The Healing Chalice

July 1954

Oh! Beloved Children of Earth! Long hast thou tarried on my small Star. Long have I awaited thy homecoming. Thy Mother, in longing, awaits thee, ever hoping for thy return. Enmeshed in the questionable pleasure of Earth dwellers, thou hast forgotten the way back to the highway from whence thou hast wandered. Thou hast sought adventure in the byways and inviting fields filled with the fragile, fleeting flowers of thy fellow man's creations. Too often, snared in illusion, thou hast found what seemed to be a fair plain of beauty, fragrant with the blossoms of those ideals which thou hast sought, only to have it vanish from view, leaving thee amidst rocks and barren wastes that bruised thy feet and tried thy very soul. 

Come now, my children! Let there be an end of illusion. Within thy bosom smolders the spark of Sacred Fire within which abides my Light and thy true happiness and perfection. "I AM" thy Father, bidding thee return to thy natural and native Home. Let that Flame within thee blaze and light thy way. It is a lantern lighted within thee to illumine thy pathway through the darkness of maya which seems to hide my face from thee. Fan the spark and let the blaze of that Flame show thee where thou mayest safely place thy faltering feet while seeking thy return. Project thy Light upon illusion and see it vanish in the brilliance of thy Shadowless Light. "I AM" ever replenishing thy Fire with my own Breath, my Life in thee. Thou art my Will in action if thou wilt but choose to express my Love and Power in the Divine Fulfillment of that Will, through thy love for me. Come! my dear ones! Let thy Father heal thy wounds and cleanse thy spirit, clothing thee once more in the raiment of the Sun. 

Raise thine eyes to me and I will guide thy footsteps unto the gates of thy heavenly "home." thy Faith and thy Love shall be thy wings which will bear thee swiftly unto liberation. My Purple Fires of Mercy and Forgiveness, my Flames of Transmutation, shall loose thee from the magnetic pull and call of yesteryear. Thou art the director and master of that Flame if thou wilt but accept thy Gift and with it thy Divine Obligation. Thy lighted lamp shall serve not only to illumine thy way but shall shine upon the pathway for all to see who pass thy way. Thou shalt become a shepherd and many are those who shall turn from their darkness and distress and follow thee. My Angels of the Purple Fire attend thee. Come children! Thy Father-Mother God now calls thee home!