As soon as He was approaching, near the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the miracles which they had seen, shouting: “blessed is the king who comes in the name of the lord; Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples.” But Jesus answered, “I tell you, if these become silent, the stones will cry out!”
The Ageless Wisdom teaches that every atom of matter is alive with its own level of consciousness. And as our personality is made of atoms, it too is alive with consciousness. This matter of our body, emotions and mind has lived, moved and been alive for longer than we can remember. The atoms are like old friends who we’ve called to assist us with our soul purpose. This old friend has a life of its own, and the quality of this life is determined by the quality of the deva who provides incarnated form, and the elemental lives, that make up the building blocks of that form. According to Alice Bailey, ‘This consummated Personality, synthesising in Itself all that preceded in human evolution, and expressing all that immediately may be, is God’s great gift to man’.
Our personality is a diamond in the rough and each life is an opportunity to polish and shine this precious stone, until it is perfectly cut and brilliantly radiant. This is what happens at the third initiation when our personality is transfigured. At that moment, says Bailey, the planetary Logos, God, or the Universal Intelligence, applies the Rod of Initiation to the three bodies of our personality, synthesising them into one unified being. At that moment we are conscious of what we already have become – the light supernal – redeemed elemental substance merged with our guiding light, our soul which is love. We become a being of pure love-wisdom.
Last full moon we celebrated Capricorn and the spiritual warrior’s initiation on the mountain top. The gift given is a reward for hard work undertaken with a willing heart, and the success that comes with endurance on the arduous Way of pain and suffering.
Why is it the way of pain and suffering? It’s the very reason that makes the elemental substance intelligent, that makes our personality think it’s an identity, and that also makes it difficult to handle. We suffer because we believe we are our personality which is in conflict with our soul. This personality can think for itself and it’s a bit like a recalcitrant child or even a wild animal. It wants to do it the way it’s always done it, without thought or realisation of the consequences. And like the parent, we the soul and master, need to guide it to better choices. We can do this the cruel and mean way, or the loving and sensitive way, as can any parent.
To be a good parent to these tiny lives, we need to heed the guidance of our soul – the super Nanny – for strategies to help these lives of which we’re made. We want to help them see that by doing as we ask, they can become more than they are. For this we need to treat them not with a carrot and stick, but with love, respect and firm discipline.
So in any interaction we are advised to stay centred in love and mindfulness so that all that we say and do is helping every tiny atom of ourselves, to be more – alive, alight and aflame.
At the moment we’re being faced with a crisis of teenage suicide. These young people are challenging our beliefs in the tinsel version of reality. It may be because many of this group has Pluto in Scorpio, and Scorpio governs the path of discipleship or the whole process until we reach the summit of initiation. Many of these young people are old souls and they aren’t playing the game. They don’t agree with our version of glamour and illusion. They’re saying – it’s not really there. Like generations before them, some are challenging the agreement on what is reality. But the difference is that now, with the incoming 7th ray, these powerful, fully individualised young people are acting in groups. They say, ‘What’s there is nothing, it’s horrible, I’m horrible, I’m nothing, I don’t want to be here’.
Many of us know or suspect that, as the Buddha said, this world is a reflection, an illusion. The phenomenal world exists only in our imagination and, like money, reality is a consensus. We’ve entered into an agreement from our conditioning at birth and that agreement is based on trust. I trust that you won’t go and tell me that my version of reality is wrong. If you do, you threaten my identity.
So for many of these young people, the world at best has no charm for them, they can’t find their place amongst us. Their personality can’t kid them that this is really a great place to live. Unlike previous generations who protested and tried to create outward change, these young people are turning the poison of doubt, confusion, rejection inward, self-harming and killing themselves. The generation of 16-29 year-olds, or even younger, are challenging us in uncomfortable ways. They’re often secretive, inward-focussed, communicating only with their group. But without direction, they’re trying to find meaning in the darkness of the old ways of black magic, spiritualism, death and suicide. Who knows the consequences of suicide for the soul, it can’t be good, and if the copy-cat tendencies of elemental substance is now working out in groups, then the urgency for change is upon us. Surely we have a responsibility to change our consensus of reality to save these fragile, beautiful souls?
We need to hasten our steps along the way, and to do a better job of transfiguring our lives because we know that what I do, I do for all. Spurred on by our awareness that by redeeming ourselves we are helping others, we begin to drastically change our perspective of reality so that by the time we take initiation, we’re transfigured. We may look outwardly the same, but our way of looking out is completely different.
This is humanity’s task; to see the truth, the reality and so to spiritualise matter. There is a very immediate and practical reason for doing this. The more that the elemental particles of matter are filled with the love and light of spirit, the more will the world be lifted from darkness and chaos into beauty and light. Then, when new humans are born into the world, they will not find themselves in an ugly place from which they want to escape, but a place of justice, equity and meaning in which they can find belonging and purpose.
When each particle of our being is so imbued with spirit, we will be a perfectly structured human-soul – a butterfly of light and love. No longer is our consciousness governed by the separative ‘I’ and ‘You’, but only a ‘We’.
In this transition time between the Piscean and Aquarian Age, there are many on the path of ascent. Where in Christ’s time he was alone now we are doing the journey in groups, yet in different ways and at different times. This fact of group progress has enabled the new group of world servers to emerge. Although we may not yet be initiated, we are thinking, loving, and acting ‘as if’ we are. This is important because as a group we are needed to offset the negative, dark and harmful groups emerging to increase the chaos.
The group-form is like a super-personality through which the spiritual Hierarchy or guides of humanity work, bringing into manifestation the new civilisation and culture so badly needed at this time. This is the gift given by the Sun whilst transiting Aquarius. The keynote for this sign is, ‘Water of life am I, poured forth for thirsty men’. As the water-bearer we are no longer governed by Saturn who demands that we struggle in pain with the mountain load of karma of our own creation. Now we are governed by Venus and the way of joy, love and wisdom. Any karma now is karma we have willingly chosen to shoulder – it is not of our own personal making, but is the collective karma of humanity. We become the planetary server, the diamond-souled, and serve alongside the spiritual Hierarchy fulfilling the laws of Sirius.
(Note: As with all content on this site, this story is not gender specific so insert he/she in the story)
The warrior stood on the summit of the mountain and knew what had happened to him. ‘I know now what I have always been,’ he said. Then he looked down and before him stood a magnificent rock, black and speckled grey and brown. Jutting from the rock he saw the handle of a sword and as if knowing what to do, the warrior curved his fingers around the hilt, as the contours of its shape moulded into his hand. He pulled gently and the sword slowly rose from deep within the rock. As the blade met the light, it glinted like a perfectly faceted diamond. The warrior held it aloft and moved it triumphantly this way and that, admiring the metal of a quality not made by human hand. Then he looked down and saw that in his left hand he held a shield. He lifted it to examine the engraving on its surface; the symbol of a diamond, so finely drawn that it seemed at one with the surface. As the warrior watched, the diamond turned three-dimensionally so that he could see all its eight faces, radiating with such translucence that he had to kneel to steady himself.
As he stood again, the warrior felt an immense surge of energy and turning, began his descent into the world below. Holding his gifts close to him, he noticed that all he met gasped, so dazzling was the light that shone from him. The people knelt before him, asking to be healed, to be given knowledge or to know his secret. Yet the warrior was not moved by their ardour. He stood, firmly anchored to the ground which had given him a place to rest so many times before.
As he descended, his light seemed to diminish, but his knowing of what he had to do, grew clearer with each step. When he reached the bottom, the polluted air, noise and general chaos was almost more than he could bear, so sublimely peaceful and complete was the mountain’s summit.
He stood watching the rushing movements of his fellow humans, and then looked down as the sword and shield seemed to dissolve from his hands. Now he held a water- pot which he raised carefully to his right shoulder, not wanting to spill a drop where not needed. From the pot flowed a sparkling stream of crystalline substance, its every particle dancing with a divine light and sublime radiance. Wherever the warrior turned his attention, there flowed this magical power of light and love.
The warrior smiled and rested for a moment against the broad hard trunk of a giant Oak tree, gently stroking its rough bark, remembering the shade it had afforded him so many times before. Then he strode into the busy marketplace, carrying his pot and dispensing the light and love that poured forth wherever it was needed. No one looked surprised, and some pushed past, apparently oblivious as they went about their business. No one recognised him or bowed in honour at his triumph on the mountain top, although some smiled at him and others seemed to draw closer as if sensing the magical substance that washed over them as he passed.
The warrior looked just like any other. Yet for one with the eyes to see, a radiance shone from him, caressing, warming, soothing and healing all who came into his presence. Only a dog; small, with a shaggy coat and big pleading eyes, seemed ready to acknowledge him. It bounded up and sniffed this stranger’s legs wagging its stumpy tail as if eager to have the warrior take note of its presence in this busy world. The warrior smiled and bent down to stroke the dog’s head and body, remembering his horse and faithful companion who had stayed with him to the end. Now the dog would not leave, determined to stay close.
As the warrior walked on the market grew to the size of a city with shops, banks, streets and alleys, cars and buses, and people rushing to do their business, dawdling on street corners or relaxing in green parks that dotted the cityscape. Sometimes the children drew closer to walk with him and hold his hand until their parents called them away, fearful of this stranger.
As he walked he saw people’s furrowed brows and poured out from his waterpot, its healing magic. He heard the cries of children as their parents crushed them into their busy timetable. He listened to the wailing of the elderly locked up in homes, unable to share in life’s community now they were frail and forgotten. He saw the depressed and outcasts in every city hungry for a meal, for love and understanding. He felt the anguish of a parent as an ambulance bore their child’s body from them, and he understood the despair of life’s apparent futility as it filled the faces of the suited, heeled employees going about their business of earning a living. On all he poured his healing waters and some smiled as they felt a moment of beauty and love pass through them, while others just walked on by.
The devas and angels, flowed in and around him, merging with the lighted streams of radiance flowing from the warriors water pot, delighting in their tasks of renewing and healing the old forms of this tired city, or building new ones in their place.
One day, many years later, a stranger entered the city. He saw its beauty and marvelled at the way the forms within it seemed to reflect their inner radiance. Who is responsible for this city? The stranger asked a passer-by. ‘It’s the council,’ was the answer. The stranger walked on and asked another citizen the same question. ‘It’s the government,’ came the reply. He asked a third time. ‘I guess it’s just the way it is,’ was suggested with a shrug. The stranger asked the same question over and over and each time he was given a new answer. No one seemed to know who was responsible.
The stranger lived for many lives, and gradually he noticed that were once was a perfect rendition of the spiritual in the city’s forms, now there was only stench and decay. The people were diseased and dying, the rivers were dry because the rain forgot to fall; the crops were forced to grow with alien substances that poisoned the land and the people, the world was very hot and very cold, and the only relief seemed to come with death.
One day in the middle of a cold winter, the stranger unable to warm himself, decided to walk and try to forget his aches and pains. He must have wandered further than usual and found himself in a part of the city long deserted by anyone except the desperate and derelict. It was considered dark and dangerous because elemental substance in its wild chaos, had completely outwitted any semblance of soul left on that sad planet. Yet the stranger noticed something most strange: from deep within the darkened alleys shone a bright light. Like a moth to a flame the stranger was drawn towards this light as though magnetised.
‘What can it be? He wondered. Is it the answer to my question? The stranger walked carefully down the deepest, narrowest path between two tall buildings searching for the light’s source. There, on the ground, at the end, where the walls converged, sat a small candle. Its flame was so bright that the stranger had to shield his eyes. As he approached he could almost feel the vibration from the flame, yet the light it gave was such a gentle warmth that he knelt to warm himself beside it.
‘What are you?’ asked the stranger as he reached forward to pick up the candle. ‘Be a lamp unto our own feet’, he heard. ‘Follow this light wherever it takes you, love all, share all you have, replace fear with love and doubt with courage. Practice detachment, dispassion and discrimination, and one day, when you reach the summit of the mountain, the answer to your question will come.’
The stranger lived for a few more years and never forgot the words of that little light. For many lifetimes, he lived, died and was born again. And each time he remembered. The candle burned as a tiny flame in his heart, keeping him warm and safe along life’s highway of pain and suffering. He struggled and doubted, yet he held on to those words, ‘be a lamp unto your own feet’. He kept on going, watching for the tiny flames that appeared to light his way when it was too dark to see with mortal vision.
Then one day, in one lifetime, he came to the foot of the mountain. And he began his ascent. Along the way he met others who joined him, and together they made their way, with many stops for rest, or to wander for a while down the by-ways of glamour and illusion. Until one day they reached the summit. Together they knelt before the sacred unicorn and as they looked at each other they were amazed to see their fellow travellers transfigured before them. Blazing light extended in tongues of flame from each of them, but it was not the fire that burns, but the fire that radiates light, as a diamond shines with supernal brilliance.
Then the mountain and the unicorn disappeared and they were standing in the busy city of their home. Their lives had been transfigured not by leaving, but by returning. And so the group of world servers went on their way, melting into the crowd, their water pot firmly held aloft as the shining diamond- shaped particles of light and love flowed out on all who passed by.
Luke 19, New American Standard Bible
Alice Bailey ‘From Bethlehem to Calvary’ 173-229
‘Esoteric Psychology II, p 368-342
‘Esoteric Astrology, p. 134-153