Heavenly Ordination
After the Baptism in the Shekinah Fire
Uranda June 15, 1953
Saturday, 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?
Friday, September 12, 2014
The Awakening of Lloyd Arthur Meeker
The Awakening of Lloyd Arthur Meeker
from A Word To The Wise — Issue No. Seven
Uranda January 7, 1941
We have come to
the Year of Bringing Forth in the King's Chamber, and for your edification I
would consider myself with you. Some of you have been listening to me speak,
both privately and publicly, and reading my writings, for a period of five
years or more—and you know that I have said very little, and written less,
about myself. Those of you who attended the Services I conducted this past summer,
know that I did not talk about myself or my personal experiences. All
of you who are now in the Church know that not a single one of you was drawn
into the Church on a personal basis of a consideration of me or my experiences.
All of you Responded to the Truth I presented—and you were willing to Harmonize
with me in Service without knowing anything about the very things most people
present first.
The average
teacher of the world first tells about himself and his experiences, in an
attempt to convince people that he is worthy to be heard. I reversed that. If
you were not willing to hear me for the sake of the Truth I offered, you would
not have been received. Now that you are already in the Church, and it is
evident that it is neither to satisfy your curiosity, nor to urge you to the
acceptance of my Teaching, the time has come for me to tell you certain things
about my present manifestation in the earth. However, I explicitly request that
you refrain from talking to others about what I now tell you. Let such things
wait their appointed season.
One of the
primary reasons why I have not expressed more about myself, is this: If I were
to relate a certain experience of my own to a person not yet drawn to the
proper point of understanding, he would be very much inclined to try to
duplicate my experience in his own life. That would mean failure for him. Or,
if he really sought to understand the Principles
revealed by my experience, he would be very much inclined to attempt to imagine
some circumstance, happening, or experience, by which he might bring forth the same
revelation of Principles—and again that would mean failure. To the degree that
you actually Realize that these statements are true, you will understand why so
many so-called teachers have defeated themselves at the very start, by telling
about their personal experiences in order to intrigue their listeners. However,
in that I teach the Central Way, there comes a time when certain facts
concerning myself should be brought to the attention of Emissaries—but in so
doing I caution you to Walk in the Central Way in relation thereto, or you will
fail to receive the Blessings made possible by our present consideration.
A certain Sister wrote: "We are very often inclined to think, ’Well,
it’s easy for Uranda to teach and understand, because he felt his call at the
age of seven, and probably there is a special rule for him.' Now we have
realized that it took our Beloved Uranda four years to let his outer-self be
fully taken into the Inner Being of Reality." Our Blessed
Sister's point is well taken; but there are two points that are not quite
correct.
It is incorrect to say that I, in the outer sense, felt a
"call" at the age of seven, though at that age I, the outer, was
conscious of a feeling that I had a very important mission in life, to help
mankind. Also, it is incorrect to think that it only took my outer-self four
years to fully let go to Me as I AM; it
took 29 years! However, there has been a prevalent idea that it was easier
for me, in the outer sense, to find Release in Reality, than it is for you who
are in the School. Actually, I faced difficulties and hardships and problems
that were much greater than anything you have been called upon to experience. I
had to lead the Way. I had no one in the outer world to instruct me, or teach
my outer mind the Truths which I have offered so freely to you. Of course, the
Teachings of the Great Master were in the Bible; but you know that the popular
understandings of His Words must have been as inadequate for me as they have
proven to be for you. I would outline briefly the essential facts—without any
attempt to go into detail, and omitting all that has no direct bearing on the matter
in hand.
The first part
of this outline must, of necessity, be about the outer-self from an outer
standpoint; therefore, I will tell
the story about a certain young man who finally came to know himself to be My
Temple—and then, in due season, he so Responded to Me that he became the
manifestation of Me as I AM.
On February 25,
1907, a baby boy was born of parents whose forebears had been citizens of the United
States for several generations. His earthly father was of English-Welsh
descent, and his mother was of Dutch descent, of those people known as Highland
Dutch. He was their first-born, and they named their son, Lloyd Arthur Meeker.
His birthplace was Ferguson, Iowa, near Marshalltown. When he was a small babe
his parents moved to North Dakota, where they lived in very limited
circumstances in a little sod-house on the prairie. His father was away much of
the time, working as a circuit minister, and the rest of the time as a farmer.
Part of the time water had to be hauled some little distance on a sled drawn by
a cow. In these surroundings a second son was born to his parents. In due
season they received title for their homesteaded land; but his father's health
was very poor and a higher altitude was considered wise for him. A
member of his father's church offered to trade his property in Colorado for the
homestead. Because his father trusted his fellow churchman, he traded
sight-unseen for a peach orchard of several acres, located near Palisade, not
far from Grand Junction, in Mesa County in Western Colorado. His mother was
never strong, and suffered from heart trouble all her brief life; and the
change in climate and altitude did not improve her health.
The Meeker
family arrived at Palisade, with all their meager worldly possessions, to find
that what had once been a peach orchard, was at that time nothing but a patch
of alkali covered ground, with long-dead peach trees standing grotesquely here
and there in the whitish earth, as sentinels of doom to the high hopes that
inspired the migration of this little family to the land of the majestic
Rockies. The privations that followed may be better imagined than described—and
while they were living in a tent, a few months after their arrival, a baby girl
became the fifth member of the family. Not long after this Mr. Meeker made an
excursion on foot, pushing a bicycle in a vain hope of finding a stretch of
road where he could ride it, back up into the mountains south-west of Grand
Junction about twenty-five miles, to the Rim Rock Country that is called Glade
Park. With renewed enthusiasm he filed a claim on a quarter-section of
wilderness that was ribbed with sandstone rim rocks; with canyons covered with
pinion trees, juniper trees, scrub oak, and sage brush of the variety that
grows thickly on the ground to a height of four to eight feet. Anyone who has
ever grubbed sage brush in the burning sun, or winter cold, from sunrise to
sunset, day in and day out for endless weeks, knows something of the prospect that was—for the purpose was to clear
land for dry-land farming. The land had been open range for cattle since the
white man first saw it—and the cattlemen did everything possible to drive out
the hated "squatters," by tearing down fences, turning cattle in to
destroy crops, and even threatening with guns to kill. It was in such an
environment that Lloyd began, at the age of seven, to work in the fields from
daylight till dark. But first, let us look at that first winter in the Glade
Park country. Both of his parents were trained nurses, and so, in order to make
a new start possible, Lloyd’s mother spent the winter nursing in the Grand
Valley district, and she kept her baby daughter with her. Mr. Meeker got a job
on a ranch still further back in the mountains—while he placed Lloyd, and his
younger brother, Marvin, in the care of an Indian woman who had married a white
man—and he was away from home most of the time herding goats. That was a
strange winter, in more ways than one, for the two boys and as soon as the snow
melted from the side hill, they had their first taste of grubbing sage brush
under the able training of the Indian woman whose size and strength were both
prodigious.
The next ten
years thereafter were characterized by: Incessant work on a dryland farm where
five bushels of corn per acre was counted a good yield, and where milk cows
were the primary means of monetary income, which was small at best, because the
cream from the separator had to be shipped to Grand Junction over twenty miles
away. Living in a tiny shack, and a dug-out that was much like an old-fashioned
cellar. Stringent discipline by an earthly father who did not spare the rod;
but used cruel beatings on the slightest pretext, thinking thereby to enforce
his religious fanaticism on his family—for he would let his wife work like a
slave in the field all day with her frail strength; but refused to let her do
"fancy work" with her needle, because "it was too hard on her
eyes." Two and three months would pass at a time during which period the
children would not see a single human being outside the family—and only once
each year or two would the growing boys have the treat of going to town, which
was an all-day journey by lumber wagon just one way, and the stay would be only
for over-night, and then back to the mountains. Here the youngest of four
children was born; a boy named Merl. Neighbors were from six to twenty miles
away—and there was almost never a chance to play with other children, except at
the noon hour at the little school house, from which they had to return at once
when school was out, in order to work on the farm. In that period Lloyd
attended school for four and one-half school terms, and in that time went
through the first eight grades. The school usually had an enrollment of ten or
twelve, all divided into the eight grades. The boys had to walk from one to
three miles each way to school, through snow and winter storms, in the wild
wilderness. Finally there came the winter of 1918-19—and in February, while
sick in bed with the flu, Lloyd heard his Mother, abed in the same room,
breathe her last breath, as she passed from this life.
The six years
following his Mother's passing to the Realms of Peace, in which Lloyd found
comfort in the thought that she was free from untold hardship and toil, were
filled with such sufferings, privations, and difficulties, with the hardest
kind of physical labors, that it is best not recorded in detail. During that
time Lloyd was taken ill with typhoid fever, and was in bed for forty days,
much of that time being so close to the passing from this life that he and all
members of his family were convinced that his life span was at an end. However,
under the Blessing of the Lord he lived—and he had little more than gotten out
of bed when he had to turn nurse for three or four others who were ill of the
same fever, all of whom recovered. At that time he was fifteen years of age.
Finally, about a year later, driven by the hypocritical fanaticism and tyranny
he saw in his earthly father, climaxed by a bloody beating without cause from
which he emerged with his whole body bruised, and both eyes swollen shut, he
left what should have been a home—but was not. Under such stress he decided
that there was nothing to religion, and he thought himself to be an atheist.
This brought to a close his early consciousness of Something that had inspired
him, and had enabled him, without ever having heard any fairy stories or
fiction, all of which were forbidden on religious grounds, to entertain his
brother while they worked in the fields with endless stories, some of which
were most fantastic to the outer vision. More than once he was severely
punished for indulging in such foolish imagination. The only Light that had
given meaning to his young life had been removed from his range of vision—and
he turned to the world's darkness, and the ways of the world, in an attempt to
find some satisfaction in living.
In the fall of
1925, Lloyd quit his job on a dairy ranch, where he regularly worked from 4:30
each morning, till ten or eleven each night—with only a few hours rest in the
middle of the day once a week on Sunday. With about fifteen dollars in his
pocket, and nothing of value beside the rough clothes he wore, he set out into
the unknown. He chose freight trains as his means of travel. While crossing the
mountains he and his companion, a boy a year older than himself, nearly froze
to death, because of the intense cold. After several harrowing experiences he
reached Pueblo, where he walked many miles to avoid the railroad yards. Finally
he managed to catch an eastbound freight—and spent the night on the end of a
loaded coal-car, jumping up and down on the brake platform in order to keep
from freezing. He landed in Ft. Scott, Kansas—and after much fruitless
searching, he was given a job as a common laborer on a building construction
gang. He was with that Construction Company for five years, and in that time he
worked doing all of the different things to be done in such work—and if any one
wants to talk about hard work, he
could tell of long, weary hours shoveling sand and gravel on concrete gangs; of
unloading, and otherwise handling, reinforcing steel, and structural steel; of
unloading carloads of cement and plaster on stifling hot August days; of
working with steel when it was so cold that hands and gloves stuck to the
metal; of handling carloads of lumber, and all the work required to build
concrete forms; and of many more types of work in heat and cold. During that
five year period he worked his way up from laborer, to timekeeper, to
bookkeeper, and finally to office manager in the home office of the large
Construction Company, where he shouldered a wide range of vital
responsibilities. When his Company was estimating to bid on new work, he
frequently worked in the estimating department till midnight, night after
night, in addition to his regular duties. Those who remember the crash of 1929
and 1930 will be able to imagine the possibility that became fact, without
warning he lost his job, and about the same time his bank went broke. Shortly
he lost the house he had purchased, and which was more than half paid for. Soon
he was again penniless, and without means of livelihood. Events took him to
Nashville, Tennessee, where he was living under the very poorest of conditions
when he sent for his youngest brother, Merl, who was at that time at
Jacksonville, Florida, and was getting into the wrong company under
circumstances that were certain to lead to a life of crime. Years later, as a
reward for having cared for his brother and making it possible for Merl to go
to night school to take a comprehensive business training course, and helping
him step by step into a considerable understanding of Reality, Lloyd saw his
brother turn traitor to his Ministry, and turn away into the darkness of the
outer world; from which he has not yet chosen to return. Let those who think
that they have had sad experiences with their relatives, be assured that Lloyd
has faced, and passed through, all the possible situations with relatives which
might seem to give just cause for wavering from the Way of Reality—and he has
proven the Truth of the Master's Word in Matthew 12:46-50.
In Nashville
there were a series of incidents which began to climax a search which Lloyd had
begun during his second year with the Construction Company. His Superintendent
was the first man from whom he had ever received any real consideration and
understanding. That man was known as Cort to his men. He expected, and got, a
real days work from every man—but he was always fair; always just. He could be
"hard boiled" to a degree that made the worst kind of a
"tough" to wilt—but he never failed to treat his men with
consideration. Our young man began to compare men, and as a timekeeper and paymaster
he had an excellent opportunity to do so. Cort had a mind that never overlooked
the slightest detail. He knew weeks in advance just how he was going to work
out each problem. It was a joy to watch him work. Obviously it was not just a
matter of "education" because there were always college graduates in
the labor gang. Often men of little education held places of responsibility.
The questions: what makes man what he is; where does man come from; and scores
of related points, kept up a puzzled procession through our young man's mind.
He read a few
books on psychology; but some important factor was lacking. Later, to improve
his own health, since he had suffered from a wide range of aches and pains and
human ills over the years of his young life, and had often worked in spite of
severe suffering, he began giving attention to natural means of increasing health,
such as exercise and diet—but all these proved to be inadequate; for Something
was still lacking. The incidents in Nashville began to focalize all these
scattered searchings, as he found opportunity to help others with his
understanding of health problems. Then a lecturer appeared who claimed to be
able to reveal great mysteries—and he gave public lectures to sell high priced
private and class instruction. With no money to pay for classes, Lloyd
considered the various ideas presented, some of which intrigued him—and others
of which he considered to be in error. Later he proved that this lecturer was a
charlatan and black magician who pried into peoples private lives till he
discovered some hidden secret, which he would then use as a means of extortion
in blackmail. Among the means of deception used by this black magician, was his
supposed ability to communicate with the dead, according to the ideas of
spiritualism. Faced with all these false concepts, and having no means of
knowing what was right and what was wrong, except an innate
"feeling," our young man examined the various ideas and discarded most
of them as obviously false—while some of them appeared to have the possibility
of truth in them. He felt convinced that there was Something that was Real—and
that all of these concepts, no matter how wrong they might be, could not exist
unless there were some sound basis of understanding the Unseen, to be found
somewhere. He looked through books in libraries, and could not find the answer.
He began to consider again the Bible, from which he had turned away years
before. As he looked at the Book without the fixed and stilted concepts that
had been forced upon him in his youth, he began to see meanings that thrilled
him. He did not yet know what was taking place; but he was Responding to My Spirit, and he was beginning to sense My
Presence, though he did not yet have the slightest idea that I was within him, and that he was My
Temple.
Through this
maze of confused concepts and outer world pullings, this way and that, he came
blindly to the month of September, 1932, when he made a final decision to
ignore, with a clean break, all of the ideas he had contacted, and, as it would
appear to the outer vision, gamble everything on his own perception of that
Something of which he was, as yet, only dimly aware. It was in this state of
consciousness that he retired on the night of the 12th, and on the morning of
September 13th, 1932, he awakened at the break of day—which was very unusual.
After trying to go back to sleep he felt so restless that he arose, and thought
to read a story which he had started; but it held no interest for him. He
thought to read the Bible, but it, too, held no immediate interest, so he put
it down. Next he decided to just sit and think for a time, whereupon he felt a
great urge to write; but he did not know what to write. As far back as he could
remember he had always wanted to write a book; but all his attempts to write
had been sad failures. Finally, in obedience to the urge, he took pencil and
paper and sat down at the table. Not knowing what to write he just relaxed for
a time.
Shortly he
became aware of a Presence, and he seemed to be enveloped in a white Cloud in
which he felt a great Peace. Then he began to write, a word at a time; but as
fast as he would get one word down, the next word would appear in his mind as
if by magic. Without trying to understand it, and without questioning or rebelling,
he wrote for about an hour. He still had no idea of My Presence in him; therefore, he concluded that it
must have been some great Being, such as an Angel from Heaven, who had come to
him, and he took no credit to himself for what he had written. As suddenly as
he had begun to write, he stopped. He simply had nothing more to write about.
Marveling at his experience, the day passed, and he retired as usual. The next
morning he awakened again; but this time he at once took pencil and paper and
sat down to write—and again the White Cloud enveloped him. This time he wrote
for about three hours, when the inspiration ceased as before. As he read over
what he had written, he found the answers to many of his own questions. The
third morning the same thing happened again, and at the close of his period of
writing he had a strong Realization that that experience would not return—and
it never has. There was no need that it should. On the 15th he considered all
the things that had taken place, and by the 16th of September he had fully
determined to give himself to the work of revealing the Truth to humanity. He
had no worldly resources, and he was without funds. He was unknown, except for
a very few people in Nashville. He began to devote himself to the work of Healing,
and gradually his work became known, and people began to call on him for help,
physical, mental and Spiritual. He began to teach a small group of people in
the study of the Bible—and in the Book of Job he found the Mysteries revealed.
Gradually he became aware of My
Presence in him. Also, in a period
of meditation he became aware of My Name.
He discovered
that when he found a need to be filled, he could speak or write the correct
expressions required to fill that need. He began to write, under My inspiration, a series of lessons
called "Steps To Mastership", to which
he signed My Name. During the period
from September 16, 1932, to September 16, 1936, he was undergoing the process of absorption, or adoption, into Me;
and that adoption was not of the complete Illumination until the latter date.
Most of the things written through my Temple prior to September 1936 were
reasonably correct—but some of them were colored by unconscious reaction to
world concepts. During that time the conscious mind of My Temple was learning, and being
trained, how to express My Words
correctly. There were times prior to full adoption when My Temple understood what it was I wished to convey, and what he meant was correct; but what he
actually wrote was not always so expressed that it conveyed the proper meaning.
A number of manuscripts which were written during that period have been
completely left behind—and are no longer used in this Service. They had value
at the time as a means toward a more nearly perfect form of expression—but they
have no present value. Even that which was written those first three mornings
is no longer available, and has not been used in the School for about six
years.
On Christmas
Day, 1934, having left his healing work in Nashville, My Temple arrived at Atascadero, California, with only thirty
dollars as his total worldly resources. He had gone to California with the idea
of working in conjunction with a certain man at Atascadero, who had appeared to
accept certain corrections of concept sent to him by mail. However, My Temple soon realized that the hopes
held out to him were entirely false, and that the man in question had only
hoped to use our young man to his own ends. My Temple could not be caused to deviate from the Way by any such
attempts, and disillusionments. Again there was a start under the most limited
of conditions. In July of 1935 I arranged events which took My Temple to San Francisco. The
immediate purpose which he understood was to investigate the Ballards who were
holding forth there at the time—but the primary purpose was to establish a
contact in San Francisco with a certain Blessed Brother and Sister who have
played a very important part in making it possible to get this Ministry started
on a more expansive basis. My Manifest-Half immediately recognized all the basic teachings of the Ballards to
be false, and pointed out the obvious contradictions and inconsistencies in the
supposed experiences which the late Mr. Ballard claimed to have had. Because My Temple refused to endorse the
Ballards, many of those who had started to study with him at Atascadero turned
away. At that time there were about thirty Students on the Mailing List—and the
income to the Service from such Students averaged from two to five dollars per week. Those of you who think you
have faced hardships and limited circumstances cannot tell any stories that can
even touch those through which My
Temple passed—and yet he kept right on giving himself, and the money that came
into his hands, to carry on the Ministry to which he was dedicated by Me. Later that same year I took my
outer-self back to San Francisco, and it was arranged for him to speak My Word before a Group of Students of
another school of thought. Most of those who heard rejected My Word—but in that audience there was
one who heard with Gladness, and who from that day to this has never wavered
from her Recognition of the Truth that I
Teach.
In 1936 the
Service grew quite rapidly, and I held many services in Oakland, San Francisco,
and other places. That year, also, I was invited to go by plane to Akron, Ohio,
to speak to the Summer School of the Sun Center. My Word was rejected by many who heard Me speak in Akron—and Mr. Benner was chief of those who rejected Me, with the result that his work on
earth soon came to a close, and he passed from this life. However, there were
many Faithful Ones in that Summer School who heard the Truth gladly, and who
are, today, Shining Lights in this Service. Thrice Blessed, indeed, are they.
They have lead the Way for all who would turn from the false teachings of the
outer mind, and come into the Eternal Truth that sets men free to enjoy the
Glorious Liberty of the Children of God, here and now. However, many of my
lectures at that time were on the subject of the importance of September 16,
1936, and though I emphasized repeatedly that no one should expect any
spectacular happening on that day most of my hearers insisted on expecting some
strange happening, primarily because of the false concepts given out by other
speakers on the subject, and when the day passed without some great event,
about 90% of the people who had been attending my Services turned away—and they
began saying that I did not know what I was talking about. They forgot that I
warned them against the very mistake they made—yet they blamed me. Such is the
attitude of human beings. Again I had to pick up the scattered threads of my
Ministry, and out of the remains I shaped the formation of the Third Sacred
School as you have come to know it.
Those of you who
have truly responded with fullness of understanding have come to realize that no
one can rightly consider My Manifest
Half as being in any sense separate from Myself
as I AM. So it is that a recognition
of Uranda is a recognition of Me as I AM in My Eternal Reality,
and My Temple has been adopted into Me, so that the manifest form that was once functioning in
self-activity in separateness from Me,
is now an Expression of that which I AM.
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