Reaching out

Bay of Islands, just off Russell township

Things are feeling better today - closer to my usual sense of centeredness. I have had help from my support team on the subjective side of life and I am grateful for it.

As we move into December I realise it is important to hold that peaceful centre of light to the very best of my ability - not only for my own benefit but for everyone's best interests. It is the one constructive thing we can all do no matter how hectic our lives may be.

I wondered how many others are out there who, like me, are being thrown off course and distressed by life events. How can I reach out to help others, as I was lifted last night? 

Esotericism doesn't usually lie well with orthodox churches of any brand.  Even so, the vocabulary we have to describe divinity is limited and it is necessary to look past the religious terminology- see past the dogma- to appreciate the light of truths they hold in trust for humanity.

There is real power in this inspired Great Invocation, first translated for mankind in June 1945, which I share today. I pass it on now, in love and light, to you all. Please know you are never alone. 

The Great Invocation

From the point of Light within the Mind of God

Let light stream forth into the minds of men.

Let Light descend on Earth.

From the point of Love within the Heart of God

Let Love stream forth into the hearts of men.

May Christ return to Earth.

From the centre where the Will of God is known

Let purpose guide the little wills of men-

The purpose which the Masters know and serve.

From the centre which we call the race of men

Let the Plan of Love and Light work out

And may it seal the door where evil dwells.

Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.

Chapter 10 continues:

Philip glanced around as he took a chair at the kitchen table. He couldn’t believe the transformation. On his first visit to look at Bill's place the walls had been covered with scuffed and peeling teal green paint. All of that had been stripped away. The tongue and groove on the walls and all the cupboard doors were oiled and glowing with a light honey colour. The original door handles and fittings were burnished and the old window frames had been cut back, re-puttied and painted cream. There was now a clear view from the table out into the garden. It was text book restoration so far. 

He glanced up to see Bill watching his face eagerly. “I knew you would do this Billy. It’s very good.”

Bill leaned back against the bench. “I’m having a ball. It’s a long time since I did Domain Drive and I forgot how satisfying it all is. ” He gestured at the new shelving and wooden plate rack by the window and added “Hang on a second.”

Philip watched him disappear through the door to his right where the old scullery was. He came back carrying beer, cheese and a jar of pickled onions saying “Here we’ll start with this lot.” He moved around finding plates and some fresh foccaccio."By the way, thanks for sorting out my new tenants."

Philip took a sip of his beer and started to take off his tie before answering. He cleared his throat. “Bill we have to talk about that – well something related to that.”

Bill sat down and started to break up the bread and carve up some brie. “They were OK weren’t they? I mean I didn’t meet them personally but…”

“No I hear they were fine.”

“How do you mean you heard?”

“Well I’ve been pretty hectic. I’ve had an assistant minding the gallery for me. I might make it a permanent arrangement actually. It’s working pretty well.”

“Oh right. Well he thought they were decent?”

“She did, yes.” Philip helped himself to cheese and studied it carefully.

“Well that’s good.” Bill popped in a pickled onion and crunched it appreciatively. “So who’s the new lady assistant- anyone I know?”

Philip coughed. “Rhona” he said muffled by his cheese.

“What?” Bill hadn’t caught it and reached for some bread. Philip watched him without answering. Bill glanced up expecting a reply and paused. Philip sat lower in the chair and looked at the roof before saying too loudly “I said Rhona.” He looked back at Bill. “Rhona is my new assistant. She said they were fine, young but steady looking kids and sensible. OK?”

Bill was crunching onion in slow motion as he sat back in his chair and took up his beer.

“I didn’t know she was there. I would have found another way to do it if I had.”

Seeing the look on Philip’s face Bill exhaled slowly and stood up again, turning away to look out the kitchen window, holding his beer in one hand. After a while he said to the window “She would be fine about it anyway.”

Philip leaned his elbows on the table. “No Billy she was not fine. She was angry and upset but she hid it beautifully." Bill turned back to the table but stayed leaning against the bench. He shrugged. “So-I know now not to call in at the gallery and make it difficult. What’s the problem?”

Philip shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t think you were like that Bill.”

“Like what?”

There was no answer.

“Like what?” Bill’s face was set in a way that Philip knew from experience. He could see there was no chance he would let it drop.

“Sit down. I don’t want your weight behind the blow.”

Bill’s eyes softened “I’m not going to hit you, you’re my best mate.” He sat down and opened another beer and passed it across the table. “Say it.”

Philip sighed. “It looks from the outside like you used her. That’s what I mean. She’s a good person. You never did that to your women before, well not to my knowledge.”

Bill just stared at him. Finally he said huskily “You know nothing about it. Besides, she went back to her husband and that was that.”

Philip looked a question mark at him, which made Bill demand “What are you looking at me like that for?”

 “That might be what you hoped would happen, but it didn’t.”

Bill scraped his hair back behind his ears.  “Shit.” He got up again saying it was time to see the back porch.

They installed themselves on the back steps side by side and sat in silence a while until Bill said “OK. Start at the top. What happened when I left?”

“Ring and ask her yourself.”

Bill drew on his cigarette and exhaled slowly. They sat a little longer. Bill lit another cigarette. Finally he blurted out “How is she?”

“She’s magnificent. She’s different. Still Rhona but more, I don’t know, just more so.”

Bill stubbed out his cigarette. “Thanks.” He stood up and stretched. “Shall we go get Chinese? I need a walk.”