Books of Interest
Teachings of the Great Brotherhood of Light by the Masters Kuthumi and Morya
Sanctus Germanus Prophecies Vol. 1 by the Amanuensis
Sanctus Germanus Prophecies Vol. 2 by the Amanuensis
Sanctus Germanus Prophecies Vol. 3 by the Amanuensis
Evening Tea Chat 1
Understanding the Male-Female Polarity
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Gracious Ladies and Kind Gentlemen!
What we do this night is broadcast in ways closely paralleling your own television sets. Those that accompany me this evening are many. Some of your own dear, dear souls are here with us tonight and many are here not having been here before but having been invited. I am not alone speaking to those of this planet, but with great joy I'm able to tell you that we are hosts and hostesses tonight to those that have come yet from other systems of worlds in that their grand scheme closely interfaces with our own.
These are things I myself have only recently come to know, my dear ones. How wondrous then is this grand, grand Plan! Do not think that the earth, Terra, is the only planet that has gone through such convolutions anent the rising and falling of the gender. I tell you that there be beings with us this evening that you might call feminine in nature who have also known something of suppressions on their home planets. So this goes well beyond your solar system, my dear friends, and like a magnet, it draws its own.
Women have been made to feel isolated. Women by nature have a sense that they are self-contained units-and they are-in a way a bit distinct from the masculine temperament. This is precisely why men seem to work better in teams. Women not all the time, save for a lofty purpose.
The woman then becomes the womb of creation, regardless if her offspring are physical or not. Women are as those who can cause grand schemes to be born and though the man might seem or sound like the instigating element-which he often is-it is often she or they (referencing women) who eventually cause it all to happen.
You know something of astrology. Man then corresponds to the planet Mars, doesn't he? Those knowing something of the Martian temperament know it to be that which begins, yes, which instigates, which impregnates, but not always that which remains to see that the seed comes into fruition. That is woman's job and her privilege.
What if I told you that the very universe of sight and sound as you know it, could not, would not exist if it were not for the Divine Mother. What if I told you that the Divine Father is pure idea, constantly begetting idea after idea, but that mater, Mother, is the only thing that causes those ideas to become what any might call reality. Would you appreciate woman a bit more then?
And yet and yet without those ideas, without that seed, what is she to do? How can she raise a family that's not been planted? Shall she twiddle her thumbs eternally? I say it is the twain, my dears, the twain and thus I come not to trumpet woman as above man anymore that I should say that the heart is greater than the mind, for you've all had cause to note what occurs when heart hath not mind to guide her.
I speak now not to women alone, not to men alone, I speak to the soul, which is the composite of both. Your thoughts my dears, whether you have been man or woman, your thoughts are of your Father, yea, your inspiration so often is directly from your sire. But what is it that takes that and causes it to have anything at all that would be in common with all of that which is manifest reality, if not the Mother within you?
This so-called mystery is mystery no longer, yet I say that this mystery lies within each and every one of you, even this very second. All here, no exception, have been impregnated by the Father. Gentlemen, forgive me. But you've all been impregnated by your Father-idea. Indeed, what are you yourself, if not an idea? Yes, there are no exceptions, here. You are all God's idea, the Father's idea. But shall you remain idea alone? Herein lies the secret. You need your feminine self. She who loves nourishes and is patient, ever so very patient, she's the one that will cause you to come to ultimate fruition just like a good mom wipes the mouth of the little boy and says "Now, go kiss your Father goodnight."
It isn't about gender my dears. It's about polarity. It's about that aspect of Mother that's being damaged in all of you. It's about a terrible, terrible misunderstanding occurring so very long ago that's been aimed at keeping the Mother limping and handicapped. It's that thing that stands betwixt your will, your intention, your desire and your reality. What stops you, my dears? You know good and well what you want? There's not one here who is alienated from his or her desires. How is it that they do not sit next to you?
It is the Mother that shall bring them about. You've got plans, you say. I say, that is your Father speaking. Shall they come to pass? Then you must be on very good terms with your mom. One thing at a time. One day at a time. This is the way that a Mother teaches her child, isn't it? She does not rush the infant to walk. But when that infant is ready, her hands are the ones that raise him up.
So think my dear, dear souls, on this if you would and how within each of your breasts lies the secret of love, which has always been the secret of creation, isn't it? First, you are the product of the two. You've come that far. Then you of your own accord find yourself with goals, desires, directions, hopes. That is your Father beckoning you forward as a good Father will. "Come along, come along, take that step." And the little toddler looks at his mom, "Can I do it?" "Go on, go to your dad."
It's all within each one, my dears, there's no getting away from it. You see thus, I come not only to speak to women alone. How could I? If without a man, I should not myself be here. I come to speak of the berrage deep within the soul. Hopefully, my distinguishing the different parts of consciousness, you'll now can repair to either, depending upon what is your need. For behold, there are some of you seated here who feel bereft of goals. You've got no plans to speak of, do you? You feel out to sea, I think they say. Nothing draws you. It's a bit drole, isn't it? Nothing calls you forward, save ruts and habit patterns and perhaps even your dreary, drudgy little television sets.
But these are not the Father. The Father says "I am the idea that will deliver you out of your tediousness. I am He who's speaking awakens you to what can be and I know you better than anyone." Lo! Light at the end of the tunnel, some would say. But to get there, Mother must accompany you. Mother is the back upon which you shall ride to get there.
My dear, dear friends, I can scarcely accredit the grace that I am privileged to share with you, now and forever. What is that grace, if not Mother and Father in perfect loving embrace-- he is doing his part and she doing hers, constantly and in perfect balance. That is grace, and when you feel it, it is that feeling of the child looking lovingly at both Mother and Father.
You would know something of creation, I say, in most cases it should fall into one or the next, having the pater, Father, then you've got only to tap Mother's milk, the love that shall see it through. Love you not the pater enough, it will not manifest for you. And so we here gain that what has been oft thought of as maudlin and sentimental, love, love, love. Not as a sentiment but as the very creative force that brings the apple to your mouth.
What then is the next step? Simplify. Simplify.
Your Father is constantly speaking. His ideas are infinite. Are you bewildered having heard too many? Perhaps. There is no blasphemy in this thing that I speak. In other words, perhaps you've got too many pots on the fire. My dear friends, it's time to take a few off. Simplify, won't you? You'll feel better. I promise you. One, two, three at the most should be the grand dreams of your souls. Accomplishing these, then you can graduate to the next higher level. Knowing these, you'll find how much love you can muster, how much Mother you can bring to bear, for she, I say, is that thing, causing it all to come true.
Look into your hearts my dears. If you are unhappy, this is likely the cause. Simplify. Set aside one or two and focus on one or two at the most, and love those until fruition.
Expecting not your brethren to understand. In likelihood, they shall not. But you know what you're doing. We've given you a formula. Now, you can use it. Try it, my dear friends, and watch, watch, watch. How by simplifying your wish-list, you'll accomplish the top two and have a smile on your face more often than not. Don't complicate it. No. no. Don't complicate, my dears, no. Keep it simple, very, very simple.
Ultimately the Father himself has come down to but one, one goal, and the Mother is constantly in the process of helping him accomplish it. Can't we do likewise? I leave it to you to discern what that might be. Like good children, we are all of us engaged in the accomplishment of the same.
Such is my simple message this evening. Greater than this, I cannot say.
Some of you here are holding the most intricate and beautiful puzzles in your hands. And lovely though they be, they bedevil you. I say, drop them. And there be some here who have only recently got a new direction in which to move. These, need to simply to accomplish. And there is one here, who has a great fear that others do not understand nor love that soul, but that of course is illusion, for loving yourself is the solution.
Two of you here have got the need to look to the care of your physical sight. Kindly do so. You'll create better.
One here fears the worst, the very worst. That you shall die a terrible drawn out painful death of the physical body. Pluck that weed, dear one. It serves you not, neither shall it feed anyone else. Decide that such is not your fate and accept the magic of the moment.
And all of you here shall realize before this calendar year has run its full course that there is little you can't have. And that of course, fulfills my goal. I love you until you do.
God bless you, my dears. Enjoy your tea, won't you. Perhaps upon the next eve that we again join, I'll have yet another lovely trinket after the Father's pocket, and I'll leave it with you as an apport.
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