Sanctuary of Living Master

by Dr John H. Lovelace

Dearest children of Light

Greetings to each of you in His Holy Name. In addition, may I extend my thanks for the privilege of being with you this commemorative day of the gentle rain?

It is but a time in memory that we walked from the cave of darkness and the limitation upon our conscious self into the radiance of the rising Sun of God’s day. One has come from the prodigal pain of illusion into the Light that dispels the darkness. All can know the liberation from the bondage of time and matter, and have peace where there is nothing but agony. The journey into the far country of mind has only prepared us for the welcome into our Father’s Home. The gentle rain of Sawan has brought the cool waters of life to the parched souls of men.

For a moment the heart stands still. It must stand still in deference to the Sound that comes from above our limitations. The Radiant Glory of Peace Everlasting. The Eternal Chant of an estate of consciousness long lost in our wanderings. The ancient formula of mystic alchemy that makes gods of struggling men. These are the symbols of soul – the symbols of soul searching. For all who seek the Light, for all who would know God. The thunder of thought must reverberate in the canyons of desire so intense that the mountains of illusion will fall.

Man stands unique in creation. He is a pendant upon the golden chain of Love. He visions God. He sees multifarous forms of God’s manifestation. He reaches out but cannot touch. He hears but does not heed. There is blindness upon his eyes and the heaviness of clay in his ears. And for all he is – great and small. He has yet to rest upon the breast of his Beloved. Man pains because he has a limited consciousness. Godmen also bear pain, but only because They assume a conscious limitation. Godmen know that They know. Men have no knowledge of then knowing. The shattering sounds of man’s screaming drowns the paeans of peace.

Only in the Truth that is found in the hidden centre will be found my Beloved’s face. The little self of man flits like a twittering bird in a rosewood tree. Never still, never silent, never knowing the fruit of the flower. Yet when the sounds are gone and darkness has drowned the forms into the nothingness of not knowing. God remains. God outlasts us all – each and everyone. And in so doing He will claim us all and the veil will be burned. As the morning sun consumes the fog at dawn.

The key for man is alignment. The answer is not in abstraction but in combining what one may have in the way of mental enlightenment and so-called conscious intelligence with the Highest Spiritual Insight that can be provided. With this premise, Spiritual Achievment is a certainty of all certainties. One must also have the stability of strength that permits a posture of purpose in an environment that is ever changing and at best hostile. It is the soul that is sending forth the challenge. It is the mind that says to set aside the patience of understanding which results in powerful protest and the destruction of equipoise. The way of the Path is seen with a steady Inner Vision, divorced from the outer manifestations of mind.

You and I are not here to prove or disprove immortality. Nor are we here to know or not know survival. Our purpose is comradeship. Our companion in life is to be found in One Whose life is Love … Our companion in life is to be found in One Whose life is God. When you have fulfilled this purpose as stated by all lovers of God, you will reach Unity. No longer will disunity sever your search for happiness, contentment will be yours. And when you have found contentment and happiness you have walked through the door of illusion into the realm of reality. You have no opportunity to resign from your desire to find God. The challenge of the soul is as eternal as the soul itself. It gives no rest from minute to minute – hour to hour – day to day – week to week – year to year – birth to birth – age to age.

You have belonged to God since the beginning of time. And there was no beginning. You are – you are of God – and in your essence there is nothing but God. Be thankful if you are short circuited from the consciousness of the crowd. The responsibility you bear to self supercedes all else. When you assume this responsibility you will be so re-oriented, that worlds upon worlds will know your strength. The challenge that is laid before us is not an easy one. We have asked for it, and our longing has brought it into our consciousness. It will never leave and will ever be a stimulus to our search. Our limitations create the mortar of doubt, but if there is a continual vigilance with attention to the admonitions of our Spiritual Companion Who walks as a man, then the revelation of reality will permit us vision in proportion to our daily efforts. The teacher had a teacher … the teacher is … he knows.

The field of experience must be tilled with service and dedication. When this is done, and the gentle soft rain of Sawan’s Grace does fall, the harvest of achievement will fill the granaries with Goodness Everlasting. You need not strive for vision. Truth is imparted as a bounty of conscious orientation towards God. This is inherent in the efforts towards self-realisation. This is the immediate obligation. When the mind is so disciplined towards soul, the adjustment between what is specific and general, particular and universal, temporal and eternal, is a spontaneous awakening. We are not yet perfect. There is much Path ahead, but the Way is sure and the Guide is true, – hand in hand we walk, driven by longings. Tethered by immanent truth. Caressed by Divine Love … and always counselled by the gentle voice of our constant Companion Who sees not what miserable creatures we appear, but strips us into the naked beauty of soul supreme.

On this day, yesterday, tomorrow – all is One … and He walks with us … Eternal is His name. Love is His game. My Love lives in the garden of the gods … There where the white deer play. My Love walks among fragrant flowers … and the Light is an Eternal Day. My Love smiles a blessing of bliss … Bound in a song unknown to the lark. My Love whispers the joy of Name … Blossom of the soul stands out of the dark. My Love lives in the garden of the gods … Beyond all things that mortal may be. My Love lives deep in my soul … Love knows Love … God in thee.

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Meats for the belly and the belly for meats; but God shall destroy both it and them. Now the body is not for the Lord; and the Lord for the body.

1 Corinthians 6:13