"MAYTIME"

By the Ascended Master Saint Germain

Two of the most exquisite experiences of spiritual ecstasy that touch the consciousness of man, are the first moment of realization of individuality as a self-conscious being at the beginning of the road of life and the first moment of realization of completion at the end of that road. 

For myself, May Day has always had a special significance. In many embodiments on Earth, I enjoyed the active participation of the festivals of the mystic month of May. I love the remembrance of those whose spiritual achievements were honored at each recurrent celebration of entrance into May; the honoring of the spiritual forces of Nature and their great Directors whose rhythm of beauty and opulence are written on the face of the Earth to bring hope and fulfillment to the human heart; finally, the personal achievement of my own Ascension from the wheel of birth and death, all these are in my storehouse of memory! All these remembrances, sweet as the dew upon the early spring flowers, can be called forth at will and woven into each successive Maytime to add to the sweetness of the gifts of the Spirit of May! Ah, sweet Spirit, upon your perfumed essence many have risen to the heart of the Father of Light – HOME - to go out no more! 

Many have asked for some personal reference to the experiences previous to my own CALL HOME. For their pleasure, I shall recount a few of those experiences upon these pages. 

Born to the throne of England but denied its authority, my soul did weep in sorrow and frustration. Stirring within my consciousness was a "seed idea," born of the Father of Light but not yet nourished and developed to the point where it might be efficaciously utilized by mankind. Yet such is the confusion of the outer consciousness, that often by effort of human will such ideas are aborted or stillborn before their time. This wisdom of abiding in the Will of the Father (who will see that the fruit of his seeds matures at the right time) comes with suffering, with illumination and with grace. So, I learned that the World Brotherhood was not to be the outcome of a dynasty of human kings but of a spiritual bond of selflessness, impersonal service and shared vision at a later day. 

Suffice it to say, after "The Tempest" came tranquility. So is it in the experience of every soul waking from the slumber of the ages, catching the vision of the future and, in its first zeal and immaturity, endeavoring to fashion that vision into form before its time. 

A great Master and dear friend Beloved Jesus, had been tempted long before me to accept a human throne in order to utilize the position of authority to further his Teachings. He wisely rebuked the interceding advocate for temporal power. Long before his Ministry, another (Lord Buddha) renounced an already secured throne to find the Heart of God and embody the Spirit of that Heart for his fellowmen. 

It comes to every man in his time, an opportunity to relinquish all power and authority into the hands of the Father of Light. When the great surrender is made, then the VICTORY does come! 

I remember well when my call camel I remember the dreams, the visions unfulfilled, the hopes and plans resulting from communion with my Maker that remained yet ephemeral phantoms; some woven into words which would outlive the garment of flesh I wore. (The Shakespearian classics, Bacon's Utopia, etc.) 

To leave all these dreams and plans unfulfilled was not an easy task. Yet those far greater than I, looking upon the future with unbound eyes, recommended that I prepare to come HOME. Other souls, strong and true, promised to weave their life energies into completing the pattern of my Free Star! 

I remember yet how, after winding up my personal affairs as best I could, I left England and crossed the Channel. The rough and choppy seas and the heavy fogs brought to remembrance another crossing. Then only Faith sustained us as we journeyed to the shores of a land where one day my vision would become fact (as Columbus). 

The generous nobleman with the graceful horses waiting on the shores of France, the long journey across the green fields, the snug villages, the more difficult mountain passes into Transylvania, these are all burned into my heart for aye! The kind welcome of my host and friend, the enjoyment of the peaceful woodland, the soft bird song, the early spring flowers, all these tie my heart yet to dear "Mother Earth" and all who live upon her. 

Then came the final preparation of my soul to relinquish its last tabernacle, taking up a new Estate and after that the CALL! I remember the breeze carrying the sweet scent of the flowers through the opened windows as I gave THE ANSWER and my soul, released from the flesh, flew like the homing pigeon back into the bosom of the Eternal! Oh, the GRATITUDE for Freedom and for the promised service of those left behind... Children, all of the experiences of life that lead you from the turmoils of outer living to the tranquility of heart where you may hear the summons and answer it are as nothing before the Victory that stands before you! I know, for it has been mine!