I am a cosmic Mother, and my infinite compassion in the holy name of God enfolds the world this night as it did that night so long ago when the glorious child laid within my arms was yet the fulfillment of a promise, the fulfillment which had not yet come to fruition but which was destined to make its mark upon the annals of eternity, to chronicle for all mankind the beauty and the perfection of the eternal spheres of happiness and God’s love.
The aura of the Christ which surrounded my Son is the aura of the Cosmic Christ of everyone, for in no way was his life unique in the sense that it was separate and apart from that of every other lifestream whom God hath created. The only Begotten of the Father, my beloved ones, is the Cosmic Christ, the light of every man who comes into the world.
Therefore as I come to you in this hemisphere area this starry night of beauty and loveliness I come carrying in my heart the memory of the eternal songs which the angelic hosts sang together that night in a magnificent oration of light to the sons of light, the sons of the morning, the sons of the dawn and the glory of the spheres of ever-living perfection. Tonight as I am speaking to you this light of the Christ has not bedimmed itself in any way but it shines evermore toward that eternal perfection. The open heart’s door beckoneth this Cosmic Christ light within to the portals of each lifestream, and therefore the enfolding of each one in the swaddling garments of their great cosmic be-ness is dependent upon their acceptance of the momentum of Life’s perfection which can never be requalified by the human. This is a mantle of God-design, the perfection of those spheres of love which are existing and shall be forever….
I was thankful that in him and around him was the light of perfection and that those people who sat in darkness might see this great light, that the perfection of the Christ might be made known, that the historical dream might come to have a personal and real meaning to the hearts of mankind….And thus in each fresh reembodiment a soul is once again clothed with the rite and ritual of a mother’s love--and so the great all-enfolding, all-surging glory of the Eternal Mother comes into manifestation, and the light and life and love are expanded without limit….
Can then anyone place a blot or a mark against that perfect soul? I think not. All blots and all marks, beloved ones, are placed there by mankind and by their criticism, their condemnation and their wrong judgment….And therefore in the perfection of a Mother’s hope there is this cosmic desire to see the son of God manifest within the heart of every being brought into existence, whether that birth be a physical birth or a spiritual rebirth or a regeneration of the power of light and the power of love and the power of the sacred fire….
The Nativity is repeated oft, the scene wherein I envision the same aurora of the dawn wrapped around the enfolded head and encircling that glorious sphere intended to be a sphere dominated by love and love-thoughts. And I see and envision in each tiny lifestream the glory of the risen one, the glory of the ascended one, the perfection of the immortal intelligence of God come to maturity of expression in each lifestream. This is the intended perfection, this is the glory of life: no domination by lesser qualities, no submission to the fiats of mere mortals but a recognition of that cosmic Intelligence, that Discrimination, that Beauty, that Perfection which is God. In this, O my beloved ones, is your hope and mine. It is the hope of the world, it is the hope of Life in its eternal longing for itself.
Come then in your hearts, kneel at the manger of Perfection. Express the qualities of adoration to the God within yourself as the Magi of old. Know that in the magnifying of your cosmic virtue you are expanding cosmic virtue within all mankind….As I take my leave of you now I wrap around this place a robe of Cosmic Christ purity, a robe woven by the angels from eternal substance and made of light, woven of the love from the flame that burns on the altar of God’s own heart in the heart of the Great Central Sun. As I wrap this substance around you I pray that it expand throughout the Earth and bring comfort to everyone, I pray that in every heart that beats with the power of Almighty God--in whom manifests a tiny expression, a threefold flame of Life’s immortality--there shall blaze forth now an added pulsation, a rising beat of hope.
This men hear though from afar; and yet they hear the echoes that come from our shore and our octave and they know that there beats within them a call to light, to love, to purity, to perfection, to a divine strategy that will free them from all the wiles of iniquity and bring the perfect divine balance into manifestation. This the angelic hosts use by the power of light for the preoccupation of all good to all mankind in every hour, of every moment, until in the dawn of the cosmic light the portal of eternity shall enfold every lifestream at birth and all shall know their own God Presence, from the least to the greatest. Thus shall the Cosmic Mother rejoice….May the Christ Spirit of light and purity bless you this night and may the Earth know that I am praying for the world, for the perfection of men’s hearts, for the establishment of their love in the Spirit of divine liberty and for the liberation of all who are bound that the captives may go free. I thank you in the name of the ascended Jesus Christ and I bless you with his blazing light….
Goodnight, God be with you ever.Archeia Mary: 12-16-1961 at Long Island, New York