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A Group Soul’s Aspiration

Persist, seize the moment, be not afraid to hear the Wind Blow.

Awaken, awaken to the triumph Silence in the Night.

Soundlessly It whispers knowing your Destiny.

Scared is the soul not believing in the One to Become.

Unnerved, it embraces its dying worlds.

Destroying all as untrue and a chaotic maze.

Blessed it is and sacred to Be.

Unrobed, and empty, and Beautified.

It stands before the immortal Ones.

Bathing in the golden Light of Wisdom and Love.

Received by all and dawned in His Holy Robe.

The gathering ascends with the Christ Soul throughout all Eternity.

 

Composed by HZ. An Impression received in Meditation.

The Way of the Human Soul in the Three Worlds

Nature of the One Soul – Some Thoughts
A Group Soul’s Aspiration
Some Thoughts on the Self
Ten Esoteric Cycles/Stages – Part VI (The Seven Laws of the Soul)
Soul Centered Relationships (Guidance for a Friend)
Systemic Soul Speaking to Planetary Soul through Humanity
Solar Angel
Group Subjective Guidance (G14)
The Son of Mind’s Quest

Magical Nature of the Soul Workshop –Including Psycho-Synthesis Guided Meditation Exercises

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An Aspirant’s Viewpoint

Blessed, understood, accepted and standing in grace and compassion.

Each holding of their personality and soul in their hands.

Protecting, nurturing, and healing of their hearts.

Admonishing all to stand in good grace.

Arms stretched upon the cross.

Addressed as server, bathing each in light and love.

Robed in heaven with sacred dress.

Each stand correct with cold blue light envisioned and radiated.

Into the distance future each continues to stand and know.

Sheltered  by destiny we vision the Vision.

Upon our heart the One Love sounds emptying all.

We carve a cross.

 

Composed by HZ. An Impression received in Meditation.

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A Viewpoint on Humanity

Destiny, danger, human malice historically cords humanity.

Afraid, the people lonely and malcontent.

Forever tortured through love masked as fear by those in power.

Lives wasted and thrown away to veil humanity’s torment.

Justice seeks the cause of injustice, ignorance, or enlightenment; it knows not the difference.

Wars, gatherings, hide immortality from each other.

We, in protection, gather together yet realize not our unknown fate.

Irony protects virtue by desensitizing the ignorance.

Humanity visions, and its visions destroyed over and over.

The pulpits fashioned after the death of Jesus Christ.

The story told unending re-murdering again and again His life.

His followers losing their ways and a few finding the Way.

 

Brotherhood

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A Heart’s Embrace From the Soul to its Reflection

Appeased am I by your side.

Your heart with mine a riddle.

My song sung for us of together.

Your love you fathom not.

Breathless our bodies are.

Impeached through your restlessness.

Bathing in golden light are you.

But dancing in its reflection of the world.

Seeking not the destiny God proffers you.

Stormed, again and again, the Wind calling you.

Barely arisen and yet frightful of your height.

Calling you and calling you again and again.

Masterful you have become.

Looking upon the desert afar I wait.

 

 

Awakened by a rustle and a start.

Upon our lips are praises of another day.

Seeing together our task being whispered for us.

Standing side by side holding hands, we walk.

Lives and hearts aflame.

Bowing down in joy before the Presence.

But with uplifted arms.

Time passes as we pass before each other.         

We look not back nor side to side but straight ahead.

Door ajar we gather those who follow behind.

Trespassing before the world we enter into the Holy Place.

Its secrets we sacredly share.

Ancient our appearance to others.

Beguiled by most we sense the inevitable perfection they hold.

Our bodies withered and tired.

We lastly embrace.

 

 

Crested on a mountain summit.

The wind massaging our bodies.

A hawk shrieks through the Sky.

The stars glisten in the night.

Our alert feelings aflame in the tensified air.

The worlds magically disappears.

In the dark unknown we journey, protected.

All around us is moment.

Opening our senses, all is touched.

Everywhere the unknown takes us is gifted by Him that leads us.

Awakened we are in His Vision.

A gift we have become to all

 

Composed by HZ. A Soul  Impacted Impression received in Meditation.

Spirits Moving deeper into the Unknown Heart

A Heart’s Embrace From the Soul to its Reflection

Composition of the Heart (An Evaluation Format to Evaluate the Nature Of & Ability To Love) Revised

A Vow of the Heart

Silence of the Heart & Some Probationary Discipleship Guidance

Seek the One Heart of All

The Unfolding Heart of the One Life in Humanity – An Exercise towards Group Consciousness

The Masters & The Presence – Some Adjunct Teachings

The Solar Logos – Nature and Plan – Some Adjunct Information

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Cosmic Etheric Plane & The Real Story of Life Begins

The real story of life only begins to get played out once cosmic etheric world is entered.  This real story begins when the line is crossed, and the impossibility of return begins.  In this world, this world of pure joy, shoulder to shoulder are lives but none you can see unless looking for them.

In this world are those of such great statue that the inner eye is blinded by their Beauty.

In this world are those of such great Wisdom that the mind cannot reflect its meaning no matter if enlightened or not.

In this world are those of such great Love, that to touch them just once with your consciousness entrenches you in their destiny for long periods of time.

In this world are those of such great Power, that to enter their aura will cause your destruction.

In this world are those with such great Treasures, their vastness will imprison you by their very nature.

In this world are songs and dances but none you would recognize them for they are songs and dances that never end and have no beginning.

In this world are also sorrows but not those sorrows of human past, the sorrows in this world are those are those of great lives falling spiraling down from great heights of achievement only to start again at another time.

In this world are those that contain great amounts of dimensional space of every description, these are the ones you need be warry of as your existence and their existence is one and the same but you are in their world and not vice-versa—you must follow their laws if you can recognize them.

In this world are unusual statues made from consciousness itself that come and go like sand in a windstorm for once was, is no more.

In this world towers are so high; the eye cannot contain them, nor the touch feel them.

In this world we stand, one and all, to the Voice that bellows from afar and rejoice in such standing.

In this world are found those of long ancient past hard at work upon God’s Plan.

In this world are found the many and the few where each group is arranged for goodness’ sake and yet rearranged again for goodness’ sake.

All in All in this world of Being stands One.

 

Composed by HZ. Received as a Soul impacted Impression in Meditation.

The Universe as we See It – Buddhic Devas
Sanat Kumara and His Cosmic Grouping – A Devic Story:
A Journey Provided by Buddhic Devas

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The Connection to the One Who waits upon the Shore of Infinite Love

What is the cause of your suffering now,

but a gleaming of memory past, present, and future.

 

Be not aware of the heart unsung,

for it is the tune of us all as we attempt to retrieve the Purpose of your destinies.

 

Be not attuned to the night of time,

but the Glory of the One which journeyed through the night of time.

 

Be not afraid of the Victories of the Lord upon your mist,

but parade through the streets of the Inner Temple as though it is your essential nature.

 

Be not content in the arms of space that gives rise to the bosom of fate,

but flee from the anguish of life immoral in a moments flash.

 

Composed by HZ. An impression received in meditation.

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The Long-Forgotten Son

The dust hour has arrived.  We find ourselves standing on a hillside overlooking the vast valley of lilies growing in the sun’s nurturing care.

We come upon a cross appearing to be growing out of the hillside. From the cross we see three things:  a man, bent over backwards, looking behind himself; secondly, another man in front of him, looking from side to side; and thirdly, yet a third man, standing on the top of the cross looking up towards heaven.

First Image:

Our hour has come, to give recompense to our souls, for the time spent in lost motion waiting to be saved by life, thus being in non action twiddling our thumbs.  For each of us, there are several things we must do now in our lives.

Second Image:

The evermore, the ever-present; victims of wrath of the Lord; search each of you in your hearts for this particular marking, the marking we would like to give you now.  It is a marking depicting – No Retreat, neither rest nor peace before the hour be with us, of completing the Lord’s task accepted by each of you.  For such is the way, the truth, and the light that ever shineth out of the East glorifying the North, reorganizing the South, and setting in the West upon another day.

May peace give comfort unto you, all travelers unto the One heart.  For the Lord journeys with you each step along the way and yet will carry you if you become tired; for his burden is your burden, and his life is your life.  Such is the mark upon your heart set in stone, yet none can see its fiery nature and warrior’s heart of gold that encompasses the way.  And yet for all that do not see, yet to them you are a guiding light shining upon the darkness of their hearts and thus you are known by all;

We retreat now into the dark and dreary past to dredge the waters and salvage all.  We must yet forget to remember those we have left behind for each of us forever waits upon the vast eternal shoreline until all be with us to make the journey together.  This we must do, not for our sake, nor for the sake of those who come after us, or who have gone before us, but for his sake who has called us to this place of infinite vastness where his and our journey must first begin.

Third Image:

There are those winds of time that overturn all previous winds and such to these we are witness and to these we are victim until our eyes are upon the North Wind arriving in Its might as well as arriving in Its time.

Upon the vast shore of perfect seas arises the Perfect One and to His shore we follow upon the ocean of Bliss as it disappears before our Eyes now upon the Cosmic Cross.

Upon The receding Waters of cosmic existence, we take our stand.

Our Hearts and Arms outstretched, least any are left behind, to Guard them to yonder Life.

 

All impressions posted herein, denoted and summarized were soul impacted from subjective sources and were than were mentally registered, organized, recorded, and brain conceptualized, and given contextual composition language. All interpretations of the impression sources herein are the responsibility of the recorder – H.Z.

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The Universe as we See It – Buddhic Devas

The universe as we see it shining from afar stretches through the vast heavens beyond even the comprehension of the inner eye, the occult eye.  It stretches to the edge of the universe of 7-galaxies but beyond which we cannot go.

The universe as we see it is a vast jar of unequal sides each a proportion of each other. In this jar are countless worlds each created for the other. Also, in this jar rests the hope of the One to transfigure this jar into a diamond.

The universe as we see it is isolated from afar by boundless space of no recognizable dimension. In this vast space lives no perceivable lives nor harbors no evil only blackness. In this vast space nothing is perceived at all.  In this vast space, void of color, geometry, and vibration no devic life is found.

The universe as we see it turns round and round, wheel within wheel, one upon the other, vast indeed are these wheels within wheels—vast indeed. All of these within a greater wheel to the edge of the galaxy it goes yet others come after.

The universe as we see it composed of Sound from afar each Sound a story yet untold, each story a playground yet to unfold, each playground, a world to unfold. The many sounds we hear, coming from afar tell a story of desire dear.

The universe as we see it races from afar but stills as it approaches until the hour is near. Once the hour is near, the world vanishes back into the afar.

The world as we see it is yet dimmed by the light, its blackness not yet upon us yet we fear until the blackness arrives.  For us the blackness is the Silent Sound that rests us back into the bosom of That, which sent us forth to create the Light.

The universe as we see it unadmired by All, yet imperfect, not yet perceived by God; for god to perceive it means it is adequate to be embodied—we do not perceive what is not ours.

The universe as we see it is not the twilight stars but a vast ocean of color bands circling the universe, colors so vivid and deep to be incomprehensible.  The colors spread out in all directions, each separate and distinct.  The shades are endless and the tones infinite.  Each according to some formula unknown by all.

Our universe as we see it glitters not in a night sky adorned with starlight, we see this not.  Our world glitters of gold upon a golden backdrop sky immersed in indigo.

Our world as we see it is fathomed with the breath of god encased by webs of consciousness.

Our world as we see it knows no hunger, pain, or despair for these are impossibilities for none there are to have them.

Our world as we see it, beautiful as it is, rings only of bounty-less truth, a truth instilled in substance itself.

Our world as we see it, pitiful compared to others we have visited, will when that day arrives compared to all the rest as no boundaries will separate us.

Our world as we see it, prone yet to joyful despair will one day arise above all of the others in blessings dear.

 

Composed by H.Z.: A Soul Impacted Impression received in Meditation.

Cosmic Etheric Plane & The Real Story of Life Begins
Sanat Kumara and His Cosmic Grouping – A Devic Story:
A Journey Provided by Buddhic Devas

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The Nature of our Beliefs as Aspirants to the Mysteries

An Aspirant’s Beliefs:

You see yourself as somebody willing to believe in yourself enough to see that this is your world, and you are responsible for it.

You believe that the idea that each of us is responsible as souls but yet, as personalities, are still imprisoned by form.

You believe in the idea that we can register those actions needed by us to advance us upon our spiritual path.

You believe these actions are many and varied but never-the-less are inevitable and we realize that without the needed sacrifices of our time we may never advance.

Your belief that the importance of your life is subject to the perspectives you hold, the beliefs you cherish, and the freedom of choice you experience.

You believe that the idea of registering your soul’s plan may achieve for you a growing sense of accomplishment and participation in the world plan.

You believe that the idea of securing through one’s own individualized Will a working demonstration of new age values and it is in this expressed capacity you will be ready to travel your purposeful path.

You believe that the idea of needing knowledge that the soul possesses, and, in this way, you can travel with assurance.

You believe that the idea of respecting all those souls who have traveled a little further upon the way and thus to take advantage of their experiences and thus seek out their truth allowing their/your heart to guide you and yet not be afraid of being misunderstood.

You believe that we have the right to all knowledge needed to carry forth the Plan into the world.

You believe that, as members of the One Life, this Life pervades all forms and from this perspective rejoice in the knowledge that your Will be done.

 

Composed by H.Z.: A Soul Impacted Impression received in Meditation.

 

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One Near the Master (Old Flowing Beard)

I am one of your 22 comrades in arms fructified by Life. I have come to deliver to you the message that the Lord of the World is accepting of your mission and stimulates all towards the One Reward of substance salvaged in the heat of battle.

I am weary of the many years spent in isolation upon this earth daring to be great with little outer reaches/realms but my life is full of causes celebrated upon the inner reaches/realms. Go forth young son of god and be at peace in the battle of the ages.  The Glory of the One awaits us all. The triumph of inner battle fought and won/One is cherished by each with mental understanding. The Glory of the Lord is Great.

Out of the reaches of time and space come another freed by the bonds of the Lord over His flock. Beseeched by the many voices at our command we wander down the long Hall of Righteousness unrewarded but the many seekers reformed by our truth that touches them.  Unscathed are we by the thorns of life but buried within the Beauty of the One.

I am the one alone and unadvisable as to the inner council’s teachings for I am relevant only to the pure of heart untouched by mantels short or tall.  Redeemed am I in the solitude of time nearer to those in council than any other.  I have bequeathed you to inherent your mantel of king among kings and thread this path of bliss for us all.  You have demonstrated courage to those that love you and to those who do not, you do not exist. If this is to change you must wear upon your head the crown we have given you.  Take up the staff of the enlighten One and tread those pathways back to the Lord for all to see.  You have been weaken by the years but made young in heart and to this light must shine to others.  We welcome you as an agent of the Lord deemed righteous by His values you hold dear to Him. Go now in Peace my Brother into the World of Thorns and pluck the Rose of Life – Brother of Everlasting Beauty.

Out of the Blue Nest of the One Dragon of Wisdom I have risen to the Crest of His Being.

From out of the fiery mouth I have shone to the world the meaning of consequences.

I behold the Dragon’s Crest even now as I speak to you from afar.

Starlight mornings gone afar back in time – I alone ride the Dragon.

I alone sing the song of ages past wishing upon a star.

I alone abandon the riches of the universe to find myself again in my light the riches of Self.

I alone mighty and unafraid have bridged the gap between two worlds.

Seeker of Truth of mighty Beings too enormous to tell their beginning nor ending.

I alone sought to ride upon the Dragon Crest to reach the boundary of the infinite Shore.

I alone am seeker of the Breath – wide for the many.

I alone unaided by naught except the One Dragon under my feet.

I alone have found solace within the Sun shone hollow accepting my passage to its source.

I alone am keeper of the values besmirched by all unless risen for the challenge for righteous sake.

I alone, I alone, I alone – will you join with me?

The path is shored upon our weary feet enjoyed/enjoined by the many wanderings together before the Face of the Lord.  Our hearts are enjoined by the restless moments of bliss upon His Face.  Yet our hopes are to hold his hand in triumph of the many voices buried/bend in the One Voice.  Our hearts, yours and mine, are rattled by the disgust we see around us yet unmoved in sorrow or pain but hope springs from us louder as the years roll by. We have gathered the flowers as we passed along the roadside each ignoring the other as the flower captured us all.  Someday the bewilderment will end and the flower will be graced by our Presence.  Unto the likening of the Lord must this flower be; unto His Face will it shine unto His love we will be captured.

He is liken a rose – petal by petal it stems up into the unknown capturing the essence in its sacred  embrace for now among the many and flower forth as the Lord to capture the essence of your union with the unknown. Go now among the many and learn the ways of god are many.  Go seek thee the fortunes of essential Beingness.

All impressions posted herein, denoted and summarized were soul impacted from subjective sources and were than were mentally registered, organized, recorded, and brain conceptualized, and given contextual composition language. All interpretations of the impression sources herein are the responsibility of the recorder/composer – H.Z.

 

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Systemic Hierarchies & Hierarchical Enclaves – Some Adjunct Information

Esoteric Cosmology – Cosmic Antahkarana
The Plan & Sanat Kumara
The Circle of Creation
The World Turns Again and Again
The Journey Home Yet Again
Call from Venus
Following the Cosmic Sound

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