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CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Parable

John continued.  “Listen carefully to this parable and write it down in your own words after I leave.  You will publish it later and it will be an inspiration to many.  If you sense the Spirit in the words you will guess where it originated.”

“On a certain night Jim, Mike, Ron and  Dave died.  Shortly thereafter they all found themselves walking on a beaten path.  It seemed right to follow the path.  Finally they came to a dividing point.  One path veered to the left; the other to the right.  They stood a moment, pondering what to do, when suddenly a man in white appeared and gave them instructions.

“Welcome, my friends’, he said.  ‘You are approaching your new home and I am here to instruct you as much as is permitted.  You notice there are two paths before you:  One of them takes you to Heaven, a place more beautiful than you can imagine.  The other takes you to Hell, a land full of darkness, despair and wretched individuals.  All I can tell you at this point is you are to choose a path, but once you reach your destination you cannot turn back.  Once you get to Heaven you will stay there, or once you get to Hell you will stay there.  One more word I can say.  Do not be frightened, for that reward you get in the end will be that which you deserve.   Go forth confident that if you have led a just life, you will reap as you have sowed.  You must proceed one at a time and each walk the path alone.’

“After saying this the man disappeared.  The four were astonished at this somewhat random  method of reaching Heaven or Hell.  Finally, they decided they  must go forward and drew straws to determine who would go first.  Jim got the first opportunity and chose the path on the right.  He thought that perhaps this would lead to heaven because the “right” is always associated with “good.”  But as he proceeded he heard the fierce sound of wild animals, clouds seemed to hide the sun and the earth seemed to shake.  He became very frightened and thought, ‘Maybe I have chosen the wrong path.’  He turned around, went back to the beginning and told the others of his experience.  Then he decided to try the left hand path.  As he ventured forth he saw more ominous signs.  He kept wondering how far he could go before he could not turn back, and with each step he became more and more frightened until he was forced to retreat back to the beginning.

“Seeing that Jim could not make a firm decision as to which path to take, Ron and Dave suggested Mike now take his turn.  Mike, however, was paralyzed with fear for, according to Jim’s story, neither path sounded very heavenly.  ‘I’m going to think about it a while’, he said.  ‘Someone else can take a turn.’

“It was now Ron’s turn and he said, ‘I’m picking the right-hand path and not turning back.’  He followed through with his decision, and went past the sound of wild animals and through the darkness and storm clouds until he found himself in a place of unspeakable beauty and peace.  He assumed he was in Heaven and rested there.

“It was now Dave’s turn to move onward.  Jim said he thought he heard a wild animal eating Ron and a chill of concern spread through them all.  Dave was not sure he was making the right decision, for he chose the path on the left.  He thought within himself:  ‘No matter what happens I’ll go forward on this path and make the best of it.’

“As he proceeded, things went from bad to worse.  There were horrific shrieks from wild animals and storm clouds with fierce thunderbolts were everywhere.  Still, he proceeded until he reached a sign that said ‘Hell”.  Behind him, the path disappeared and there was no retreat.  Before him was a depressing place dark and stormy, full of inhabitants living in run- down shacks.  The people lived in constant fear of attacks from the animals and roaming gangs which stole whatever they could get their hands on.  Everywhere he went he was told this was a land cursed by the devil, and that things are going to get worse for all eternity.

“Dave thought long and hard within himself.  ‘I promised myself I would not retreat from this path and make the best of it.  I refuse to listen to these voices of doom.  Within myself there is no Hell and my conscience is clear,  so why should there be Hell on the outside?”

“From that point on, Dave went forth in confidence and taught the people they did not have to live in the run-down shacks, and that they could change their circumstances so they would not have to live in fear.  He also questioned their belief the land was cursed by the devil.  A handful of people took hope and listened, but the rest were afraid and even looked upon Dave as an enemy, fearing he would make things even worse than they were.

“Dave gathered the people who would listen.  They refused to accept the slum they were given as a final resting place and made blueprints of new beautiful homes.  The best land they could find was an uninhabited swamp.  They drained it and built their homes and a beautiful city with teeming gardens and landscapes.  The gangs did not bother them, for the inhabitants supported and protected each other.  The wild animals became friends, for the people nurtured them.  Even the dark clouds and storms began to subside and bright, sunny days became a common sight.

“The people who were against Dave saw what had been accomplished and they took courage; one by one, other parts of Hell became transformed into beautiful cities and landscapes.  After a period of time there was nothing but beauty and peace as far as the eye could see.

“Dave surveyed the now-beautiful land and came to a realization: One more thing needs to be done.  He walked over to the original entrance and found that old sign which read ‘Hell’, tore it down, and replaced it with one that said ‘Heaven’.  As he did, another path with a fork in it appeared and so did the man in white.  His look caught Dave’s eye and he said, ‘I think you know what you must do’.

“Dave looked back and said,  ‘I see I must choose again’.

“’Correct’. said the man.

“Before I proceed,  can you tell me the fate of the other three?’

“The man answered:  ‘Ron is in a city that resembles the place you have created.  He has one regret: he wishes he had a part in creating it.  When that desire becomes strong enough he will be given another path to choose and will wind up in a place called ‘Hell’. as you did, and be given an opportunity to build Heaven.

“Jim and Mike are still paralyzed with fear, afraid to make a decision.  They are the ones who are truly in Hell, yet sooner or later they must proceed onward.

“And what lies ahead for me?’  asked Dave.

“The unknown’, said the man.

“The statement made Dave afraid, yet excited at the same time. And with no hesitation, he proceeded on the path leaning to the right.”

No one spoke for a moment. “That’s a beautiful story,” Elizabeth said, her eyes glistening through tears.   “I’d better help my husband remember it.”

“That’s an excellent thought,” said John.  “Now the first step to solving the first key is to find the first keyword.  The first keyword is the title of the parable and also the power that put the pen in motion.  The second stage of the first key is in your understanding.  You must show a degree of comprehension about the key.”

Suddenly it seemed as if a light turned on in my head.  “I have the word!” I exclaimed.  “I can’t believe I never thought of it before, but I’m sure I am right this time.”

“You’ll have to wait another week to give it to me,” said John.

“You don’t know what you ask here,” I said.  “Now that I have the word I want to talk about it.”

“If you are correct you will gain much by contemplating the full meaning of the word and principle during the next week.”

“I feel strongly in my bones I am correct.  I am just anxious to be verified.”

“A week is a very short period,” John said patiently.

“Where will we meet next Thursday?” I asked anxiously.

“Denny’s, unless there is a change of plans.  There, we will discuss the beginning of your mission.”

“Now you’re making my wait worse than ever.  You’ve mentioned a mission before.  Exactly what do you have in mind for me?” I asked anxiously.

“It is more what Joshua has in mind.  He has a plan to reveal new teachings to the world, and you, my friend, are a part of that plan.”

“Now you really have me stimulated!  Why don’t you just stay here for three days and answer all my questions?”  I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve begging to open presents early.

“At this moment, my time available is limited.   Maybe we can spend three days together when Joshua can let me go for a while.  In the meantime, happy contemplating until next week.” John started walking toward the front door.

“Let me ask you one more question before you go,” I requested.

“Go ahead,” said John, turning around.

“The Dark Brothers attacking me is one thing, but picking on my wife seems really unfair.  Is there anything we can do to protect her until we learn more about protecting ourselves?”

“It is not only your wife you have to be concerned about. There will be many others – who will seek the teachings of light and you will be assisting –  who the Dark Ones will seek to distract and pull down to their level of selfishness.  There is something that you, your wife and others who come forward can do to keep your minds steady in the Light.  Of course, the greatest protection is found in becoming one with the Spirit and being true to the inner voice, but few have achieved that to the desired degree.  There is a special prayer which has been passed down that will give aspiring disciples protection.  We didn’t plan to release it just yet, but perhaps it would be appropriate to give it to you now.”  John surveyed the room for a moment.  “I need a moment of privacy.  May I use your bathroom?”

“Sure.  Down the hall and to the left,” I instructed, curious.

When John went into the bathroom, I couldn’t help but move closer to the door and stare at the crack under the door.  I faintly heard some voices and couldn’t tell if it was just John or John and someone else.  It also seemed like the light coming from under the door intensified.  When the voices ceased I backed off and soon John came out.

John looked quite pleased and stated,  “Today may seem like an ordinary day, but in reality this day marks the beginning of the end for our Dark Brothers.  Their power will end, not because we will destroy them, but because the pure in heart will no longer give their power over to them and thus the innocent will be protected.  When the Dark Brothers are denied the source of power that does not belong to them they will destroy themselves.  Tell me, have you heard of the Song of the 144,000?”

“If I remember right, it comes from the Book of Revelations.  The Jehovah Witnesses use that number all the time.”

“Find me a Bible and we’ll read about it.” John commanded.

I hurriedly got a Bible and gave it to John.  He turned to Revelations chapter fourteen and read:

“Rev 14:1 And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the mount Sion, and with him an hundred forty and four thousand, having his Father’s name written in their foreheads.
Rev 14:2 And I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder: and I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps:
Rev 14:3 And they sung as it were a new song before the throne, and before the four beasts, and the elders: and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.
Rev 14:4 These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Rev 14:5 And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God.”

John closed the book thoughtfully and looked at Elizabeth and me.  “I wrote this in symbolic language nearly two thousand years ago.  It sounds like the song will be sung by heavenly beings flying around the throne of God, but in reality anyone here on earth who recognizes the Spirit of God flowing through him is very close to the throne of God .  It may sound like the song will be sung by virgin men but they will be both men and women who are pure in heart.  Many have also thought the number 144,000 is a limiting number, but in reality it is the number of one great symbolic choir, one of many that will eventually come from this small planet.  Also, the song will not be sung, in the ordinary sense, on the physical plane but by souls of aspiring disciples.  It is to be spoken out loud and registered by the spirit within.  When the words are registered by the soul a beautiful song is sent to God, and, in return, the seeker will receive spiritual protection and assistance.”
Copyright 1997 by J J Dewey

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CHAPTER TWENTY
Song of the 144,000

“So, are you going to teach us the song then?” I asked eagerly.

“Yes,” John replied.  “Get a pen and paper and write down the words precisely as I tell them to you.  This is one teaching you are not to put in your own words, but must be exactly memorized.”

I got the materials and prepared to write.  “I’m ready,” I said, poised for revelation.

John began by closing his eyes for a moment. Then he opened them and slowly spoke these beautiful words:

“We thank you Father that you have revealed to us your protective universal light; that within this light is complete protection from all destructive forces; that the Holy Spirit of Your Presence permeates us in this light, and wherever we will the light to descend.”

John paused a moment and closed his eyes.  As Elizabeth and I looked on in wonder, we became aware of a white light, ever so softly at first, growing in radiance about an arm’s reach from John’s body until we could hardly gaze upon it.  Then, a few seconds later, we noticed  a radiant light beginning to manifest and dance around our own bodies.  After about another minute the three of us were like three glowing suns of light.

Then John spoke again:

“We thank you Father that you fill us with your protective fires of Love; that within this love is complete protection from all destructive thoughts and feelings; that the consciousness of Christ is lifted up in us in this love, and wherever we will the love to be enflamed.”

John was silent again, and after a few seconds we noticed bright yellow, pink and magenta color added to his aura of light.  Shortly thereafter, we noticed it in our own spheres of light.  Then we felt the fire of tremendous love.  It was a love and fire that permeated to the very soul and was very delicious to the spiritual taste, something beyond our power to put in words.  Somehow Elizabeth and I both sensed we were all feeling it together; and even though we had not felt this intensity before, it seemed very natural and welcome.

Then, just as we were enjoying the greatest experience of our lives, John opened his eyes and spoke again:

“We thank you Father that you are in us and we are in you; that through us Your Will is sent forth on wings of power; that Your Purpose is accomplished on earth as it is in heaven; that through us Your Light and Love and Power is manifest to all the Sons and Daughters of Mankind.”

This time, a deep violet with edges of gold manifested in his aura and again spread to our own light.  In addition to feeling the Presence of Spirit and great Love, we now felt a sense of enormous Power that was overwhelming.  If we had any doubt about the existence of a Supreme being before, they vanished when we felt such a great manifestation.  The sense of power seemed so great it felt as if the one who possessed it could snap his fingers and make the world disappear if desired.  It was indeed a humbling experience.

John stretched both hands outward, and the light seemed to circulate around the three of us as if we were one life.  Then he said quietly,  “Ask yourself… When you are in this state is it even possible to feel any fear?  Can you sense it would be impossible for the Dark Ones to disturb this peace?”

I looked at Elizabeth.  “The way I feel right now, I can’t even imagine anything negative existing, let alone fear it.”  Elizabeth nodded, smiling, in agreement.  She seemed unable to speak.

John lowered his arms and the light began to fade, but even when it was gone we continued to feel a great peace within us.  After a moment John  spoke again,  “You, my friends, have just heard the Song of the 144,000 before the throne of God. There are already groups of 144,000 singing the song on the spiritual planes, but this is the beginning of the spiritual song upon the earth.  Soon, it will be on earth as it is in heaven; and there will be 144,000 and more who will feel the Light and Love and Power of the Father-Mother God and allow themselves to be a note played within the music of the spheres.”

After contemplating this beautiful vision I asked, “Are we supposed to say this song or prayer on a regular basis?”

“Yes,” said John.  “Say it together at least once a day and say it as an individual at least once a day.  Each time you say it, however, visualize all those who can sing the song of the soul as if they were in your presence and enjoying the light and love and power you have felt here tonight.  As each new person learns the song the whole will be strengthened and energized.”

John paused and continued, “My time is short and I will teach you more later on this subject.”

We said our good-byes and again watched John walk off into the darkness.

That night Elizabeth and I said the song together before going to bed.  We didn’t see a visible light or feel the fire as we did when John said it, but we felt a peaceful feeling… and Elizabeth was able to fall into a deep sleep without fear of another dark attack.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Mission

For the next three days we recited the song faithfully several times a day; then on the fourth day we seemed to get distracted and didn’t think to say it.  We didn’t suffer any obvious attack, but I did notice that Elizabeth seemed more negative about her illness.  In addition, we got into several arguments which seemed to take us out of the spiritual mood.  During the fifth day there seemed to be a cloud hanging over us.  At bedtime neither of us felt like saying the song, but I felt it was important so I prodded Elizabeth into saying it along with me.

After we finished Elizabeth said:  “I think we slipped out of harmony with our souls.  I didn’t realize it until now.  Let’s say it again.”

We said it again and this time we felt a return to the great peace we previously felt.  As we were basking in the peace I said:  “This song really does have a positive effect.  We must remember to say it every day whether we feel like it or not.”

Elizabeth agreed and we made a mental commitment to remember to say the song each day.

Outside of the two days we did not say the song, the week went pretty well.  In fact it seemed to go better than usual.  I sold two homes without the usual problems and went through what was supposed to be a difficult closing without a hitch.  Elizabeth also seemed to have more physical strength and, except for the two negative days, her attitude was much improved.

Wayne and I were too busy for our weekly breakfast.  In my spare time that week I thought much about what my mission was supposed to be and formulated a number of questions for John.  From the little John told me, I knew I was supposed to somehow present his teachings and the keys of knowledge to the world, but I hadn’t taken that thought too seriously yet since I had not even completed the first key myself.  Yet he told me he was going to talk about my mission during our next meeting.  I was indeed curious about that.

This time, when Thursday night arrived, Elizabeth and I said the song together.  We both felt a great peace and neither of us was concerned about her staying alone for a couple hours.

As I got into my car to go to Denny’s I found myself half expecting to be whisked away to who-knows-where, but nothing happened.  Without incident I drove to Denny’s, went inside, and found John  drinking coffee and reading the local newspaper in our regular booth.

As I sat down John looked up and smiled,  “I see you have been saying the song,” he said.

“How can you tell?”  John was always a surprise to me.

“I see it, as I just told you.”

“What do you mean you see it?”

“When I sang the song for you what did you see?” John asked.

“I saw beautiful lights dancing around you.”

“So you saw me singing the song?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Did you not also feel me singing the song?”

“Yes, we felt the most wonderful feelings one can imagine.”

“And you also heard me utter the words, did you not?”

“Of course.”

“The true singing of the Song of the 144,000 is accomplished on three levels:  the physical, emotional and mental planes, which opens the door of the spiritual.  You have been singing the song recently and I can see your light and feel your peace.  Thus, I see that you have been singing the song.”

“Could you explain more about what you mean by singing on three levels?”

John paused and said, “If a person merely memorizes the words and repeats them only on the physical plane, he is not truly singing the song.  The vibrations of words only being uttered cause very little result.  In addition to saying the words one must feel and think the words.  In a sense you become the Word which is God.  The final thing you must always do is to sing the song as if you are in the presence of all others who are also in the great choir. When you do this you open the door to the spiritual energy and become a true singer of the song; you not only help yourself, but you also assist all others who also know and use the song.  There is a strong interplay and sharing of energy that is available to those who have the Father’s name written in their foreheads.”

“I have a question,” I said.  “When you sang the song we saw a visible light around us, but when Elizabeth and I did it we didn’t see a light.  How come?”

“You did not see a light, but I did.  When I saw you walking toward this booth you were glowing like an angel.  You saw the light in my presence for two reasons: I have had more practice singing the song than you and the light was thus more intense: second, your spiritual sight was more sensitive that night.  If you develop your spiritual sight you will be able to see the light each time you correctly sing the song.  You will sing this song in groups in the future and some will see the light and others will not.  Everyone, however, will feel some type of effect.  Those who are not ready will feel a negative effect and will drop out of the choir and not sing it again until they are more prepared.”

“What’s the main determination as  to whether a person is ready?” I asked.

“Each person will be his own judge.  But if one is not ready he will not benefit and thus will not even attempt to sing the song on a regular basis.”

“It seems odd to say we are singing a song when we are not singing in the normal sense.”

“From a higher point of view there is not a lot of difference in beauty between speaking and singing.  The beauty of the song of the soul far eclipses the most beautiful singing on the earth.  Thus you will find some of the most spiritual people on the planet often do not have a good physical singing voice.  This is because they have put so much attention on the inner beauty.  On the other hand, there are a handful of spiritual people who have also cultivated a good singing voice, so you can’t really judge the spiritual evolution of a person by the sound of his physical voice.”

“What a relief!” I joked.  “I’d probably go to Hell if I was judged by the way I sing.”

“Actually you sing very well.  If you were to listen to your whole self, you would see it.” John smiled.

“This is news to me,” I said.   “I’ve never thought of myself as being a good singer any way you look at it.”

John took a sip of coffee and asked.  “Do you think you have the first key word?”

“Yes.  I really think I do.”

“Let me have it then.”

I told him the word that came to me last week.

“Are you sure that is correct?” he asked.

“Reasonably sure, yes.”

“You must learn to trust the inner voice.  When you are in  tune with it, there will not be doubt.  What does your inner Self say?  Do you have the right word or not?”

“I’m real sure, but I wouldn’t bet my life on it.”

“There will come times when you must bet your life and more on your inner voice.  You must learn to register it and then trust it with all you have.  That is the only way to completely free yourself of the influence of the Dark Brothers and all negative energy.  Now look deep within yourself and answer.  Have you found the right key word?  Yes or no?”

I tried to tune into that still small voice, but the more I tried to receive the more I doubted myself.  Was I imagining the confirmation because that’s what I wanted or was I getting a real answer?  “I think I have the right answer, but to be honest I don’t know for sure.”

“It is good that you are honest, but to complete your mission you must learn to hear the inner voice and trust it.  The question is this:  Is the key word you thought you received confirmed by your inner voice or not?”

John sat up straighter and leaned forward.  “If you cannot give me the correct answer in the next few minutes then our relationship is at an end and you will not see me again in this life.”

I was stunned by his words and I felt myself flush.  “What?  After all that I have gone through you would just cast me aside if I cannot give you the correct answer here and now?”  I couldn’t believe his words!

John studied my face for a moment. “I would not cast you aside, but if you cannot receive and trust the inner voice of the Spirit after all that you have gone through, I must find someone else for the job.  It is nothing personal, but I have a job to do and I must have someone who trusts the still small voice.  Now I will give you a moment of silence, then give me the answer.”

John was silent and I tried to tune into the voice, but seemed to get nothing.  John’s statement unnerved me, but I tried to focus. After a moment of frustration on my part John asked “What is your answer?”

I was angry with myself because my moment of contemplation gave me nothing.  I decided to guess.  “Yes.  I have the right answer.  I’ll go with it.”

“Did your inner voice confirm that to you?” John asked.

I paused a moment in fear.  I never wanted to lie so much in my life, but if I told John I received something it would be a lie, and he would probably know it.  I painfully told him the truth. “I tried to get a confirmation, but I drew a blank.  Have I failed?”

“Not yet.  Now take a couple minutes and contemplate.  Are you sure you have the right key word?  Do you have confirmation from the soul and do you trust it?  Your next answer will be final.  I’m going to the rest room. When I return I expect your answer.”

“Take your time,” I said to John as he walked off.

I had never felt under pressure like this before.  In the past when I wanted some inner guidance I always tried to be in a situation where there were no distractions, but this seemed impossible.  Nevertheless, I tried to clear myself and hear my inner voice.  “I think I have the key word.  Is it correct?  God help me.  Please tell me if it is correct!”

There was no answer.  Nothing.  I had never drawn such a blank in my life.  Here I was, with perhaps the greatest opportunity a man has had for two thousand years, and I was going to let it slip through my fingers.  In addition to that, I would probably lose Elizabeth because I would never receive the first three principles.  I almost started to cry, but held back the tears and forced myself to continue.  John would be coming back any minute.

I sat back in my seat, closed my eyes, and thought back to last Thursday night when John taught us the parable and song and when the key word came to me.  For a moment I relived those few glorious moments.

In an instant I realized I had the answer John  wanted.  At that exact moment John came out of the bathroom.

He casually sat down in the booth and took another sip of coffee and asked,  “Do you have a confirmed answer?”

“Yes.  I do.”

“What is it, my friend?”

“I did not get confirmation tonight because I already received confirmation at the time I received the key word.  At the moment I received it,  I was completely sure, but during the week my trust wavered and I doubted myself.  When I let my mind go back to that moment last week, I realized anew I had definitely received the correct key word.  My answer is yes.  I am sure the key word is right and it was confirmed by my inner self.”

“No doubts, then?” he said.

“I am now sure,”  I said firmly.

“What if I were to tell you that you are wrong?”

I felt a shiver of fear go through me for a second, but then gathered my composure.  “I would say that you are wrong, because I know what the inner voice confirmed to me, and even God cannot take that away.”

For the first time since I had known him  John  looked visibly affected.  His eyes became moist as he grabbed my right hand with both of his,. and said,  “The long famine of truth is over my brother.  You are ready to assist in bringing a great light to the earth.  Welcome to the Brotherhood.”

John and I sat there in silence holding hands for what seemed to be an hour, but I knew it was less than a moment.  During that interlude I did not have to ask him if the key word was correct.  I knew it was.  During this time something else happened.  I saw the story of John’s life over the past two thousand years.   I was amazed beyond words at the struggles he  went through to help mankind.  But what affected me the most was that time and time again, his work met with failure because of lack of cooperation from those whom he had  taught.  Sometimes those who were supposed  to be working for the Brotherhood of Light were just sluggish; other times they sought for their own glory; sometimes they were paralyzed with fear; then, sadly, there were other times when the workers of light lost their light and moved to the side of darkness and sought to destroy all things that bring freedom and light to mankind.

Then, once every several hundred years I saw that John had a faithful co-worker or two, and his heart was gladdened and his hope in mankind renewed.  After that I felt overwhelming emotion over the hope and expectation that John had for me.  At that instant I broke off contact.

“You expect more out of me than I expect from myself.  I don’t want to let you down as others have done.”

“Never, never let fear of failure prevent you from  taking action.  Remember the lesson of the parable.  Always take action on the highest you know and you will learn from your mistakes and eventually meet with success.”

I waited for the lump in my throat to go down and said, “One thing that bothers me is that as great of a teacher and human being as you are, you have still met with failure time and time again over the past two thousand years.  Do you really believe we can succeed this time?”

“The past two thousand years has been a time of training and preparation for the Workers of Light.   We are now on the cusp of a new age and a new energy.  The keynote for the past two thousand years has been sacrifice beginning with the sacrifice of Christ.  Now we are entering a grand new period where we can enjoy the fruits of the sacrifice.  The new keynote is service.  Perhaps the greatest phrase ever recorded from Joshua is that the greatest in the kingdom of heaven shall be the greatest servant.  The greatest among the Brotherhood of Light are those with the greatest capacity and willingness to serve.

“We seemed to fail a lot the past two thousand years because we were learning and demonstrating sacrifice, but now it is decreed we will learn and demonstrate service.  In order to serve we must succeed;  therefore, it is our destiny we will succeed this time around.  There will be setbacks here and there, but our ultimate success is as good as guaranteed.”  John smiled at me as if I was part of this success.

“So, I take it I have passed some type of test here?” I asked.

“Yes, you have.  More important than learning the keys is learning to trust what the Spirit confirms to you.  When you are given a confirmation, you are not usually given another one until you are faithful to what you have already been given.  Last Thursday you were given a confirmation of the key word and you were tempted to doubt it.  Therefore, when you tried to get confirmation again it did not come.  Doubt throws up a wall between you and your soul.  You did exactly the right thing when you went back to the point of reception and reviewed it.  You did the same thing when the Dark Brother tried to deceive you; you thought back to what the true voice of the Spirit was like and compared it to your dream.  This is a process few have mastered.  Almost everyone wants confirmation of truth again and again instead of trusting confirmation they have already received.  If you cannot trust confirmation you received yesterday, how do we know you will trust renewed confirmation today?”

John continued. “The true disciple will not look for new confirmations again and again.  He will find them naturally when he lives by the highest light he has already received.

John leaned forward and lowered his voice after our waitress finished filling our coffee cups.  “Let me repeat myself.  This is perhaps the most important advice you will ever receive: Always live by the highest light you have already received.  If you do, you will receive more,  worlds without end.  If you do not, your progression will come to an end and cannot proceed until you go back, review the last light you have received, and then live your life according to the standard of that light.”

I thought a moment.  “I’ve always tried to do that, but did not realize the full implications of that standard until now.   So tell me.  Am I done with the first key or what?”

“You have found the first key word.  Now your next step is to understand the key itself.  During the next week I want you to think about why this particular word is a key of knowledge and why it identifies the core of your existence.   Why is it the cause of all motion in the universe from a planet to a pen to an atom?”

“I feel privileged to continue this after the scare you gave me.” I said, laughing with relief.

John smiled reassuringly.  “Not as bad as the scare you gave me.  I would probably feel worse losing a student with the mission you are supposed to have than you would have in losing the opportunity.  After all, I have much more knowledge of the implications of it all than you.”

“So you were supposed to tell me more about this mission…” I urged.

“Yes,” he said.  “There are several stages and all will not be revealed at once.  We want you to concentrate on the work at hand rather than some future event that seems impossible at the moment.”

“What then is the first stage?”

“The first stage is for you to write several books giving out new teachings and keys to the world.”

I scratched my head. “I don’t think you understand how busy I am.  To pay all my bills including Elizabeth’s medical expenses I now work 7 days a week, often 12-16 hours a day.  I not only have to work like crazy to make money, but I have to do all the work around the house since Elizabeth’s illness.  I would be happy to do whatever you ask if you would materialize a few gold bars so my hands could be free.”

John smiled.  “I remember those few sweet years with the Master – how we  would often give Him replies like that.  Do you know what He usually said back to us?”

“What?”

“Oh ye of little faith.”

I chuckled.  “Well with me it should be Oh ye of little time.  There are only so many hours in a day.”

“Are you telling me it impossible for you to find time to write a book?”

I reflected a moment.  Oh, what the hell.   “All right.  Nothing is impossible.  I’ll find some way.”

“Let’s look at the practical possibilities first.  Can you mortgage your house to free up some money which would free up some time?”

I frowned. “Are you kidding?  I’m mortgaged to the hilt!”

“How about friends or relatives.  Will any of them help?”

“Most of them already think I’m too far out.  No.  None of them would loan me money to write a book.  I’d have to lie to them and I know you don’t want that.”

“Dealing with the material side of life is something that even the highest teachers have a problem with,” said John, frowning.  “But especially in this age we recognize that it is a necessity.  All you need to do is find time to write your first book or two.  Now because of certain spiritual laws we cannot just materialize you bars of gold or other wealth, but we do believe that many people will be interested in the teachings and be willing to buy the books.  When this happens, you will have enough coming in to free your hands so you can spend full time as a student, teacher and writer.”

I took a long sip of coffee. “Maybe I could stay up an extra hour or two each evening until I get the book done.  I’ll find a way to do it.  I must warn you I have been planning on doing some writing for years and have just not been able to find the time, but I know this is important.  When am I supposed to start?”

“Right away.”

“But I haven’t even completed the first key.”

“You don’t have to.  The first book will tell about your encounter with me and your experiences and what you have learned up to this moment.  You are not to reveal the first key word in the first book.  One reason is you are to give many copies of the first book free by making it available on the Internet or any other way you can come up with.  There, seekers can download copies and get a feel for what is to come.  If they are then interested, they can either purchase a hard copy or future books you write.  This will supply you with money to free your hands and begin other projects we have in mind for you.”

“So I am supposed to start writing right away and write everything exactly as it has happened?  The trouble with that idea is no one will believe it.  They’ll think the book is the work of an illusionary dreamer.”

“Actually, you are more correct  than you realize.  We have made two previous attempts to put out advanced teachings to the world in a straightforward method and both failed miserably.  We found that new age gurus who just made everything up from their subconscious had more success than did our two disciples.  An additional problem was our disciples  were so honest and straightforward they were boring.”

“I’m sure you’re not asking me to be dishonest.”

“Far from it.  Even Joshua would fall from the light if he asked you to do that.”

“So what are you asking?”

“We are asking you to write a book of fiction,” John replied.

“Fiction?  But none of these fantastic things that has transpired is fiction.” I exclaimed.

“No.  But some of them are too unbelievable for you to write and there are other things that lack a certain glamour necessary to attract an audience.  Therefore, we want you to create any characters or events you want to make the book interesting.  Since you will publish the book as fiction you will not be dishonest in creating any characters, situations or events necessary to make an interesting story.  There is one criteria, however, that you must adhere to.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“The whole purpose of your writings will be to present teachings important for the coming age of peace.  Therefore, you are under strict command to not alter any teachings you receive from me or any other future spiritual teacher.  You are to present them as clearly and as honestly as you are capable.  Even though you will publish the writings as fiction there are many who will sense the teachings themselves are true and many will want to know more.”

“The most unbelievable part of this whole adventure is you,” I smiled.   “Should I tell the whole story about you?”

“We are leaving that up to you.  You will probably have to alter me to some degree, or possibly many degrees.  If necessary you can say you met Hercules, or the moon goddess,  whatever you think will make a good story.  Just be true to the teachings you have received.

“You and the Christ are much wiser than me.  Why are you leaving such an important assignment up to me?”

“Teachings to humanity must come through humanity, through ordinary mortals such as yourself.  Every time we have broken that rule in the history of the world it has always ended in disaster.”

“I thought you spiritual teachers were infallible.  It sounds like even the Christ can make a mistake.”

“True perfection consists in having the ability to complete a task successfully.  When one is in the process of completing a work there will always be mistakes, but that does not prevent the end product from  being perfect.  Look at this world and the inhabitants on it.  There is much imperfection here created by God himself, but the end result of it all will be a perfection beyond imagination.”

‘Hm-m-m, interesting.’ I thought.  “So you are forced to rely on a mere mortal such as myself to get the word out?”

“Yes.  The closest I can come to you is as a teacher, and even then you must be an active participant in asking questions and finding answers.  You have to really want to know  each step of the way as you progress.”

“Well, I must admit I have a strong motive since the life of my wife depends on it.”

John smiled, “I believe you would pursue the truth with a vengeance even if her life did not depend on it.”

“Perhaps.  I guess we’ll find out when she is healed.”

“I have faith you will help her achieve that healing.  Just remember to always follow the highest you know.  This principle also encompasses the area of healing.  In fact, she is now anxiously awaiting your return.  You need to go home so she can peacefully sleep.”

“You’re probably right.” I said.  “I’ll try to get my first chapter done for our meeting next week.”

“Do not bring it to me until the book is done,” John said.

“Why is that?”

“The less influence I have the more powerful it will be even if it is written in your weakness.  I will read it when you are finished, but I will be constrained from editing it.”

“Won’t you be able to give me your opinion at least?”

“I will tell you whether I enjoyed it or not.  When you are done we will see how much more I can reveal.”  He got up to leave and said,  “We’d better call it a day here.”

“Will I see you next week?” I asked hopefully.

“We’ll just meet here at Denny’s again unless you hear otherwise.”

“I look forward to it.”

John turned back to face me. “There is just one thing I ask as you begin this task.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Write a good book.  Try to not embarrass me.”

“I’ll make you larger than life,” I replied, smiling.

Copyright 1997 by J J Dewey
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