Heavenly Ordination
After the Baptism in the Shekinah Fire
Uranda June 15, 1953
September 13, 2014
Heavenly Ordination
I might perhaps pause at this point to
tell you a little about my own experience, speaking from the outer standpoint,
of becoming consciously aware of my life work, receiving from the heavenly
realms that ordination by reason of which this ministry manifests and you are
here.
It was in September of 1932, and I count
my official ministry from that time. The fact is that I had been working in
this sphere for three or four years before that, in various ways, particularly
in relationship to psychology and dietetics, and what have you, in the ordinary
course of events—a seeking pattern, but it was also a pattern wherein I was
doing some teaching. In any case, it was in conjunction with that that in 1929
I first began the development of the work of attunements—the reason for which
you are attending this Class: so that you can be attuned and help other people
receive attunements. I gave my first attunement in 1929. In any case there was
the outworking of events, which I will not attempt to describe for you, that
carried forward to the point of the middle of September 1932. It was on the
morning of September 13. I had been doing some meditating and writing. I was
holding classes regularly, and so on, but I had not yet found that exact point
of centering and expression and realization for which I longed, speaking from
the outer standpoint. I do not recall now what it was, but there was some book
that I was reading—it doesn't make any difference; it has no direct
significance, no real relationship to it—and I had also been reading the Bible.
At that time I was working very long
hours. My work in relationship to giving attunements had grown until, down in
Nashville, Tennessee, where this took place, the response was almost greater
than I could take care of. I would begin giving attunements very often at seven
o'clock in the morning in relationship to people before they went to work,
continue all through the day, and seldom did my day close before eleven at
night, and then very often I would receive telephone calls in the middle of the
night to go out and help someone get rid of a terrible headache or something, some
difficulty that had arisen. So I was on rather short rations of sleep. But, in
any case, I didn't have any trouble sleeping when I had the opportunity, and it
was not usual for me to awaken at a particularly early hour. Under the
circumstances I felt about six-thirty to seven to be early enough.
On this particular morning, for no
reason that my outer mind could distinguish, I woke up at four o'clock in the
morning—on September 13, 1932—and I felt restless. For a little bit, I tried to
go back to sleep. It was still quite dark at that time of year and it was no
good trying to go to sleep, so I got up, looked around, and walked about a bit.
I noticed this book, whatever it was that I had been reading. I thought,
"Well I'll sit down and read that awhile." I sat down and tried to
read, and the pages were just words in front of me, absolutely nothing, so I
set that aside and I thought, "Well I'll read the Bible awhile." And
I undertook to read the Bible and I could not get focalized in it—just words.
So I walked back and forth.
I am sharing with you something of the
things we are talking about, that we are studying here. I had experienced it in
a limited sense before but did not know what it was.
In any case, after attempting to read
and being unable to focalize attention on anything, I was walking up and down
the room quietly—I did not want to waken my wife and baby—and somehow or other,
apparently from any outer standpoint by accident, there was a tablet, an
ordinary tablet of writing paper, on the table, and there was a pencil there. I
suppose probably my wife had been writing a letter or something. She usually
wrote with pencil—she didn't like a pen-and she may have left it there. In any
case, how it was there I cannot tell you, but it was there. After all this
restlessness—and I had even thought about dressing and going out and walking
around the street for a little bit, but it was a little chilly out and, well,
it didn't seem to be sensible. Finally my eye hit that tablet and pencil there,
and I sat down and relaxed just on the impulse.
I had nothing to write, nothing in my
mind in the outer sense to warrant any such action, but I did sit down, and as
I relaxed, the restlessness began to leave me at once and the room started
filling with the silver cloud, the Shekinah Cloud, until the objects of the room
were blotted from my sight. I could not see as far as the wall in any
direction. I was enfolded in this that looked sort of like a silvery fog. It
was very peaceful, pleasant and wonderful. And I began to write, writing out
certain things which, as far as my outer consciousness was concerned, were
something that I was not equipped to write, shall we say. So I wrote for
probably an hour, an hour and a half. My hand began to feel cramped and tired,
and I stopped, and gradually the cloud began to fade and I could begin to see
the various parts of the room, and I read what had been written and found it
very interesting.
The next morning I awakened at the same
hour. I had no reason that morning to anticipate that I would be awakened at
the same hour, but I was—four o'clock. I got up and felt the same restless
urge; and so, instead of fighting it as some people do to their sorrow, I
yielded to it and began to write again. I did not do any wandering around that
second morning, and the room filled almost instantly with the silvery cloud and
I began to write. After an hour or so, why that was all for that time. The
cloud disappeared once more. That was on the morning of the 14th of September.
Then on the morning of the 15th it happened again. And that third morning, at
the conclusion, I knew that it was done. I did not expect it to happen another
morning, and it never has since that day, not in any such fashion as that.
What I wrote is for you now beside the
point. Many points were clarified in my own consciousness. Questions that I had
asked over and over and over again were answered. And I received the heavenly
ordination to the work to which I have since then devoted myself, which makes it
possible for you to be here. It is not necessary for me to attempt to outline
the pattern of that devotion or ordination, but that was the beginning of my
official ministry.
September 16, 1932, I count to be the
first day of my public, official ministry, after the baptism in the Shekinah Fire.
And it is only because of the reality of that that you have been able to hear
the things you have heard in these classes, only because of the reality of that
that you have been drawn from far places to share this outworking. And because
we are studying something of the principles involved, I thought I would
introduce you briefly to that ordination experienced that worked out on those
three mornings in the middle of September in 1932. Since that time my course
has never deviated. Many human beings have tried to force me to change my
course but they could not. They chose to part company with me and go their own
ways. Some of them I loved very deeply and dearly, but still it did not matter.
That course has never been changed or altered, and I do not anticipate that it
will be.
Every type of force, virtually speaking,
that the world could bring to bear has been brought to bear. But when one has
gone through the reality of such an experience as that, the things of the
unreal world are forever unreal and the things that are real in the realm of
heavenly delights are forever real, and one works from the standpoint of the
inner through the outer, no longer the outer trying to climb into the inner
somehow, or rise up to it. The outer is the means of manifestation. The body is
important, and its mind, its various capacities. They are all important. But the source of
that which expresses through them is no longer of the earth, earthy; it is no
longer of the outer realm of knowledge and being; it is the revelation of
heavenly things through the body into the world, to all who will receive.
This is that which I have been sharing
with you, and it is to share it that you are here in training, that you may
share the responsibilities of that ministry and carry the promise of life and
light and love to all who will yield and respond in the days to come. I thank
God for you who are here, and for all the others who are sharing in this
outworking according to their response. But remember this, once you set forth
upon the path that is established by the divine design there is no altering it,
and only the foolish try to change it into something else. When we let it be
God's design, the design of truth, in the realm of heavenly control, that is
all that matters, and the ideas and the concepts, the pushings, the pullings,
the feelings and everything else, which manifest in relationship to humanity,
are seen for what they are and you are no longer under subjection to them. You
may feel them sometimes, but that is beside the point. If in relationship to
our heavenly function in the service of our King there is any pleasure—and
there is; heavenly rewards and pleasures which words cannot describe—then, if
it be necessary for a little time, in some place or other, under some
circumstance or other, to suffer a bit of pain it means nothing. Why should we
object to a little suffering if thereby we can hold the line and let the
currents work out and the patterns clear, until all who will may be drawn into
the citizenship of the kingdom of our King?
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