose there is oneness, there is Love, there is peace, there is integration. We are One, beloved, we are One.

Crystal

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