There is a cabin in the woods that is covered
with snow, and it bears a gentle glow from the window.
Within this cabin lives a man who goes out into the snow
from time to time and renders it packed for his travail.
This in no way hinders his assent into heaven for he
lives there all the time. His life is so simple that he
knows no worry only rhyme.
morning, I AM St Germain, and I tell you of my Dad of
long, long ago. My Dad was a man of simple pleasures,
and lots of hours spent sitting by the fire in silent
contemplation of his life and the life outside his door.
When he did this he gave thanks for all of the love that
he felt and saw in the forest and the waters of the lake
that rippled nearby.
the winter with the snowbound banks of the lake meeting
the icy frigidness of the ripples, he sometimes strode
out on that icy coolness in search of a spot deep enough
enclosed in the icy strength to hold him long enough to
make a hole to spear a fish through. This sustained him
through the days and the nights of treasures from his
a day I would venture on out to that snow covered vale
and partake of some of his gentle magic, for it would
bring me back to the days in which I rested at his knee
every night as he told me the stories that closed my
eyes to sleep. He knew how to end the day with a gentle
whisper and a grand goodbye to the shadows that crept in
to my room.
day my mother went away and left us alone to live the
best we could. You see she couldn’t remain with us,
for God spoke and said it is time, do you remember? Do
you remember that this is the time you agreed to come
and be with the angels so that you could sing with the
angels and wait while the lullaby soothed us off to
sleep each night?
had agreed to go and live with the angels, and serve us
from her place there. She had wondered at the sight of
us when our tears washed away the sorrow of her parting.
We got along all right without her, for her memory still
hung strong and soft in our home. She had prepared us
well for the leaving, and in her stead there was a
peacefulness that begat the gentle presence she had
of my memories of Christmas come flooding back to me as
the snow begins once more to whiten the streets and bath
the moonlight into submission. The days of solitude are
filled with the merriment of children and parents
bundling along through the streets on the way to
Grandma’s house to celebrate the treasures of the
holiday spirit. We were not alone at those times, for
our neighborhood came and fetched us to their bosom when
the bells of Christmas rang across the land.
is a gentle refrain from which I give you a feeling of
Christmas. I share with you the joy of all of life, and
the welcoming solace of the loved ones who watch over us
all the while. There is no greater blessing than to have
your family about you on the days of merriment, for we
all are family, and in that truth lies the togetherness
of humanity for these holiday seasons and for all the
take my story and I whisper it to all the ones who serve
their cause around the world. I bring a few moments of
gentleness to the outside world in which they find
themselves. It is a gentle whisper of truth that gives
them a peace that stays with them through the day, and
carries back into the night. It sustains them through
their loneliness and stays with them through the shock
of the early morning light.
can do that too. Sing a gentle song of love to the ones
too far from home. Tell them a story of love and
gentleness as they sleep to overcome the tortures of the
day. It will get them through. It will carry them to
heaven on a wing and a song, for you are all their
brothers and their sisters. They know who you are, and
they love you for what you do for them. Love them for
what they do for all of humanity, for they are in a
noble cause, though it may not seem so.
are too, my dear ones. You are the ones who hold the
candle in the window and light it every night for the
return to home of these loved ones. You bring the ray of
hope to these ones as they settle into a moment of peace
with the gift of love that you send them. You are the
gift bearers for the gift that does not come wrapped in
pretty paper with a festive ribbon. Your gift comes
enclosed with a rainbow of stars and a sheath of gold.
think of that family of long ago and the gentle Spirit
in which they raised me. I rejoice that I had that
family. I also rejoice that each and every one of you
did too. You have all rejoiced in that family, for we
have all experienced what another has, and that is how
we can know the love and the gentleness that comes from
that beauty. That is how we perpetuate it throughout all
leave this message now with a song in my heart and I
join your chorus as we all raise our voices in beautiful
song that rings around the globe and touches the heart
of all of mankind. Blessings to you all.
you dear Master St Germain,