The Cosmic Logos (53 page)

‘But if you can't stand the thought of working with a tease then …' Bast gave a sigh of regret, ‘I'll have to find somebody else with your mature outlook and first-hand knowledge of the history of your kindred.'

Horace thought this a nice way of referring to his old age. ‘What is the job?'

‘Well, I figured that there are representatives of your kindred on every planet they might wish to take up residence on. Gazelle is on Tarazean, Cordella is on Lura … but there is no one to represent your people on my home planet, Nugia,' Bast outlined in a professional manner. ‘I feel sure father would permit you to serve your term in Nugia's service, especially as it would be to the future benefit of your people. I can tutor you in the ways of the Chosen, and you can advise me on how best to integrate your people into Leonine society.'

Horace had never felt honoured before — Bast could have picked any one of seventy other members of his kindred for the position. An emotional lump welled in Horace's throat which made it difficult to speak. ‘It is my greatest wish —' He choked on his emotion and so left it at that.

‘Mine, too.' Bast slapped her hands together, pleased to have achieved her objective — Horace wouldn't have that dark cloud over his heart for very much longer.

 

The tunnel of rainbow fire, formed by the synthesis of the divine rays within the soul-mind, dispersed into a white light mass.

Azaz'el?

The name stirred many memories of study and service, but only fragments. No recollection was completely stable. They just presented themselves and then vanished into the recesses of the soul-mind's foggy consciousness.

I think our fearless leader is nearly with us.

Well, praise the Logos for that. We can finally get on.

The soul-mind became aware of floating in a chamber, his form contained within a shaft of light. Beyond the lightbeam floated three other beings: two of rainbow fire, and the other an ascended master still employing a subtle human form. This being moved closer and with a wave of his index finger the barricade of light between them vanished.

Welcome home, Azaz'el,
said the master, and the other two beings echoed the sentiment.
How was your trip?

Djwhal Khul?
The soul-mind recognised the master.
My trip?
Azaz'el dwelt on this idea for a moment and was bombarded with a string of earth memories.
It was successful, I hope?
Azaz'el realised that the master was in a far better position to answer that question.

Hell yes, it was a success,
Sammael confirmed enthusiastically, when the other fiery being with him, who Azaz'el had known as Noah, Selwyn and the Sage of Eridu, corrected Sammael:
We don't use the ‘H' word any more … let's not tempt fate.

A thousand apologies, Armaros,
Sammael granted.
I'm just a bit excited at the prospect of working on a new enterprise.

Azaz'el was preoccupied with the architecture of the chamber in which they stood. It was more colourful, light-filled and impossible than anything on earth — and hauntingly familiar, with its tall, spiralling columns. These appeared not unlike glimmering, ivy-bound trees whose branches unfolded at the top to support the
ceiling. At the foot of the column, roots spread across the ground and disappeared into the floor. The beam of light that had surrounded Azaz'el upon arrival here was simply the point of entry to the celestial city, and this beautiful chamber was the entrance foyer.

Seeing this place brought the situation into focus for Azaz'el.
So the damage done to human consciousness has been righted?
Azaz'el sought verification before getting too excited.

The master nodded.
The Sanat Kumara awaits you in the Great Council chamber to welcome you home, and his great city is open to you once more.

This was very uplifting news.

You have gone where most angels fear to tread, and although it may have been done as a punishment, your deeds have taught us much and did advance the human consciousness experiment with the advent of the other human tribes.

Bonus points!
Sammael clenched a fist and raised it in a gesture of might.

We have been recalled to cosmic service,
Armaros further enlightened, appearing very pleased about the event.

Sirius, here we come.
Sammael did a little dance.

So, the split soul principle worked?
Azaz'el figured.
Our female halves kept our male halves on the straight and narrow.

Azaz'el recalled that this had been the only condition of earth life that had bothered the Grigori — splitting their soul-minds into male and female aspects before entering the human consciousness stream.

And continues to work,
Armaros stated surely.

The fact was most amusing to his associates as well.
The Great Lodge knew exactly what they were doing,
Sammael granted.
You think they would have risked sending us down without a sound contingency plan for getting us back?

I found the whole double perspective experience to be most beneficial.
Armaros offered his view.

Yes,
Azaz'el smiled fondly at the memories,
it was rather wonderful. I could even venture to say I might miss it.

Oh, I just love it when the plan comes together.
DK slapped his hands together, delighted by their banter.

Azaz'el cocked an eye, curious about the master's enthusiasm.
Why? What has the Logos in mind for us next?

That will be your choice, of course,
DK assured.

Uh-huh.
Azaz'el suppressed his amusement.
I've heard that one before.

Understanding the jest, DK only smiled.
Join us in the Great Council chamber at your leisure. You will be updated with the current state of the plan and all your questions will be answered.

Azaz'el nodded, knowing that it was not the master's place to answer such questions.

We have missed you, Azaz'el, and your minions,
DK said, before leaving.
It is a joy to see you returned to us a wiser and happier soul.

It is a joy to be thus.
Azaz'el and the master bowed to each other and Djwhal Khul departed.

My friends.
Azaz'el turned to Armaros and Sammael.
Where are the rest of us?

They are awaiting our debriefing in the ante-chamber of the Great Council of the Sanat Kumara,
Armaros informed.

You could say they are chomping at the bit to find out what our future prospects are, so, we shouldn't keep them waiting,
Sammael advised.
They'll be real glad to see you, just as I am.

Ditto,
Armaros smiled.

Azaz'el nodded to confirm he felt the same.
We did well and have learned much. But I think that from now on, it would serve us better to have a little more patience and just stick to the plan.

His associates wholeheartedly agreed.

‘T
he End.' What a ridiculous term. It sounds so final and yet according to esoteric doctrine it is redundant. For nothing ever really ends or dies, it just changes form.

The first question my readers will ask is — is that the last we shall ever see of Tory and Maelgwn? And the honest response is … you never can tell. Still, the writer feels that there are other muses with amazing tales to tell and wisdom to teach, who have already been put on hold for too long.

Will the writer be sad to see these characters go?

Absolutely — but without change there can be no growth. When I think about all that these characters have taught me in the seven or so years we have spent together, my mind boggles! They have literally changed the way I live my life and view the world. They have led me to eras, places and people who have had a profound effect on my life and my career, including my latest chance encounter.

One morning early this July I awoke, made a cup of tea and went to check my email, as per usual. Only with
this morning's email came a message from the ascended Master Djwhal Khul (DK) which had been committed to email through a spiritual teacher in Australia (the Reverend). The Reverend had aided me with some esoteric research I'd been needing to complete this last book of the triad. I consider the Reverend to be a trustworthy source, being that he is to be a guest speaker at the forthcoming (Western) Wesak celebration, held every year in California, and is to be the vessel for the Master Rakoczi at the holy assembly.

 

Djwhal now here, at your service beloved.

To really walk the talk so to speak, we must all find the time to nurture the innerness that is the GOD Within amidst the activities of the form life. Only the negative ego will try to tell you otherwise. The conscious communion with the stillness of the wordless realities of the inner planes can only serve to make the whole book creation process more refined, efficient and joyous. So we offer to assist you to deepen your inner connection, to allow you to flow more with our guidance and our love, for we see that your medium for expressing a greater reality within the written word will serve to gently generate interest in growth, the Masters, and the Path of Ascension. Yet the ego places feelings of unpreparedness, or busyness, or unworthiness as a barrier to further expansion. To relieve yourself of such unnecessary obstacles and have made known that which is currently veiled, you must remove the veils, we will assist, but you must perform within thyself, the necessary alignment and attunement to approach us. So meditation is the key, and
we know that you are able to do so or we would not have suggested this, for to have done so would be to disempower which is not our style of doing things. So remove potential distractions, prepare a sacred space wherein you feel ‘safe', ask for my protection and guidance, be ‘heart open' and follow the procedure that the Reverend shared. Be without expectation, simply know that the inspiration will come. It is TIME!

Blessings of abundance to you in this most exciting time in your world's history and heart.

I AM Djwhal Khul.

 

I have read enough of DK's books to know this master when I read him, and yet my mind would not accept that this could be happening to me.
You're being had
, I decided, or at least it was easier to believe that.

A reader, who was a close personal friend of the Reverend, had been the one to put me in touch with him. Hence, I wrote a letter to the reader who'd been the catalyst in this affair, voicing my reserve about this correspondence. The reader replied to say that she'd received several emails from Masters via the Reverend and understood that I might be doubtful. She suggested that I might like to do a weekend workshop with the Reverend and decide for myself if he was legitimate? I have never been a good pupil, as I've always been a self-teach kind of girl. The reader cum go-between then reminded me that even Tory Alexander had a Merlin to guide her.

Trying to decide whether or not to take up the offer, threw me into complete turmoil and I could not sleep
that night — for hours I pondered these events unfolding in my life. When my clairvoyant had said that ‘I could not possibly predict where this story would lead,' I had assumed he'd been referring to my characters, not me! The meditation the Reverend had given me to do to inspire the information for the scene I'd been having trouble with, worked like a charm. Still, having been a visionary all my life, I wondered how to define the difference between my own imagination and divine inspiration? Was it the same thing? It came from the same source. I'd always said that it felt like I was merely taking dictation when I wrote.

When I first started writing
The Ancient Future
I asked myself the question, ‘If an ascended Master opened a door for you, would you step through it?' I'd always fancied that my answer would be ‘yes'. Now here I was being offered the chance to become the heroine I'd so long admired. Would Tory have walked away from this challenge? I thought not. A million reasons why I couldn't take up the offer raced through my mind and yet every time I considered declining, my heart felt like it was breaking. When I considered doing as my reader had suggested, my heart settled and felt at ease. By 2.30 in the morning I decided ‘What the hell!' The tossing and turning was driving me nuts! What kind of writer would I be if I did not investigate this for myself? My readers had often asked me if my tales were all true — well, there was only one way to find out.

The following morning this email from the Reverend awaited me.

 

Greetings my friend!

So your world is somehow new again, I sense your wonder and the wondrousness of the answering of your call for awakening. Yet the activity of the ego and its analysing mind nags with its fears of loss of control. There is no judgement, there is only love and a longer or a shorter journey home. Are you ready for the express ride? Ask and you shall receive. When the pupil is ready, the Master appears. This is your time, if you but choose.

much Love, your friend and spiritual brother

 

Well, I was gobsmacked, especially when I noted the time that the email had been sent: 02:29:01. The Reverend knew the exact moment I'd decided to take him up on his offer. And in typical Cosmic Logos style, I'd been given proof of the master's abilities after I had decided to leap into the void and not before. Even my husband had been interstate the previous night, thus no living soul knew about my late night of procrastination or my resolve. When I'd been tossing and turning over what to do, my cynical mind had wondered if the Reverend knew the turmoil he'd thrown my being into. Judging from this turn of events, it would seem so. Not to mention that practically every statement in the email was a line straight out of my books, and I knew for a fact that the Reverend had never read any of my work. This was enough to convince me that the universe was definitely supporting my decision to go do this weekend workshop.

Thus, two weeks later, I headed off to an unfamiliar city,
alone
, to meet up with people I'd only known via
email and do a course with a fellow I'd never met. What's more, I felt incredibly good about this, which in itself was a miracle. The wondrousness of the cosmos that I'd so missed, locked in my office writing away for six years, was making itself felt once more.

I once heard a quote, ‘Write and you don't live, live and you don't write.' I considered this an accurate summation of my time as an author, up until this point. For a change, it was me who was off on a little adventure and, although my deadline was fast approaching, I decided that my characters could put their lives on hold for a change.

I hinted at what was unfolding in my life to the wonderful readers who have been frequenting the Message Board on my website. Little do they know that the reader-go-between that started me on this roller-coaster ride has been chatting with them too (I bet they can guess who). It is amazing to hear their stories about strange occurrences in their lives, sudden bursts in awareness, and how many of them have dreamt about these tales. It seems that the more honest I am about the bizarre events of my life, the more open others are to talk about their experiences and impressions. I love that my readers now have an outlet to discover that they are not weird, or nut cases, if they have seen a ghost, someone's aura or felt at one with the infinite — strange and wonderful stuff happens to everyone, not just those of us who get to write about it … praise the universe for that!

I have come to realise that my purpose for meeting the Reverend had little to do with a piece of research information I was lacking. I am normally able to
imagine anything, but I just couldn't get a grip on this particular scene — well, in retrospect it seems that the inspiration eluded me just so I would get in touch with this man. After I had made contact, the inspiration flowed freely and I agreed that I would give credit to the Reverend for his aid. That was right before he actually began to have a stronger bearing on the sub-plot of the tale. That's when I had another
huge
realisation. When the ascended Masters of the Far East and the Master Rays entered into my story, I'd been treating them like mythological characters that I could pluck out of fiction and manipulate to suit my plot, rather than conscious living entities and incarnations working on this planet today. And although Goddess knows I did some heavy research to write this book, most of my trusted references were over a hundred years old! When you are talking about a living, evolving planetary hierarchy, there are bound to be a few changes in the structure in a century. What I needed was someone who was up to date with the state of the planetary hierarchy at present. Well, what a coincidence, hey? The perfect consultant had just been introduced to me — the universe always provides. I was able to breathe easier knowing any errors I may have made about the Masters or their teachings would not go to print and even my agent agreed that asking the Reverend to proofread this manuscript was the right thing to do.

So, you have to figure that I was fairly impressed by the Ascension weekend workshop. The Reverend wasn't joking when he said I would be getting the express ride — I felt like I'd literally been scoured by cleansing energy at
the end of it. The discourses in cosmology made me realise just how much my esoteric library needs updating. It was very disconcerting for me to be confronted with updates on the work of the masters on this planet, mainly because it was as if my ability to create my own reality was suddenly rather more extensive than even I'd imagined — for here was my plot unfolding in reality. I came away from that weekend without any doubt that I had spent it in the company of a truly adept man with some highly beneficial teachings.

How much of the sub-plot about the writer is true? The information about my guides I pieced together from various experiences and psychic readings I've had over the years. The story of my success has been recounted with as much truth as I can tell it. This was my attempt to demonstrate how the principles I learned about via the fantasy could work in reality — or at least they've worked for me.

I am now making a living doing what I love most and, without too much public exposure or media support, these books have just sold themselves. From where I sit now, I have to wonder how a girl who left school in fourth form with a D in English, who can't spell and is dyslexic, became a best-selling author — that does seem like a fantasy.

I have heard from, and know, many others who have taken their reality into their own hands by learning to trust in the universe to support their pure intentions and aspirations. This does require a re-training of the brain, however — it is simply amazing how much negative programming we entertain in our everyday thinking.
It has taken many years of consciously addressing those nasty little voices in my head telling me ‘I'm not good enough', or ‘not smart enough' to fulfil my desires. I cut the phrases ‘I can't' and ‘it's too hard', and the like, from my vocabulary and replaced them with phrases like ‘no fear', ‘the universe always provides', ‘it's a test of character', and ‘what is meant to be will be, and what is not, won't … so why worry?'

It seems very apt that at the conclusion of writing a series of books exploring the occult history of our Earth, I should receive a spiritual wake-up call myself. I know that since that weekend workshop I have been calmer, more open to the needs of others, including the planet and creatures with which we share it. ‘Write and you don't live, live and you don't write,' was a very true statement for me. My clairvoyant told me once that it was not enough for me to write about Tory Alexander, I had to be her! ‘We lead by example, relaying the theory is not enough.' I believe my introduction to the Reverend was the universe's way of insuring that I don't forget my own development and the concerns of the real world — the fight for the survival of our beloved Gaia. This battle of negative and positive forces is unfortunately far from over in our inter-dimensional reality. When John Lennon wrote ‘all you need is love' never a truer statement was made. All Gaia needs is love; if we could only do every task in our day for the love of it, all would be well with the world.

The line between fiction and fantasy has always been a little blurred to my way of thinking, but as time and my investigations into the cosmos roll on, my stories seem to
contain less and less fiction. How much of it is real to others, is up to each reader to decide and investigate, if so inclined. Still, I am here to tell you that if you are lusting after a life of cosmic adventure in the manner of Tory Alexander, it is all out there for the taking. In my own investigation of religion, mythology and esoteric texts, all roads lead to Shamballa and to the teachings of those Wise Men of the Far East, whose writings have so strongly influenced my own. The world is a truly amazing being and never has it been easier to seek out information about Gaia and her greater mysteries.