13 degrees Gemini The Angels of Diplomacy Also known as The Angels of Paschy Beloved, We teach how to become a successful diplomat unveiling secrets which are only known by a few diplomats. In difficult diplomatic matters we inspire the seeker of these methods to achieve full success. An accomplished diplomat excels in tact and grace and longs for divine perfection to manifest on Earth. Remember that the thirst for spiritual perfection is an indwelling instinct of Divine Consciousness in all Beings. This thirst is the virtue represented by the letter P of our name. As diplomats control Will and Emotion through mastering polarity with all encompassing Unconditional Love, [as learned from the previous degree of Gemini,] they inspire others with clarity and perfect purity of emotion. Emotions are compressed information that determine which manifestations occur next in the material plane of the five senses, logic, and memory. The desire for spiritual perfection leads to Enlightenment and Wisdom, which reveals the original purity of all ideas in Divine Mind, and awakens mystical faculties such as clairvoyance and clairaudience, and artistic talents and eloquence. Wisdom and enlightenment is the divine virtue of the letter A of our name. As you know, INTENT that is in harmony with The Unified Field, the Web of Life, desires only the highest good of all concerned. The INTENT or WILL of an individual aligned with DIVINE OMNIPOTENT WILL gives access to unlimited all-penetrating- POWER. All-penetrating-Power, or Will, is the divine virtue represented by the letter S of our name. This desire for the highest good of all opens the door to clarity and perfect purity of flowing divine emotions. These pure divine emotions remove obscurity. This is the letter Ch of our name. This is combined with high intuition concerning the rhythms and cycles of life and harmony-legality, the letter Y, on the path of diplomacy. Regardless of the immensity of problems, we inspire eventual success in all diplomatic endeavors.
Here is one of our stories: THE BUTTERFLY Once upon a time there was a powerful aristocrat named Javid who had a deep longing for spiritual perfection to manifest on Earth. He had always asked Divine Providence to let him be of service in this regard. One evening he was standing in the beautiful foyer of The Grand Palace, owned by a powerful Ambassador of his country. He was so glad to be out of the chill of the dark and gloomy night. Because horrible rumors of war had been circulating for weeks, inner guidance had told him to come to The Palace this night and do what he could to avert a meltdown of diplomatic relations. Then suddenly his body jerked as loud sounds of confusion and anger erupted from the worried murmuring of the crowd in the next room. Horrible emotions were swirling around everyone. It was getting worse by the moment. As he entered the room and surveyed all of the powerful elite gathered here on this fateful night, he saw that there was no one who would stop the avalanche of revenge and resentment that was rapidly escalating. If it were to be done by anyone in any way, shape, or form he realized it was up to him, alone, to avert a war that was in the making. Foreboding was building. Stress ramped up to a fever pitch. The total focus of everyones conversation was the coming strife and inevitable destruction. He turned and faced the glittering reception hall. None of the others had any ideas to solve the problems facing them. They were all caught up in burning passions of patriotism, hatred, and pay-back. He closed his eyes and prayed to the Angels of Paschy for inspiration. "Angels of Paschy," he invoked fervently, "You must pull off a miracle, many miracles, to heal these wounds and protect the hearts and souls of the people and the land." History had been cruel in this part of the world. Too many people had already died. Too many promises had been made and broken. Something had to be done. The powerful Ambassador suddenly appeared mysteriously at his side. With sly eyes he whispered darkly, "Javid, my dear friend, I hear that the General is preparing a new line of defense." Javid turned and looked him directly in the eye. He knew through Divine Intuition that the Ambassador held the key to the whole situation. Going deeply within, he connected with the Ambassador's divine inner self, his immortal spirit and soul, the core of omnipresent divine will inside of this man. With perfect clarity he felt the divine light hidden beneath the darkness of this mans consciousness. Surrendering to the omniscient presence of Divine Being, he felt rejoicing and peace beginning to flower ever more beautifully within them both. "Ambassador," he replied with clear inner guidance, "I know that you have the solution already in hand." Not wanting to appear off guard, the Ambassador was momentarily silent. At first he had not the slightest idea of what Javid was referring to. Javid continued, "I hear that you have come up with a most brilliant plan for defusing the situation on the disputed territory." Quickly the Ambassadors mind performed a thousand calculations; what could Javid be talking about? He looked deeply at Javid. There was something powerful about him, something compelling. He decided he had to find out what Javid knew. Javid casually turned and picked up a goblet of wine. "Ambassador," he said, looking him quickly in the eye with great admiration, " I cannot believe that no one thought of this plan before. I just wish that you had spoken of this sooner. I am sure it will lead to the cure for all of our problems. Surely you will be hailed as a great hero for generations to come." The ambassador was still completely mystified. What was this brilliant plan that Javid kept thanking him for? Was this a joke, a hoax? He looked suspiciously at Javid. Suddenly he became aware of a strange inner stirring within. He heard himself saying, " I am glad that you appreciate it. I did not want to announce it before I was certain that it would work." Javid placed his hand on the ambassadors elbow and led him to a small alcove to the left of the main ballroom. Sitting down, Javid again looked at him deeply, " I have to hand it to you Ambassador, you certainly had us all fooled." Calling on the Angels of Paschy, Javid took a giant risk. He took both of the Ambassadors hands in his own and closed his eyes. He said quietly to the Ambassador, " Let us pray, you and I, for the success of your plan. " The Ambassador closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt himself shift into another reality, to another time and place. He was a small child again, playing in his Mothers garden on the outskirts of the village. Contented cows lowed far off in the distance; dragonflies with simmering wings hovered over brilliant and towering flowers. It had been many years since he had remembered. He was back in a time before the great war before the era of great suffering, before the fabric of his life and many others was cruelly destroyed. It was before his heart had hardened. Ever since then, instead of happiness and innocence, he had had undertones of anger, sadness, fear and sorrow suffusing his consciousness. Deep, deep he went back into the beautiful memory, to the time of joy. How it called to him! Ah, how beautiful life was then! Oh how happy he had been! All awareness of the glittering ballroom had completely faded. He was looking down at his own tiny hand as he held a struggling caterpillar. How beautiful the caterpillar was! How fat, soft and how helpless! Gently, gently he touched it, wanting only to bless it and protect it from harm.
"Mother?", he asked, "Where can I put him to make him safe?" "Here, my darling," she softly answered, " Put him here on this beautiful flower. He will spin a cocoon and turn into a gorgeous butterfly. He will know that you have loved him and he will return and kiss you when he has wings to fly." He felt the healing balm of divine harmony pervade his whole being. >From this reverie of his childhood he drew great comfort. He slowly came back to the room, to the present time. As he did so, he realized that he really did know what needed to be done to restore peace and order to the region. Javid was right. Suddenly he jerked and looked with alarm at Javid. "What did you do?", he asked nervously. "How did you do that?" They looked at one another intently for a long moment with humble feelings of recognition. Javid said nothing. A long silence followed. Then Javid said, " Ambassador Sir, I think your plan to restore the disputed territory to the insurgents is divinely inspired. It is so brilliant, especially since it is a difficult region of little practical use to the economy. It will make you a hero in the minds of their people and foil their secret plan, their attempt, to use superior weaponry to gain control of our country." The Ambassadors head snapped back as a look of fear passed suddenly over his face as he felt his heart flutter. He remembered what his doctor had said to him that very week. It was a dire warning. The doctor knew that his time was short, and if he were to follow through with this vision, he knew that he could not delay. When your people hear about the enemys secret plans of horror, Javid continued, they will realize what a brilliant strategy you have used to save them all. You will be seen as a hero on both sides! You will be hailed as an angel of peace! It is positively brilliant! The Ambassador closed his eyes. There was a profound pause as he felt his heart fluttering dangerously over and over again. He collected himself and opened his eyes, saying casually, " I am surprised that you knew of my plans! But however you knew, I wish to thank you for reminding me of the necessity of haste in this matter. You will be pleased to see how quickly the plan gets implemented." Javid moved away, inwardly singing praises to Omnipresent Divine Being. Suddenly, the band in the other room began to play. It was a quiet, lovely hymn, beloved and well known by all.
The Ambassador sat as still as a statue for a long time as he continued to remember the butterfly. How he longed now for his Mothers touch! The glamor of power and prestige was leaving him like a mist rising off of a lake. He sat there alone with his own soul. Angels hovered, bringing clarity to his inner vision and feelings. Faced with his own impending death, a deep transformation was at work. The next day he made the necessary calls and set up important meetings. He used every bit of the power that he had so shrewdly won over many decades of his career. In a week his army pulled out of the disputed territory. His plan proved brilliant. Both he and his government were hailed as heroes by the simple common people of both sides. No one had wanted the war.
Listening to his brilliant oratory, the people remembered that historically they had more in common with each other than they had differences. Their desire for peace and forgiveness became a raging purifying fire sweeping the land.
On a spiritual level they realized that they were ready to forgive and remember that they were one people of kindred blood and origin. The wonderful changes in the Ambassadors character blossomed. Flowing love bursting from his heart emitted beautiful perfumes that enchanted everyone. He was changing from a worm to a splendid creature of soaring spiritual strength and inspiration. In spite of his weakened physical condition, he found strength and used his remaining time to ensure lasting stability to the region. He decided to make a brilliant and dangerous gamble. He arranged to have cunning firebrands of the military and government of both sides, who sought war for personal glory and profit, exposed, removed, and in the worst cases, convicted of treason. He did everything he could to make sure that empty positions were filled with sincere people committed to bring peace and freedom for everyone, people who knew the value and necessity of living in harmony. When he died the next spring people from both countries mourned deeply and long. Such gratitude poured out from their hearts that the realms of heaven rang with the glory of it. When he was buried, over his grave a tall flower bloomed. As they read his eulogy, a magnificent butterfly kissed the words inscribed with love and honor on his monument. It read: "Here lies a true hero of two countries no longer at war." "This is the man who finally brought peace, unselfishly, who reminded us that borders are man made whereas kinship among all peoples is created by God. MIRACLES
P-A-S-Ch-Y P Our longing for spiritual perfection is expressed as devoted humble service. A and umlaut A, ae We confer enlightened wisdom which takes the form of eloquence, mental powers and artistic talents. We inspire the release and transformation of negativity and imperfection. S We totally control humans and their consciousness and bestow clairvoyance and the gift of prophecy. Ch We unveil secret knowledge about life and death, how to solve all mysteries of the water element and emotions and principles of subtle fluidity. Y We teach humans to see and know prophetically the fate of all creatures, man or animal, infallibly. The melody created by the letters of our name are the notes of B, G, G sharp, D sharp, and C sharp. Miracles
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