THE WAYS in which the enemy maketh
mischief are perplexing unto you; he skulketh in shadow, he singeth on the highroad,
he maketh a loud noise and beseecheth that all men hear it; he is subtle, he is
coy; his right hand knoweth not what his left hand performeth; he upbraideth
the humble; he deceiveth the Elect.
2 Are not these things known unto
those who have wisdom? was it given them for pranking?
3 I tell you I watch closely the
cohorts of the thieving ones, I know their malefactions, I discern their
transgressions.
4 Yet do I say unto myself: Such
errors are of moment, they enlighten the circumspect, they give arm to the
valorous, they open the still, small way to those who would flee them.
5 I tell you again as I have told
you before: I am Patience Incarnate. But I let not harm descend upon those who
delve nobly that the Kingdom may come in.
6 Be of good cheer, my beloved; the
woes are of moment, yet wherein have they harmed you? hath the pestilence not stalked
close to you and yet hath it felled you? I say, Deliverance is at hand!
7 Behold ye have ministers who
minister unto you; they have served you with protection; they have cast their
blankets over you.
8 Hath scandal afflicted you? hath
the sharp tongue annoyed you? hath the lecherous word assailed you? hath the
multitude rebuked you in that tumult was your pedagogue?
9 I have seen the fell act, I have
heard the foul word, yet I have not suffered the viper of infamy to wound your
heels fatally.
10 I have watched the happenings, I
have frowned my displeasures, I have come and gone among the sainted ones and
said: Take joy as a mantle, for verily it fitteth you; take Hope as your staff,
for verily it goadeth you.
11 Do ye slumber? . . . sleep
peacefully! Do ye prank? . . . do it gracefully! Have ye a humor to be about
the Father's business? . . . trust not the helper found in the highroad but seek
out the brother who is one with you in spirit, who hath shown the bright
mettle, whose cheek hath not blanched when the arrow flashed close to it.
12 I tell you that we be three in
spirit, . . . .the flesh maketh weakness but the heart maketh music.
13 There is more than a village
against you, beloved. There are nations to be won ere the Golden Time cometh
in.
14 Have I not protected you in a
little day, beloved? . . . think ye I desert you when the nations move in
earthquake?
15 Be of better courage! The
soldier hath his fortune.
16 Many soldiers make mighty
cohorts, many cohorts make an army; yet hath the army only the heart of him who
fighteth singly. Recall that I have said it.
17 Behold it hath come to me that
the world hath tried you; is it not meet that it should rend you also? how come
ye of strength unless there be anvils for your hammers, that your blows shall
ring lustily?
18 Heed mine admonitions.
19 I say unto your graciousness, Ye
are ministering Spirits; blessed be your succors; blessed be your counsels unto
those who hunger after them.
20 Do ye rest in earthly nights?
hath the Father not sent the darkness for a balsam? . . . the morrow, I tell
you, bringeth strength to endure.
21 When I asked strength of my
Father, did He not send it? did I not receive it? was it not abundant? whenever
did He fail me?
22 When ye asked strength of me,
did I not send it also? didst ye not receive it? was it not plenteous? have I
passed you in bestowing it?
23 Have a calmer assurance. I am
Strength, I am Shield, I am Weapon, I am Amulet; I shall encompass your
weakness with my beauty.
24 Fear openeth the heart; in
stalketh cowardice. Doubt rendeth the window; in flieth panic. I tell you that
ye do have no defense against tumult when fear bringeth cowardice into the mansion
of your Spirit. Open not your hearts to doubtings. I say they defile you, they
give you a tallow.
25 Doth fear make you craven? . . .
there is naught to do but wait. The anchor of righteousness falleth deep
in depths of doubtings, it secureth the craft so that storms do not wreck it, even
those storms of Mammon's wiles against you.
26 Be advised, my beloved! . . . I
have said that I am with you.
27 There are moments and episodes
when harm indeed approacheth; there are mad times and seasons when menace is
imminent.
28 I am fully aware! For
this am I shepherd. For this am I captain of the craft of your destinies.
29 I do know mine own and the
struggles of their souls; I do know the wolves by name and whereof they would
rend you. I rebuke the mad tempest and it whimpereth at mine excellence.
30 Abide ye in me and fear not that
I shall fail you!
31 There are needless alarms, when
the Mind becometh bedlam; my voice in your hearts is as rain on many oceans, yea,
the sweet shower that troubleth not the billows;
32 And yet I remind you. . . the
billows are but many showers fallen in abundance, fallen in rejoicing that the
clouds do their function.
33 There is naught that can harm
you! . . . see me in the tempests and behold it giveth succor.
34 I say unto each of you. . .
there is too much business of a vast importance for harm of petty nature to
inflict its spiteful mischief on you. . . .
35 We are brethren for a purpose;
there are worlds in the making; I say lives untold shall exist and perish on
them;
36 We go upward through the cycles,
we do mount world on world, behold the day cometh when we reach the Father's mansion.
37 We are brethren, I say, for the
Program Eternal.
38 There are glories undefined;
there are joys that are not numbered; there are pleasures and delights; there
are privileges and dignities.
39 Hear ye my speech: My love
worketh on you and ever ye come unto them; my heart is a balsam, it ennobleth
to all dignities;
40 Suffer mine image to be ever in
your thoughts; keep ever constant your regard for my Spirit.
41 I will rescue your timidities
from their watery graves of heresies, if ye but keep steadfast your ideals of
my constancy.
42 Millions toil against us.
Millions more toil for us. We seek only victories which Love hath opened
unto us; those who toil against us seek their victories by a wastage, their
hate hath a looseness, it breaketh, it scattereth.
43 Hate ever destroyeth, Love
buildeth up; hate maketh the heart and the bowels to sicken, Love lifteth the
trumpet and the Mind singeth anthems.
44 Hate belongeth to mortal coil;
Love is the gold on the robe of the Infinite.
45 Behold, ideals sweeten you. . .
. . Whence come they, my beloved? . . . are they come of a worldiness husbanded
by lust? . . . think ye they seize you of whim or of fancy?
46 I tell you the Divine Idealism
cometh from the Father. Rest in it, and on it, yea verily rest under
it, and let it seek out the chambers of your loveliness, let it fill them
to surfeit, let them hold it as an incense.
47 Verily if ye do think the
things that ye wouldst be, so shall the miracle work, and ye become them.
48 Fear not error that is goodly;
fear only error that maketh for destruction; fear only error that draweth from
the Father, that maketh Him beastly, that casteth Him down as a man that would
spit.
49 Know that the error which
approacheth from the Father cometh out of parenthood that the child should be
noble. Can such truly be error?
50 The Father hath need of you,
beloved, even as of old! I have need of you, beloved, even as of old!
The world hath need of us, beloved, even as of old!
51 Think ye the Father sendeth Evil
to rend you? . . . behold what cometh unto you is sent of His purpose. Rejoice
and be exceeding glad, for great is your strength to cause mountains to
tremble, yea in those days when His purpose hath been served in you.
52 Lift up your hearts to see me in
the stars. Lift up your faces to see me in the sun. Lift up your eyes to see me
in your brother. I say, crush me not in the flower by the wayside,
53 For I am the Mystery that maketh
Nature wondrous. . . .
54 Again I say unto all of you,
Cast your nets even as ye didst cast them at my bidding in the Long Ago. . . .
I tell you they shall rise loaded to breaking with fishes not of earth! . . .
Excerpt, The Golden Scripts
Adonai
Michael of Nebadon
Michael of Nebadon
