{{{Simon}}} has asked me if I would share some of my story of how I got to where I am, what I have been through to get *here*. So this is a little bit of it. Many of us are under the illusion that we have done the work required of the process. *Illusion*, I say, because most of us haven’t even started. There are issues still to be faced. Issues of co-dependency, issues that make smothers and fodders, SMOTHERS AND FODDERS.

I had a smother. I also had a fodder. Smothers usually raise little smothers and fodders raise little fodders. But in my family, my older brother became a smother, which left me the role of fodder. Smother/fodder, that was me, after both my smother and fodder had died.

My fodder died first, delegating to me the role of fodder for my smother, which in turn, meant being fodder for my older brother and sister, too, since they both lived off smother, being smothers themselves. Each one of them claimed the freedom to do whatever they pleased, feel however they pleased, believe however they pleased, and then turn to me to make everything in their lives work out the way they wanted. Just like they had done to fodder.

I was the family’s fireman, spending most of my waking moments running around putting out the fires they had started. At one time in my life, I was taking care of a baby born deaf, taking care of a smother with Alzheimer’s, and maintaining three houses, which also consisted of paying all the bills on those three houses. “Look at me, aren’t I a heroic fodder?”

I had no life of my own, and no role or meaning in it, except for being at smothers “beck and call”. But I wasn’t my smother’s fodder. I also wasn’t my siblings fodder. But like all co-dependents, once our fodder was gone, they looked to me to fill in for him. Seems like being a codependent was all the reason they needed, to demand sucking the energy of my life from me. Using the very idea that I would not jump at the chance, to prove how much I loved them, as the basis for all their demands on my time and energy. “Prove you love me, make me happy.”

Time passed, with smother’s Alzheimer’s steadily progressing. The very worst time for smom, was when she still retained enough of her functions to know that everyday she would wake up knowing less and less. It was both mentally and emotionally torturous for her. We spent many afternoons talking and that’s when she shared her own personal hell. For she expressed there wasn’t a moment that went by that she didn’t spend in regret and remorse. She was soooo sorry for what she had done over the years but could not apologize, because fodder was gone. But he had been right and her wrong. And now she knew it.

My smom could boohoo at the drop of a hat. As she often did when things did not go her way or her idea of the way things were suppose to go. That’s when she’d hit us over the head with guilt trips for “making her cry.” The very worst possible trouble we could get into with fodder, was upsetting smother. And what she admitted to me, is that what she had done all her life, was use guilt trips whenever she was unhappy, especially on fodder and especially when it came to my older brother. The sibling that had returned ‘home’ right after fodder’s death and been living like a leech off smom ever since. Forty-five years old, with two college degrees and had never earned a living in his lifetime.

This all stopped the moment that smom handed the reins of the family to me. For I lifted the burden of regret off her shoulders by promising I would take care of my brother and do what fodder would have done long ago. If she hadn’t manipulated him. I made a promise to clean up her mess. And told her not to waste one moment of her life feeling regret for me, for placing this burden on my young shoulders. I had broad shoulders, I could carry the load. I had been raised the youngest child after all, following behind two irresponsible nitwits. I had been the “garbage can” child of the family. Whatever the family’s garbage, it fell to me to deal with it.

Many thought of me as “tough” but my fodder had been the one person that *knew*. I wasn’t “tough” at all. I simply knew how to ACT “tough”, just like he had shown me. Just like is expected of all fodders in our Society.

I was made Steward of our family’s values. And I *knew* what my parents had wanted of me. I was their only hope they said, their only child that would ever have any kids of my own. They asked me to heal the family of our dysfunctions and pass along the Values they had, as parents, always striven to teach. On their respective death beds, both my smother and fodder asked me to become a mother and father, instead. “Find a way out of our box”, they instructed me. Knowing all along my penchant for finding loopholes in boxes.

I don’t get along very well now, with either smothers or fodders. For what makes us a smother or a fodder is being a co-dependent. And the very energy of codependency is what is no longer being energetically supported as a viable relationship pattern. Quite honestly, because it sucks and at its very foundation is a belief that is disrespectful towards humanity.

My smom sucked off my fodder. Exactly like the way my brother sucked off her. I realize many smothers and little smothers contend that the ‘feminine’ has been “abused” by the ‘masculine’ but this is not so. Smothers are the very ones responsible and accountable for the cultivation and nurturing of the debilitating pattern of “abuse”. Without any smothers, there would be no fodders, for one is the cause and the other, an effect.

Smom had tried her tricks with me after fodder died. They didn’t work. “I don’t want to talk about that; it makes me upset” she would say. And I would respond that we have to talk about it and to get over it, meaning her upset. My brother would also try the same tricks. Try, being the operative word. “I’ll walk out of this house and you’ll never hear from me again”, he would say. Just like he had threatened smom all her life. And I would respond by asking him if that was a promise, for it was my intent to hold him to it.

After smom was safely in a care facility where she could receive constant around the clock care, I informed my brother that if he wanted to continue to live in the ‘family home’, he was going to have to start paying the bills. He was going to have to get a “job”. He was going to have to provide the fuel for his own life, rather then expecting anyone else to pay for the costs of his choices for him. So with 2 college degrees to his credit, both bought and paid for by ‘the family making sacrifices for him’, he went out and got a job, finally, as a frozen food stocker at the grocery store.

I knew this brother of mine. I knew his excuses for avoiding responsibility. He would say ‘just tell me what to do that will please you’, then wail in self defense that he would only be doing ‘as he was told’. So I undermined his escape hatch, by simply telling him he was free to make his own decisions, of course, he was also going to be responsible and accountable FOR all those decisions and choices. Then I waited. Waited for him to leave of his own accord, because I wasn’t going to give him any ammo to use against me in the future, that I had ‘kicked him out’.

After finding another woman, a smother, that he could suck off of, he finally vacated the house. Just what I had been waiting for. I knew my smother’s lovely home had been trashed. I also knew that it was futile to try to restore it, so long as my brother was still in residence. Just as a house trashed by animals, has to have the animals removed before any real clean up work can be done.

We had to wear face masks as we first started to clean it up because of the fumes. The wall to wall carpet was soaked in urine as we carried it out of the house. We had to use snow shovels to scrape the carpet pad off the foundation, as it had started to rot and decompose. The parquet floors had been left in standing water and they had to be removed. And we had to use a small jackhammer, to break up the imported tile, since all the grout had been permeated with urine, too. Litter boxes were over full and feces were all over the place. Gaping holes had been chewed in the walls, and a houseful of antiques, gnawed beyond recognition. We took the house down to its very bones, then rebuilt it back again, from foundation to roof.

When my brother got kicked out, the woman finally catching on to what kind of cad he was, he called ‘me’, trying to weasel his way back ‘home’. I’m getting “all my ducks in a row”, he said. And that’s when I told him all his ducks were dead. He was owed nothing and better count himself lucky that I didn’t sue him for damages. That’s when Reality sunk into him, that I had truly meant what I said. That I WAS going to hold him responsible and accountable for all his choices. And his days of sucking off of family, were OVER. My foot came down right across his throat. For I wasn’t a smother and I wasn’t a fodder by that time.

I no longer believed nor supported the moral code of smothers and fodders. I found the role of parasite or the role of the fresh meat that all parasites live off of, unbecoming, which basically means, not something I was about to even try to become. Smothers had no value for their own lives, where I did.

The idea that made my smom into a smom, was the idea that the greatest value she could achieve in her life, was to lay down that life, for those she loved. It was a pitiful ideal. Of course, “pity” was what she counted on to feed her role of martyr. And while I had compassion, after all I had been through, I was fresh out of pity. I was fed up with castrating men into becoming fodders for poor pathetic smothers.

As a mother, I considered fodders unattractive and uninteresting. When it came to sharing my bed, I felt no desire for sharing it with an emotional child. I had no Oedipus complexes.

Over a period of years, every so often a smother or a fodder has tried their little game of trying to suck the energy from my life in order to feed their own. One time a young couple needed help, so we extended it. We gave them one month’s worth. At the end of that month, the young lady stood in my kitchen, yelling at me for not lying to her parents when they called. Don’t I know her parents worry about her?

“Well”, I said, “of course I do. It’s your game to make them worry. Every time their lives don’t revolve around you, you pull some stunt to make them snap to attention. Worrying about you is what you count on. If you REALLY didn’t want them to worry, then you wouldn’t choose to lock yourself in your fodder’s bathroom, and pass out in the tub, after swallowing a bunch of pills. You’d go swallow your pills some where they wouldn’t find out about it.”

“They worry about me dying!”, she shrieked.

“Of course they do and it is what you count on to manipulate them every time. But it doesn’t work with me. If you want to die then I respect your wishes. Go right ahead. I’ll do nothing to stop you. I simply ask that you do it someplace else.”

“You don’t care if I live or die?”, she asked, extremely perplexed.

“Of course I CARE but I’m not in charge. You are. And if your own life isn’t worth your own effort when it comes to surviving, then what makes you think it is worth mine? What makes my life worth less then yours? Nothing, that’s what. I love life. I cherish it. So much that I’m not about to throw mine away on someone who has none. Your life is your own. Go ahead and trash it. Throw it away. Just don’t expect me to trash mine, in any attempts to save you from yourself.”

She took off walking and I haven’t seen her since. I’ve heard about her, though. She’s a tweeker, heavily into meth, whatever that is. She’s a dealer for her fodder, who uses her dealership, as a way for her to show how much she loves him and he, her. She’s still leeching out a life from whomever buys into her pitiful story and game. Which sure as hell isn’t me.

I’ve learned the lesson of co-dependency: Don’t be one.

For those of us who haven’t yet learned this lesson, prepare for your life to start falling apart. “Aversion therapy” is what I think it’s called. For “our family home” which is our planet, has been trashed the same way as my brother trashed my smother’s lovely home. Irresponsible, emotionally self indulgent drama queens, willfully choosing self sacrifice and trashing the value of their own lives have been in charge: “smothers”.

Well…”Mother” is back in town and she in not pleased with the way her home has been treated while she has been away. She’s cleaning house. All of us who don’t know any better then to enable dependency patterns will learn – the hard way. As ability TO enable is taken away.

Every single one of us that has thought to drain other people’s lives in order to serve our own, will now find the living energy being drained out of our lives, instead.

I might be considered “rough” and “rude”, especially to some women, but I’m a cream puff compared to what is coming. Just consider me like a shot in arm. An immunization shot, for the purposes of jump starting our immune systems, so they will be ready to survive what’s coming. It isn’t a “good” time to be caught being a smother or a fodder. And the very best and most loving thing we can do for ourselves, our world and humanity in general, is to drop the whole idea of “laying down our lives for the love of another”. For there is NO Love in the ideal at all. None. Nada. Zippo. Nor any Honor or Self Respect either. There is only Need and an irrational wish not to be accountable for it.

Life. We’re in a cycle now of learning to love it or die trying.

All ‘animals’ are going to be housebroken or are not going to be allowed to enjoy our “family home” at all. It’s not fair nor respectful for family members to have to live with the filth, that those who know no value for family, create in their wake. Nor is it fair for some to have to keep cleaning up the messes of others. For it is by cleaning up our own messes, that we learn the wisdom to stop making them.

“Take up your bed and walk.” – Christ

Sincerely,

“Mother”

I *know* I inspire some of us to feel uncomfortable. And I sincerely thank those of us who have had patience and compassion with me, as I fumble for words and ways to convey meaning for those of us starting to awaken and in various stages of awakening. Unity is not easy to communicate in terms of conflict. Unity embraces conflict but it doesn’t work the other way around. Conflict does not embrace Unity. It can’t. Because it’s conflicted. So you can imagine my dilemma.

I speak of Unconditional Love as a healing Power and cite our beliefs in conditional love, as the cause of all our conflict. It takes drawing a line to separate, in order to originally make parts. Once we have parts, THEN we can set these parts in conflict with one another. And that is what we have all been taught to do. Relate ‘parts’ in a pattern of conflict.

Like the way we ‘see’ oil and water…in conflict with each other. They just don’t mix.

And here I pop up and say, “Oh yes they do mix! Perfectly in fact. They respond to each other exactly as their nature programmed them to do.

Just like the rapist and his partner in victimization.  The rapist is a victim of certain attitudes of judgment and his expression is a result of it.

You see, it’s relating things in a way of cooperation rather then conflict that is the distinguishing characteristic of Unity. And it is also expressing this tone that makes a lot of us feel uncomfortable.

I see the rapist and his “victim” as ends of the same rubber band. And the rubber band’s name is “sex”. The rapists’ actions are born from urges beyond his control. And his “victim” is one of us who has radiated condemnation for almost all sexual activity. Most likely inhibited and judgmental of carnal desires.

Follow it along and we’d find that the rapist has been mentally and emotionally battered and beaten and abused, by the condemnations and judgments of the uptight and sanctimonious and there we have it….the two ends of the same rubber band. One end goes one way from “balanced” and it causes the other end to go in the opposite direction of “balanced”. *walla* The Universe maintains harmony between all ‘parts’, unbalanced or not, all the time.

Unity awareness is also being at Peace with things that cause others of us to wail and moan in horror. Unconditional Love is just the start. Unconditional Acceptance and Unconditional Tolerance are even HARDER to anchor, ground and integrate.

I extend Compassion but not Sympathy and a lot of us have the two confused. Sympathy is what us victims want; but not Compassion. For Compassion is when we claim responsibility for our life while sympathy requires we not.

I extend Understanding but not necessarily agreement. And this is where it gets *sticky*.

I can certainly understand conflict. There is simply no way I can oppose it and maintain any Integrity of being. Sure, I can say I oppose war, yet simply opposing it is the same as taking an attitude of warring upon it. ‘Make war on war’. It’s the same thing as hating haters and being prejudice against prejudice people. These are all idiotic ideas and I *know* because I happen to have been one of the idiots that thought such things once…what seemed like long ago.

I can extend Understanding; I simply cannot agree to conflict just the same and, express Peace with any semblance of Power or Integrity. A Sovereign cannot be partial. Always embraces ALL ways. The good and the beautiful, as well as, the bad and the ugly.

You see, when I was little and used to cry at the drop of a hat because I was so sensitive, I heard a song. I guess I heard it so often I took the words to heart. Little did I know where it would lead me or what it would lead me into doing.

By expressing being AT Peace, no matter what horror, no matter what disaster happens…I make those of us who are conflicted, (and I have certainly been there)…uncomfortable. But I won’t stop.

Because while many of us say we’d like there to be Peace in our World, it never has occurred to us that we’re the ones responsible for putting it there. And therein, is the reason why I respond to life the way I do. I’m working under Universal Law, sowing and reaping in my life. Like the song lyrics said:

Let there be Peace on earth
And let it begin with me.

I’ve actually sat and thought about it for the past couple of days. {{{tumel}}} brought something to my Awareness…

the difference between the perception of a circle, as in going in circles and, the perception of a spiral, ascending ever onwards. That’s what’s happening right now. We, Humanity, are stepping up a level on that evolutionary spiral. It really is a great cause to CELEBRATE!!!!!!

But…

as {{tumel}} shared with me, many of us are being “seduced by the dark side”, as Yoda would say. “Oh, to go back to “the good ole days”.

And to that I’ve got to say:

Bah humbug. Go stuff it up your shorts. There has never been a GRANDER time to be alive!!!! We are pioneering expansions in AWARENESS. Conscious Awareness.

There’s a new slogan:

“Embrace the race.“

And it’s about Energy…new energy. Specifically, “Green Power”. The goal is coming up with *new* renewable types of Energy. Types that are NOT draining to resources. And the reward is the greatest wealth possible that our World has ever seen.

Entrepreneurs all around the world are “embracing the race”. There soon will be an explosion of ingenuity and inventiveness coming out of garages all over the place in the US alone. New technologies in all sorts of areas.

There IS NO “energy shortage”. There ARE shortages, however, when it comes to “old energy”. And these shortages will continue to accelerate. Desperation, if nothing else, fueling desires to “embrace the race”.

For Necessity is the Mother of INVENTION!

Inventions that have been blocked from coming into our Awareness for over 100 years.

Imagine after taking the plunge into materialism there would be a one of us that would desire giving up all the gadgets and toys and creature comforts? NOOOO!!!!!!! We’re going to have BOTH!!!! Gadgets, toys, creature comforts, FREELY AVAILABLE ENERGY and “save the planet” at the same time.

Piece of cake.

Ohhhh, I can *hear* the Doubt. But I *know* us as not many of us do.

My son often calls from college if he’s feeling anxious. And most often it’s the result of a behavior pattern I recognize. Do/did the same thing myself. Often.

I used to let the pile of laundry pile up until it became a massive job of about 12 loads. Then do it all at once. “Tada! Look at me! Aren’t I capable! See what feats I can accomplish? See what mountains I can conquer?” And my son, sometimes finds himself procrastinating, too… So he calls me and I remind him of his pattern, our pattern, of doing this just to show ourselves how competent we are.

It has to do with motivation. And to those of us who enjoy experiences of achievement, we often let the ‘problem’ build, just to increase the intensity of the excitement to truly “heroic” proportions. The drama of it feeds our emotional addictions to drama.

So as we watch the ‘news’ and absorb the barrage of information being spun out, don’t “be seduced by the dark side”. The higher the price of a barrel of oil goes, the QUICKER and the FASTER, ALL of us are going to HAVE freely available energy.

There NEVER HAS BEEN a “good ole days”. So let the “old” go.

And embrace the race.

This is an except from the “Bridge to Freedom” Journals, dating 1935-1937.

“By definition, the Elohim are great Beings of Love & Light, whose co-operative endeavors are the building of our Universes. Each One has learned how to successfully use the Creative Power of thought, feeling, spoken word and action, as “God” intended these Powers to be used from the very beginning of time.

Their evolution is through the Elemental Kingdom. El-e-mental, meaning “Mind of God’. (even energy, has to be 1st imagined) This is a story from the Elohim of Peace, whose name is Tranquility.

‘I was one among those Elementals Who followed the exact order of Creation. You have seen Universal Elemental Light filling in the atmosphere; those tiny electrons (quantum packets of light) seem to be going nowhere – just flitting hither and yon in the sunshine. You see, when one is first God-created, there is complete freedom to just enjoy one’s self.

That is where some folks get the idea of ‘heaven’ being a place of eternal enjoyment, rest and general “do-as-you-please” attitude. They remember backwards.

Long, long ago, I was one of these tiny Elementals, flitting hither and yon in My Universe; whenever I felt like it, attaching Myself to some Light Ray projected by some Being of Whom I was scarcely cognizant. At times, I rode upon a great beam of Light which was destined to become part of a Star or some other lovely God-creation. I had no responsibilities and no obligations.

Then, suddenly, one day there came a feeling within Me that I wanted to be a conscious part of Creation. When this takes place in anyone, it means that the activity of the First Ray is born within them – the WILL TO DO. So it was with me.

Then I sought out someone Whom I knew could tell Me just what to do and, when I had found such a one, I was told that, if I cared to go to a certain Nature Temple, I could learn how to build form – perhaps a flower. To do this, together with others of like intent. I had to learn to hold the thought-form shown to Us by the presiding Deva, Our Instructor. After enrolling Myself as a student in this Nature Temple, My first assignment was to build a five-petaled, yellow flower and I shall never forget it.

O, there must have been a couple of hundred of Us in the class – all quite as irresponsible as Myself. We could hear the beautiful music outside the Temple; the air was so lovely and fresh; the beautiful Beings of Light were passing through the atmosphere outside the windows, – and the holding of the pattern of that flower got so monotonous, I can tell you! However, the Deva just stood there and from Himself He externalized the pattern of this flower which We were to learn to create. He tried to catch Our thoughts and focus them upon that flower. But, I soon found that just the WILL TO DO was not enough – there must follow the other six “steps” of Creation to perfect the activity.

Then suddenly, PERCEPTION came into My mind and I thought – “Yes, this is a part of Creation” and I PERCEIVED, at least, what the Deva wanted Me to try to do. Up until that time, I just enjoyed the fragrance, the color and the symmetry of that form of that flower. I did not feel that I wanted to do anything more than that about it. As that feeling of PERCEPTION took possession within Me, I consciously tried. O, but that first form which I attempted to create was certainly a distorted one – it was sort of square; it did not have enough petals; nor did it have the right fragrance. Besides, just as soon as I took My attention away from it – the form was gone! Now, some in the class were still not very concentrated in their attention and were still “flitting around”. However, those of Us Who really meant business finally moved up to the front of the room, nearer the Deva.

Well, as We continued to absorb the instruction and tried again and again, finally, one day, the little yellow flower appeared in My hands and I was so happy! This time I had the right number of petals and the right fragrance for My flower but – my goodness! Just as I was about to present my flower to the Deva, one of the Archangels went by the window and My attention being drawn by His magnificent light, it left My flower for an instant. When I looked back at My hand – the flower was gone! Just a lack of concentration, you see!

Now these Devas do not speak at all. They give all Their instruction through radiation and Our Teacher Deva suggested to Us that if we wanted to create these flowers consciously, We could add beauty and perfection to a Springtime on some lovely planet which the Elohim in charge of that planet were to beautify for the blessing of an evolution of living Souls. As I thought of this, LOVE for My endeavor was born within Me. I felt that I wanted to make that little flower perfect enough, fragrant enough, beautiful enough and make it last long enough to really bless some part of life. That was the third aspect of Divinity – LOVE – you see! Then I forgot Myself and the distraction of Those who were going by outside; then I really wanted to create that flower and I stayed with it!

What happened then? I received an assignment. The Devas do not assign one to the task of even becoming an apple blossom until They know you will stay with that task long enough to complete it. In My new assignment, I think there were about seven hundred of Us directed to adorn one big tree. Incidentally, the yellow flower I was to create does not grow on your earth – nor does such a tree. perhaps, one day it shall.

Here came another lesson which I did not learn at once. Our Teacher reminded Us that when We went to that planet with the Great Deva of the tree to be formed, We would see all different kinds of trees. He warned Us to watch and see that Our individual flower to be created did not become just like that which we saw on some other shrub or tree. I forgot his admonition and Mine did! I saw pink flowers, blue ones and white ones and, by the time I was through looking at them all. I had nothing definite of My Own in mind – and therefore no manifestation.

Then I learned the fourth lesson – the PURITY of holding to the Divine pattern which had been given me in the beginning. When We finally went back to Our Nature Temple ‘schoolroom’, none of Us Who had ‘lost out’ was at all proud of His accomplishments. You see, Those in charge always prepare more Elementals then They know will be needed for a certain creation and, therefore, the creation was completed by those who could do the work. I did not volunteer so quickly for the next experience, I can tell you! However, within Myself, I determined that I would hold the pattern of that yellow flower until I had brought it forth in perfection.

Finally, I did not even have to volunteer. My Teacher Deva, in mercy, said to Me, one day: “All right – you may go and try again”. This time I closed My eyes, My mind and My attention to everything but to the becoming of that yellow flower. Yet, there remained even more for remember – CONSTANCY – for I allowed My petals to fall before Springtime was over! I had to learn the fifth activity of CONSTANCY and CONCENTRATION until the Deva called me home. Because of my lack of CONSTANCY, after the premature falling of My petals, I was home a whole month before the others! I must tell you that I did not go into the Temple for quite a while – I walked up and down outside but I did not go in! At last, I had to go in – you know that! Whenever you are and whatever you volunteer to do, you must finish it one day.

When We gathered again before the Deva in the Nature Temple, I was seated far back in the last row. I was small of stature and I thought I would not be too easily seen there. Thinking to Myself, I said: “I shall never go out again. I’ll just stay right here”. However, next We were taught the lesson of RHYTHM.

Here I learned that I had to hold the purity of form and that I had to stay at My post until I was released by the Being Who had sent Me forth. That was CONSTANCY. Then, amazingly, I learned that I had to go every Spring! My goodness! I thought going once was a major achievement, but learned the lesson of RHYTHM – yellow flower – yellow flower – yellow flower – over and over again, each and every Spring. I shall not attempt to tell you how many Springtimes I became a yellow flower. Doing it once was a novelty; even a dozen times was fun; but every Spring seemed to Me like a long, steady, relentless “grind”! Obedience! Obedience! Obedience! to the end!

The last step to learn in this process of Creation was to HOLD THE PEACE. The last time the Deva told Me that I was going to be a yellow flower again – I nearly lost the whole course!!!! You see, in the meantime, others of My friends had become beautiful trees, shrubs and other lovely creations but I was still a little, tiny, yellow flower. So, you see, I had to learn to HOLD THE PEACE – PEACE which I became Myself – mind you – in a far distant scheme! So, if you are one of those “little yellow flowers”, learn to HOLD YOUR PEACE! Who knows what anyone’s use of free-WILL may do?

At last, on this final trip, I just let go! I really did! I thought: “If God Wills it, I shall be this blossom for Eternity!” That was My last trip! That absolute surrender gave Me My release and, that time, when I returned to My Deva in the Nature Temple, he crowned My service of the ages – AGES I SAID!- with Victory! Then I was graduated into the Devic Kingdom.

Now, proceeding along these “seven steps” of activity is the way by which the Elohim expand Their consciousness from an Elemental Being to a Great Builder of Form; it is the way by which the tiny Cherubim become great Devas of light and, passing through those “steps” also, the spiritually unawakened Soul eventually awakens and becomes an Ascended Being of Love and Light.

There is no escape from the following of these “steps” anywhere. Some natures are such that they accept and follow those “steps” quickly and some take a longer time to accomplish. Believe Me, I know! I think I was the slowest pupil of all the groupings of Elementals with Whom I started out but, one thing I learned (if nothing else) was to HOLD MY PEACE and abide in the Wisdom of Creative Law!

For the Kindness and the Courtesy of your attention and for your Love, I thank you! Will you remember always, please, that PEACE IS A POWER! I – Who have passed the way of evolution before you – I Am yours to command! I leave you with my Blessings. May all your Creations be perfect; your ‘flowers’ beautiful and all your endeavors successful in His Name! Thank you and good morning!”