In the halls of
antiquity there was a time when the serfs became the
nobility through the annals of reincarnation. In this
exchange was the deployment of the canons of the order
of the Saints of the ages.
I am one of those who
were considered a saint at the onset of the days of
feudalism. I am count St Germain, and I am one of the
ones who in a former life was a member of the serfdom.
Within this lifetime I learned much of the ways of the
oppressed, however there was a degree of the chivalry
Within this lifetime I
bore out the ideal that there are no unequal ones in all
of the world, only those who perceive themselves as
such. Through this awareness, I grew to the semblance in
the eyes of the nobility, of an outstanding lad of
impeccable taste and desires. Soon they perceived me as
an offspring of their standing, and welcomed me into
When this came about
there was a group of people who were in objection to
this. They cared not to have a mere serf walk their
halls of nobility. One day, when the group was gathering
in another matter, I came upon their assembly. They
immediately threw me out of the throng, and warned me to
never come into their midst again.
This I did not heed,
for I was a person of strong will and character. I hung
around the meeting place on the days of the assembly,
and upon my opportunity, I came into their meeting and
sat in the back of the room.
The subject of their
gathering that day was to disperse the riches in the
most diverse manner that had ever been done before.
There was to be the cover-up of the methods of the gain,
and the caches of riches were to be made available to
only a chosen few, namely this group.
When I heard of the
plans to steal from the nobility, by the nobility, I ran
to the head of the bureau of the governing of the
nobility and told them what I had heard. They were
appalled that members of their elite would turn on their
people and brandish their power in such a way. They
immediately sent a representative band of fellows to the
next meeting that occurred on the next eve.
My dear, that was the
beginning of the end of my alliance with the nobility.
The renegade group found me when they had learned of my
part in the disclosure, and staked me to a tree and
allowed me to be finished off by the animals of the
forest. At least that is what they thought had happened.
You see, there was a
woman from the serfdom who had been in contact with me
for these many years. She was my love and my connection
to the people from whom I had sprung. She released me
from the ropes that bound me, and helped me to my people
in a village deep in the woods.
When the group came
back to bury the remains of rag and bones, and found no
evidence of their deed, they were very frightened for
their plight. Had I somehow escaped, or had one of their
fellows of nobility found me and rescued me to their
castle? There was great chagrin among the group, for to
inquire would be to reveal their duplicity. So they keep
their silence on the matter, listening for the whispers
of the release. Alas, there were none, none that is but
for the queries as to my whereabouts; to where had the
fellow who had proven his loyalty disappeared?
Well, my dears, I was
alive and well in the protection of my family. I was not
included into the nobility by way of just being me, but
by way of the deeds I did. There was never the idea that
because I existed and walked on the planet I was worthy
of them, nor was anyone else, no matter how grand or
noble one perceived himself to be. My family saw me as
themselves, honest, pure, worthy as they, and their love
and compassion for me was as right as the same that
comes from the almighty Source, the Creator.
But what of the
nobility, you ask; where do they fit in to the end of
this story? I tell you this; there was a great uprising
among the nobility, and soon I was the one they searched
for as the pawn in this game of deceit and madness. In
order not to look into the backyards of their own
people, they had to find the scapegoat, and defile him
forever, so that they could go about their lives in the
comfortable manner in which they had been living before
I entered the picture.
I tell you now that
they never did find me. So create another scapegoat they
did. This was the way in which they carried out their
nobility, by creating a scapegoat who would take the
brunt of their disparities and carry the burden of their
sins. Does this sound familiar; is there a ring to this
that sparks a memory of another time another set of
people? If so, then remember, there is only one set of
souls on this earth, and that set is the same as has
been walking the earth since then, and before, and now.
Who is the scapegoat
of today; and who is the serf who was the savior of that
scapegoat? Can you see the shadow of the past in the
present? Are you going to carry that shadow into the
future, or are you going to see the potential for change
in the energy behind the story I told? You are the
nobility, and you are the serfdom. You are the serf who
was created as a scapegoat, and you are the maid who
rescued the love of her life from himself.
I leave you now and
ask that you give of yourself this day in the energy of
the highest of noble thoughts and deeds. Find the true
energy of the nobility and transform the history into
the present reality of that Divine Nobility that sees no
difference in the people of the world ‘cept their own
expression of the oneness that prevails.
I am Count St. Germain,
and I bid you a good day, and happy travels.