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We infuse the mind with wisdom to evaluate all people and beings accurately by shape, color, tone, and all other aspects of outward appearance.
The range of effectiveness of any person or being is clearly known through the laws of analogy.
"As above, so below."
The state of being, will, mind, emotions, and sensation is reflected in the details of appearance and energy vibration of all beings.
We inspire the use of analogy in all kingdoms and worlds.
so that Heaven manifests upon Earth in all of its perfection.
As this happens, the sons and daughters of Divine Being shine forth resplendent outwardly in ways that are analogous
to the splendor of their divine wills, thoughts, emotions , and sensations .
Their outward appearances manifest the splendor and majesty of Divine Virtues within.
that this is
Here is one of our stories:
Farishtas Beloved Cape
Once upon a time a dangerous battle was being fought and a lovely girl named Natasha had to escape that very night.
Her uncle and aunt were being held as prisoners by cruel captors.
If she stayed even a few more hours in their house she knew that she would loose her freedom and most likely her life.
She grabbed an old coat and scarf, stuffed a few things
and what little money she could find in a shoulder bag and walked out the door,
never to return to this beloved place of her childhood.
She had never been on her own before.
She had always been controlled and protected.
Now she had only God, the heavenly hosts and her own judgement to get her safely across the border.
Her greatest asset was also her greatest liability.
She was beautiful.
Her beauty was more than skin deep, she had always been deeply feeling and highly spiritual,
an incarnation of flowing Purity and Love.
Her blazing heart, her sensitivity, her kindness and her devotion to all that is noble had etched itself
in every nuance of her facial expressions and bodily movements.
As she became older, every man who had ever seen her had been rendered helpless and transfixed by her energy.
At first she felt utterly defenseless.
Who could she trust? She had no gun or fighting skills.
Confused and frightened people were running everywhere.
She prayed to the Angels of Golemi , the angels of analogy, to help her understand who she could trust and guide her.
They answered her prayer.
Within moments of praying, her head cleared.
It felt to her like cold clear streams of water washing away all feelings of confusion and fear.
A keen sharp penetrating awareness glowed with her and became stronger with each breath.
Her emotions were filled with the most deep and penetrating love and gratitude to God.
She took some deep breaths, feeling absolutely safe and excited,
glowing with an inner assurance that her aunt and uncle were safely in the heart of God,
and that somehow underneath it all were the everlasting arms.
An inner knowing came upon her, and in her mind's eye she saw visions of many lifetimes for everyone involved in this conflict.
She saw how the souls of everyone were gaining much wisdom from the events transpiring.
She saw that many many hearts that had been cold and judgmental for lifetimes were breaking
and learning to desire unconditional love and forgiveness over anything else.
Without the beauty of Divine Love, everything else would no longer hold much meaning for them now.
Without this love, all else would seem empty, and true happiness only an illusion.
Neither fame, nor power, nor material possessions would matter.
She knew that after this, deep down inside of their hearts,
only pure divine unconditional love, gratitude and forgiveness would hold appeal for them.
As the assurance of this insight sank in, she felt a deep peace and quiet joy,
a joy that she knew would seem illogical to anyone not understanding what she had been shown.
And there, amidst this horrible scene of confusion, danger, and misery, Natasha glowed with serenity and strength.
Then she realized with great excitement and relief that for the first time in her entire life, she was on her own!
Oh how she had always longed for complete freedom!
All of her life she had been restrained and secluded away by traditions and customs of her middle class society.
She had always had to answer to outer authority.
This was to be a truly miraculous time for her.
She pulled her plain scarf over her face, she did not want to draw attention to her beauty.
Hunching over like an old woman, she secured her bag over her back, her long plain everyday coat covering her completely,
giving her the appearance of being a hunchback.
She melted in with the crowd.
Angels protected her.
No one could see who she was.
She headed toward the train depot.
Soldiers were everywhere checking passengers.
They were tense and demanding.
She looked at their faces, their uniforms, their guns and movements,
with auras of cruelty, fanaticism, and revenge emanating.
She couldnt risk this.
They would not help her, they could only do harm.
They seemed to be on drugs.
They were not normal men at all.
Still filled with deep inner silence and peace, she ran away.
Inwardly she reveled in the protecting presence of the heavenly hosts as she telepathically heard beautiful clear voices
telling her which direction to take at every turn.
"Go left! Now duck between these buildings and take this alley!"
On and on she followed clear inner guidance, running swiftly.
She found herself that evening in the poorest slums on the outskirts of the most humble ghettos far away from the inner city.
She had always heard terrible stories of what went on out here.
Her inner guidance told her to not be afraid.
Here she would find sanctuary.
She wandered happily down poorly lit and crowded muddy streets lined by ragged tents and shacks.
Surrounded by her protecting angels and guides, she flowed with loving feelings of kinship for the people she saw.
She felt curiously at home here, there was something about these people that seemed familiar.
As she looked among them, she saw a strange nobility and kindness coming from them,
instead of the dark grim evil that she had always been told she would find.
With shock she realized that severe hardship and danger had forged a society here more human,
more honest and deeply spiritual than any she had ever seen in the middle classes.
The angels inwardly told her that the middle class had been more concerned with materiality and status
whereas these people had been faced with daily issues of life and death.
Concerned with pure survival, they had only succeeded by trusting God and helping each other.
Their beauty shone for all who had eyes to see.
She straightened up and walked among them in wonder.
Her scarf fell off her beautiful face.
She was a queen of divine love among peers.
Inner guidance had served her well.
She saw courage, faith, goodwill, and intelligence.
As people saw her, they seemed to have been expecting her.
Each eye contact brought nods of recognition, respect and familiarity.
A woman was cooking bread on a makeshift oven and approached her to offer something to eat.
The woman looked at her knowingly, and with gentle love sighed.
"Sit down my dear, I can see you just escaped from the city.
You are tired and we must quickly change the clothes that you are wearing.
They make you stand out from the rest of us.
Just in case any soldiers come here we must make sure that they cannot see you, and besides,
your clothes are not comfortable for you to sleep in.
You will need better protection from the rain.
An hour later, a well fed Natasha emerged from Farishtas humble tent looking like a nomad.
She wore an old but well-made long flowing cape that was warm, water resistant,
lined with deep hidden pockets and extremely comfortable to sleep in.
She looked closely at Farishta, "Farishta" she said, "How can I take this from you?
What will you use if I take this?
"Hush now," Farishta said shaking her head, "The only way any of us make it around here is through helping
and loving each other with deep gratitude for the privilege of doing so.
I feel in my heart that you must take this.
God will provide me with another."
I can not count the times when people I have never known have given me a helping hand. Farishta went on,
smiling a huge smile with a few missing teeth.
She winked, Besides, she said, We are sisters, you and I.
I feel it in my heart.
I love you as if I had known you all my life.
Natasha noticed Farishtas kind eyes, the deep wrinkles across her forehead, her callused hands.
Farishta looked old enough to be her mother, but in truth she was almost the same age.
Her life had been hard.
Natasha knew she was standing in the presence of a spiritual teacher.
She remained for a few weeks, learning from Farishta and meeting other survivors.
She spent evenings around warm fires listening to stories of miraculous interventions and survival.
Her heart grew and grew until it felt as if it would burst with all the love that she was feeling.
One night Natasha was smuggled across the border by a motley crew of her new friends.
They took her down to the waters edge and packed her among wooden crates on an old shipping barge
heading for a foreign port downriver.
She had plenty of food with her, and a large flask of water.
That night she was awakened by the plaintive mewing of a small kitten.
The poor little thing smelled the food that she had stashed away in one of the large pockets inside her cape.
She fed it, and together they enjoyed the long trip, hiding out successfully
in a space under the stacks of large wooden containers.
A few weeks later Natasha and Star found themselves in another world, standing in the bright sunlight of a foreign city.
She was amazed at how drastically their world had changed.
She realized that the authorities that she had been taught as a child to look up to and respect had turned out to be her true enemies,
and the poor and downtrodden that she had been taught to fear had turned out to be her true friends!
With the help from the Angels of Golemi, she and Star wandered safely for a long time,
judging each person accurately, finding friends and staying out of danger.
Star made his home deep inside her cape, in a special pocket.
His slight weight balanced the pocket on the other side that contained their food and supplies.
She became an important link in an underground network that smuggled children, refugees, and animals to safety.
One day, as peace returned to the region, a strange man appeared before Natasha and Star.
Blazing love flamed from his heart, and this beautiful flowing love penetrated all darkness like the sun.
"Natasha," he said, "I am aware of you .
I have watched over you for many lifetimes.
I come to invite you to a secret place, a high mountain retreat far away,
where you can study with the masters for a while.
With the love, knowledge and illumination that you receive,
when you return to the highways and the byways of the world, you can be of greater service to others.
You will be an even greater healer and you will also be in a position to teach others
who are ready of The Ancient Wisdom of Unconditional Love of Divine Omnipresent Being ."
He held out his hand.
Looking closely at him, Natasha saw his deep purple shirt with a gold crest, clearly the sign of divinity.
She sensed immortality, and saw the beauty of enlightenment play across his features.
She trusted him.
He was speaking the truth.
Taking his hand, she looked him deep in the eye.
She felt home.
She experienced the mystery of the omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient state of being that makes all places holy.
Then she gathered Farishtas beloved cape about her and they both disappeared out of sight.
For years stories were reverently told around campfires and hearths of a strange and lovely lady
with a cat
who appeared when people prayed for help.
Children listened breathlessly to tale after tale of people and animals that were rescued
when all thought of hope had left.
Wanderers from lonely and forgotten places would arrive and relate wondrous accounts
of how they were not only saved and healed,
but how they were taught the most marvelous truths about Gods love.
They learned about amazing powers of Divine redemption and truth from a beautiful lady named Natasha.
G The virtue of divine peace and blessing
umlaut O, eu, and O and the ability to see through the eyes of love divine and have impeccable judgement
L brings perfect vitality, beauty, and harmony.
E The presence of God in all beings allows the miracle of materialization and dematerialization,
clairaudience, and the ability to transfer consciousness.
M With the power of great emotional feeling
I the laws of cause and effect are mastered on the material plane.
The names and meaning of angel groups come from Quaballah,
which is a very ancient set of teachings which together form a common precursor, or root, of three of the world's religions:
Judaism, Islam, and Christianity.
Each degree of the zodiac is ruled by a high being of the heavenly host in the zone girdling the earth, and the angels who work with him or her.
The being and the angels share the same name. This name is a key to their powers and influence.
* Names, phrases, or sections in the angel messages are quoted or paraphrased from the books of Franz Bardon.
Information of the heavenly hosts of the zone girdling the earth is referenced from THE PRACTICE OF MAGICAL EVOCATION, ISBN 3-921338-02-6,
and Information of the divine virtues and the letters are referenced from THE KEY TO THE TRUE QUABALLAH, ISBN 3-921338-12-4].
Publisher is Dieter Rüggeberg, Wuppertal/W.
These books have very important information for these studies.
The book " Initiation into Hermetics" ISBN 3-921338-01-8, is a preparatory book for the others.
Franz Bardon's last autobiographical book, "Frabato the Magician",
gives historical background and was compiled by his German publisher from notes written by Franz Bardon.
This book is most important for understanding present day political issues.
"Believe nothing merely because you have been told it.
Do not believe what your teacher tells you
merely out of respect for the teacher.
But whatever, after due examination and analysis,
you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit,
the welfare of all beings - that doctrine believe and cling to,
and take it as your guide." ~Buddha
If you have these, it may be helpful to read Frabato the Magician first,
with appendixes, and then read appendixes from the other three for background.
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The Law of One is the original law of Creation, and is the supreme Law over all laws in all dimensions.
THE LAW OF ONE
We are all one.
When one is harmed, all are harmed.
When one is helped, all are helped.
Therefore, in the name of who I AM that I AM,
one with all;
I ask that ONLY THE HIGHEST GOOD OF ALL CONCERNED happen.
I give thanks that this is done.
SO BE IT!