« Mount Shasta stood out
boldly against the western sky, surrounded at its base by a growth of pine and
fir trees that made it look like a jewel of diamond shining whiteness held in a
filigree setting of green. Its snow covered peaks glistened and changed color
from moment to moment, as the shadows lengthened in the sun's descent toward
the horizon.
Rumor said there was a group of
men, Divine men in Fact, called the Brotherhood of Mount Shasta, who formed a
branch of the Great White Lodge, and that this Focus from very ancient times
had continued unbroken down to the present day.
I had been sent on government
business to a little town situated at the foot of the mountain, and while thus
engaged occupied my leisure time trying to unravel this rumor concerning The
Brotherhood. I knew, through travels in the Far East, that most rumors, myths,
and legends have, somewhere as their origin, a deep underlying Truth that
usually remains unrecognized by all but those who are Real students of life.
I fell in love with Shasta and
each morning, almost involuntarily, saluted the Spirit of the Mountain and the
Members of the Order. I sensed something very unusual about the entire locality
and, in the light of the experiences that followed, I do not wonder that some
of them cast their shadows before.
Long hikes on the trail had
become my habit, whenever I wanted to think things out alone or make decisions
of serious import. Here, on this great giant of nature, I found recreation,
inspiration, and peace that soothed my soul and invigorated mind and body.
I had planned such a hike for
pleasure as I thought, to spend some time deep in the heart of the mountain,
when the following experience entered my life to change if so completely that I
could almost believe I was on another planet — but for my return to the usual
routine in which I had been engaged for months.
The morning in question, I
started out at daybreak deciding to follow where fancy led, and in a vague sort
of way, asked God to direct my path. By noon, I had climbed high up on the side
of the mountain where the view to the south was beautiful as a dream.
As the day advanced, it grew very
warm and I stopped frequently to rest and enjoy to the full the remarkable
stretch of country around the McCloud River, Valley, and town. It came time for
lunch, and I sought a mountain spring for clear, cold water. Cup in hand, I
bent down to fill it as an electrical current passed through my body from head
to foot.
I looked around, and directly
behind me stood a young man who, at first glance, seemed to be someone on a
hike like myself. I looked more closely, and realized immediately that he was
no ordinary person. As this thought passed through my mind, he smiled and
addressed me saying:
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"My Brother, if
you will hand me your cup, I will give you a much more refreshing drink than
spring water."
I obeyed, and instantly the cup
was filled with a creamy liquid. Handing it back to me, he said:
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"Drink it."
I did so and must have looked my
astonishment for, while the taste was delicious, the electrical vivifying
effect in my mind and body made me gasp with surprise. I did not see him put
anything into the cup, and I wondered what was happening.
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"That which you
drank," he explained, "comes directly from the Universal Supply, pure
and vivifying as Life Itself, in fact it is Life —Omnipresent Life— for it
exists everywhere about us. It is subject to our conscious control and
direction, willingly obedient, when we Love enough, because all the Universe
obeys the behest of Love.
Whatsoever I desire manifests itself, when I command in Love. I held out
the cup, and that which I desired for you appeared.
See! I have but to hold out my hand and, if I wish to use gold — gold is
here."
Instantly, there lay in his palm
a disc about the size of a ten dollar gold piece.
(Cid's observation: then this person gave a very long
speech that I omitted so as not to overwhelm you with so much text.)
As his discourse ended, I began
to realice —that he must be one of the Ascended Masters— for he had not only
given me proof of his Dominion over the elements by precipitation —but had
instructed and explained— as he did it. I sat wondering how it was — that he
knew me.
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"My Son,"
he said, answering my thought at once, "I have known you for æons. In
raising your thought —by your own conscious effort— it made my coming to you
possible at this time. While I have always been in touch with you, when we were
both in our finer bodies —your conscious effort of reaching out to some one of
the Ascended Masters— opened the way for me to come to you in a much more
tangible way —that is— tangible to your physical senses.
(Cid's observation: then Saint-Germain gave another
very long speech that I omit so as not to saturate you with so much text, and
then Saint-Germain said goodbye to Guy Ballard.
And at once I transcribe how the second meeting was.)
The next few days, I spent
writing this record of my experiences. Then one morning on awakening I found a
golden card lying on the table near my couch. It looked like a piece of
metallic gold and on it in beautiful shaded script of a lovely violet color—was
just one short sentence:
"Be at our trysting place on the mountain at seven in the
morning," signed, "Saint Germain."
I put this card away carefully,
and could scarcely wait the intervening time — so great was my expectancy.
Early the next morning, while preparing a lunch, there came a distinct impulse —
not to take anything with me. I obeyed, and decided —to trust— that my needs
would be supplied directly from the Universal.
Light of heart, I was soon on my
way, determined not to miss any opportunity to ask questions — if permitted. As
I approached the appointed place —my body became lighter and lighter—until by
the time I was within a quarter of a mile — my feet scarcely touched the
ground. There was no one in sight, so I sat down on a log to wait for Saint
Germain —feeling no fatigue whatsoever— although my hike had been about ten
miles.
As I contemplated the wonderful
privilege and blessing that had come to me, I heard a twig crack and looked
around expecting to see him. Imagine my surprise, when not fifty feet away, I
saw a panther —slowly approaching. My hair must have stood on end. I wanted to
run— to scream —anything— so frantic was the feeling of fear within me. It
would have been useless to move for one spring from the panther would have been
fatal to me.
My brain whirled so great was my
fear —but one idea came through clearly— and held my attention steady. I
realized —that I had the Mighty "Presence of God" right within me
and— that this "Presence" was all Love. This beautiful animal was a
part of God's Life also, and I made myself —look at it— directly in the eyes.
Then came the thought that —one part of God could not harm another part— and I
was conscious of this fact only.
A feeling of Love swept over me,
and went out —like a Ray of Light— directly to the panther — and with it went
my fear. The stealthy tread ceased —and I moved slowly toward it— feeling that
God's Love filled us both.
The vicious glare in the eyes
softened —the animal straightened up— and came slowly to me, rubbing its
shoulder against my leg. I reached down and stroked the soft head. It looked up
into my eyes for a moment and then, laid down and rolled over like a playful
kitten. The fur was a beautiful, dark, reddish brown, the body long, supple and
of great strength. I continued to play with it and when I suddenly looked up,
Saint Germain stood beside me.
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"My Son,"
he said, "I saw the great strength within you or —I would not have
permitted so great a test. You have conquered— fear. My congratulations! Had
you not conquered the outer self, I would not have allowed the panther to harm
you—but our association would have ceased—for a time.
I did not have anything to do with the panther being there. It was part —of
the Inner operation — of the Great Law— as you will see before the association
with your new found friend ceases. Now, that you have passed the test of
courage, it is possible for me to give —much greater— assistance. Each day you
will become stronger, happier, and express much, greater freedom."
He held out his hand, and in a
moment there appeared four little cakes of a beautiful golden brown — each
about two inches square. He offered these and I ate them at his direction. They
were most delicious. Immediately — I felt a quickening, tingling sensation
through my entire body — a new sense of health and clearness of mind. Saint
Germain seated himself beside me and my instruction began. »
(Chapter 1)
OBSERVATION
On the blog I have shown you that
the Ascended Master Saint-Germain does not exist and that Guy Ballard was an
immense charlatan, so this story was simply another of the numerous lies that
this trickster invented.
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