This is What it Looked Like in Maine on Christmas, Where I, Nancy  lived Much of my Life. I'm Now Very Happy to be in this 70 degree weather of Southern NM December, 2005

Good evening on this joyous Christmas Eve. On behalf of myself Bob T, Nancy Tate, Mike Quinsey, our dog Toshiro and all of the family of the Tree of the Golden Light we want to express our thanks for your support of our work. The coming New Year holds great promise and we wish for each of you a new year filled with peace, prosperity and joy.

Toshiro Loves this Weather Too!

And now a message from Nancy.

Hi Everyone,

How have you been enjoying your Christmas Eve so far? I hope you’re enjoying it at least half as much as we are. When I was preparing for this message for you I sat down at my keyboard and I got a nice, very brief message for you all from the Galactic Federation. And as I was winding up the last couple of lines of it, I heard this song coming to me, these words, I said, “That’s a song, a Christmas song.” This I’m going to bring to you after I tell you what the Galactic Federation said. Now I’ll just go right into their message.

The Galactic Federation would like me to express their glad tidings to all of you. They say that the coming year is to be one that will go down in history as the time when all that was dark and forbidden came to the surface and showed the people of the world the utmost promise that where there is victory there is truth.

Shine your lights unto the skies and know that as you do the whole universe beams back to you in celebration and gratitude for the works of The Creator and all the gifts of love that are bestowed upon us all. We stand ready to ring in the New Golden Age with complete surrender to the Christ in all of us. The gifts of the Magi are here, and we are singing with the chorus of angels.

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,

To touch their harps of gold;

“Peace on the earth, good will to men,

From Heaven’s all gracious King.”

The world in solemn stillness lay,

To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats

O’er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lowly plains,

They bend on hovering wing,

And ever over its Babel sounds

The blessèd angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife

The world has suffered long;

Beneath the angel strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;

And man, at war with man, hears not

The love-song which they bring;

O hush the noise, ye men of strife

And hear the angels sing.

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,

Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow,

Look now! for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing.

O rest beside the weary road,

And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophet-bards foretold,

When with the ever circling years

Comes round the age of gold;

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing.

Written by Edmund H. Sears, 1849