Good friends, it is many a long year since I felt the swell of the ocean beneath my feet as I paced the deck of a boat but the barque that I refer to was not as seaworthy as the one that carries your precious selves tonight, yet it seems but yesterday that I trod the uneven boards that comprised the deck, looking at a horizon that would not yield a shoreline. Long after the hands had reitred at night did I pace that deck with the taste of the salt-spray upon my lips as my eyes endeavored to fashion out of the clouds, out of the heaving billows, out of fancy a land that I was sure existed as I was sure that I had a hand of flesh & feet that balanced against the roll of the sea that I might stand erect. & yet the spirit within me sagged as the days rolled into weeks & the calculation I had made so carefully did not yield the goal toward which I had set my consciousness & into which I had woven the reluctant energies of men of vision who believing in my purpose chose to forgo the security & safety of the known European continent & against the almost superhuman ignorance of that day ventured forth upon my word.
It is not a pleasurable experience to engage the life interests & the bodily safety of men, & then in the darkness of the night upon a chartless sea question your own faith, knowing that not only your own but the well-being & salvation of others depended upon the accuracy of your perception. Can you believe that power that lies within a vision before it becomes an accepted fact? Do you know what it is to thrill to that vision before the substance of the appearance world has yielded proof of its reality?
All this has long since passed for me, but you again are weaving your life energies into a vision of a free people. You too are on the uncharted spiritual seas engaged on a high adventure with sails unfurled & vision set toward an unknown shore. You have felt the exhilaration that precedes a new journey, you have felt the despondency & uncertainty that is characteristic of the unascended consciousness & which clings so powerfully to form.
To you I bring the conviction of my own faith in my vision, for one day the horizon did yield land & one day a green island swam before my misted eyes. One day the sun reflected on the waving plams. One day the land birds flew over the salt-encrusted masts. One day my heart leapt to find my vision fact & at the same time my knees bent in gratitude to God for sustaining our course westward in the face of almost insurmountable odds. So shall it be in your experience & in that of others who have touched the fringe of a God-free people where disease, death, decay & dissolution are no longer the heritage of the human bodies of men. This vision seems as fantastic now as a globular world was to the peoples of the fifteenth century but nevertheless as surely a predictable fact in the future.
You believed me then, you within this room who sailed with me across those uncharted seas. You shared in my despair & you shared in my victory. You were within the secret circle who examined with me each night the length & course of our daily journey set down in the private log I carried & wherein I writ my knowledge of the sea we had traversed, although we kept another log for the sailors lest in fright at knowing how far we had come from my calculated goal they would refuse to continue on & on & on.
In the hold of the ship in a cabin much smaller than this we sat the night the compass "failed", not knowing that as we turned & sailed due west instead of north the Polar Star (this should read "magnetic north" not "Polar Star", the Messenger erred -typist) would affect the needle. In looking at it that night we felt that our last hope was gone & yet when we faced the men the next day we could not tell them that we were no longer northward bound lest they become more discouraged than they already were. Remember you that hour? I shall never forget it thru all eternity. Yet despite that small irreconciliable defect we did find land.
Beloved (referring to chela present), you were not among that group but in a monastery in the heart of Spain. I left my son with you. It was thru your intervention that I gained access to Isabella's throne, & tonight I give to you my hand in love & gratitude for that service for opening to me ear, heart & purse that enabled me to outfit my small number of ships & their crew. You (referring chela chela present) were among my friends. You saw San Salvador, you saw Cuba. You shared my personal agony & you shared with me the joy I felt at the hot sand beneath our feet, the paradise of the good steady earth after the toll of the sea, the restful green of grass & shrub after the grey billowy waters of the wide Atlantic. Truly this night brings memories to my heart & brings warm remembrance to you, my friends!
When we enter the consciousness of a group of people who have shared a cooperative endeavor it stirs for us the great book of memory, & we can unfold from the history of our lives much of pleasure & in so doing bring to you the specific radiation of that flame & ray which is ours to give. This I do for you tonight!
Strange how the creaking of the boards & the roll of the ship bring me back to that sense of oneness in a shared danger, in a shared companionship, & it gives me a sense of security in knowing that my work is in the hands of those who have shared & cooperated with my vision for centuries in the safe compass of the heart's love, who proved their friendship in the world of form while yet it was filled with the errors that are the heritage of the human consciousness. It makes me happy that thru that misted consciousness in which you still function you are kind enough to perceive & give me an opportunity to share with you an essential truth.
When lifestreams believe in & have faith in the vision of another they form a mighty pillar of sustained energy to hold the consciousness that bears the vision high, & that feeling of trusted & trustful friends was the victory of Jesus & Morya & Kuthumi & myself & everyone of us who finally stepped over the threshold into freedom. Life & love do not forget, & we who live beyond the veil do not forget fidelity & constancy. SAINT GERMAIN
It is indeed a pleasure & a privilege for me to be allowed to grasp your hands thru the veil & I AM especially grateful to you for the many lifetimes you have dedicated yourselves to the service of the light. It is not only in this short span of your existence that you have chosen to step forth from the masses to face the ridicule of the outer mind & to blend the voluntary energies of your beings to setting God-life free. Age after age have your names been written in the Book of Eternal Life. Can you feel then the gratitude of Hierarchy for that service? I think you can!
I bow before your light & I carry within the compass of my Presence the blessings of Sanat Kumara in whose name you have chosen to present to the consciousness of people the reality of Hierarchy without whom this Earth would long since have passed into oblivion, the electrons which compose it returned to the universe & the souls depending upon it for existence snuffed out like candles before the wind.
A magnificent city your Havana! Have you thought why certain places on the face of this Earth attract many souls around them while other places equally desirable perhaps do not grow into cities? It is because of past momentums during which incarnate lifestreams facing God drew forth powerful foci of life-energy in those places in prayer, in devotion, in service, & created out of that unformed life essence a rhythmic pulsation of the sacred fire which has within itself a mystic power that draws the souls of men as flame draws moth so that bathed within that sacred fire the nourished spiritual centers of the soul may more quickly externalize God-mastery.
During the period of the great Atlantean culture the might Archangel Zadkiel focused the fire of invocation here within the aura of your present city, & the priests & priestesses of this order, drawing forth that sacred fire, were able to use the power of divine alchemy to change the quality of life-energy from shadow into light, from disease into harmony & from depression into happiness. You who have returned to this island were among that Brotherhood & in the momentum which is yours you have chosen to serve the souls of this magnificent metropolis.
The forcefield created by your cooperative endeavors gave the primal impetus for my new endeavor. As the charge of energy in a battery magnetizes the machinery, so does the momentum of energy drawn by a cooperative group of chelas build thru the years until it can be used by a member of Hierarchy to introduce a new cause or endeavor by which we might drive the wedge of the divine will & pattern of the universe into the consciousness of men.
Among all the qualities of the masters of wisdom, you will find gratitude high, both on lips & in hearts, for we live but to serve & we can serve only where we are accepted. How can a Hierachy direct the progress of a race unless they can reach the consciousness & outer minds of lifestreams who are in distress? Unless there is a bridge there is no link, no connection over which our design, our counsel, our words, our current endeavors may reach the intellect of the personal self.
What good purpose could be served in the twentieth century when new conditions have arisen from the fertile field of maya by repeating words I spoke one hundred years ago? If a child is crossing a street & a truck bears down upon him that is a current crisis that requires the energies of the present moment if one is to avert a tragedy. It would be to no purpose for the chela to rush into the house & read the Upanishads to find out what he is expected to do in the emergency. In other words current activities require current emergency methos & not the accumulated wisdom of the past.
Two thousand years have passed since Master Jesus was given opportunity to speak. The words he said then fell on deaf ears for the most part. The Piscean cycle was born & has almost closed, & only now mankind chooses to give freedom to the word pertinent to the beginning of that cycle. The nineteenth century has come & gone. Truly we spoke freely on the law then & those words are immortal. But the twentieth century presents its own emergencies, it own opportunities, & the counsel of 100 years ago is not pertinent to the endeavor which engages the energies of the Brotherhood in this hour.
It was to bridge this gap, to cross the chasm between now & then that I applied for a dispensation, an opportunity by whick I might endeavor to convince some old heart friends that we are capable of speech, capable of God-intelligence & that we do not rest upon our crowns, fulfilling a karma of merit to the tune of a celestial harvest while your planet stands at the end of its hour. Vain indeed would be our service to life if we were not abreast of the cosmic endeavor to create of this planet a light star.
Every hundred years within the two-thousand year cycle do the great Lords of Karma give a dispensation of energy to the spiritual Hierarchy, & Sanat Kumara, Lord Maitreya & the Maha Chohan in council decide how best to invest that energy. They look upon the souls of men, they look upon Earth conditions, they face the requirements of cosmic law & then together they design some cause of merit & present it to the entire Brotherhood. Opportunity is assigned to the various members of the Brotherhood & these members then call about themselves chelas like yourselves. They show them the pattern & plan & they ask the chelas if they wish to cooperate to bring that plan to fulfillment in the world of form. You have sat in many such councils. You have thrilled with enthusiasm at the eloquence of the God-free as they spoke of the mission of Gautama Buddha & of Jesus & of our later spiritual pioneers.
At inner levels it all seems so easy. There is no reluctant flesh, no clouded mind, no resistances of many selves, only the joy, the Christ, the gifts to be given to the world freely. It is easy to volunteer before incarnation takes place & for that reason the great Initiator himself carefully examines each volunteer before he is given opportunity to serve the Brothers in the world of form, for enthusiasm & zeal are not akin to constancy & hundreds & thousands of centuries of rhythmic selfless service.
You have heard of the initiation of beloved Mother Mary when she offered to bring forth the body of Master Jesus. She stood for three hours before Lord Maitreya trying to hold the pattern of the form of Helios & the great cosmic winds blew upon that pattern. They blew inside her mind & her feelings, endeavoring to take away her concentration, & every force in the atmosphere around her attempted to steal the attention of her senses which in that instant might have released the thoughtform & she then would have been removed from the list of possible candidates. Then, receiving the benediction of Lord Maitreya, she came to Earth & had to reenact thru all the years of Jesus' life & ministry that same test of holding the God-concept against the appearance of the world of form. The three hours at the foot of Calvary were no more intense & terrible than the hours spent in the proving of her worth.