Good morning one and all. I am St.Germaine, and I
would like to let you in on a little secret. There are
no mistakes in this world. How profound, you say! This
is not a secret! Well, my friends, this is a time for
things to come out of the closet, and be heard and felt
by any who have been holding on to the old way of being.
the days past there have been a few developments that
have started to turn some peopleís lives around. These
are requisitions of the heart and of the mind, and they
are serving to clear out the old energies of promise
that no longer have relevancy to the present time. These
were promises that some made to themselves and that no
longer will serve if recognized and implemented. When
this sort of thing happens there is bound to be some
soul searching that takes place.
would like you all to realize that this is a healthy
practice and one that can stand a lot more employment.
What if each of you goes to your closet of unrealized
dreams and promises and takes them out for inspection?
What would you find? Would they still fit, or would you
have to take up a hem here, or let a seam out there?
Would the tucks that you put in a year ago, have to be
let out now?
is a time of letting go of old thoughts. This is a time
of feeling the innermost ideas as they manifest in your
mind. How do they feel, and why do you have those
thoughts? When I was a mere lad in the day of my life in
the Scottish highlands, I used to wander up to the moors
and sit lazily admiring the view from the highest point
I could find. This was a wonderful way to gain a new
perspective on my life at the time. I found that when I
aspired to a higher place, I was able to attain a higher
point of view and capture the innocence of that new
you can do to, my friends. You can climb to the heights
of your pleasures in life and leave all the unused parts
of your old dreams behind, unless they tug at your
sleeves and whisper, ďWait, I have something more for
you. Incorporate me into your new dreams, for Iím
will come again into your dreams
I will steal into your days,
a rabbit in flight from the fox.
will throw over the fence the best part of me,
scramble the rest in the air.
will sit at your side in the rest that you take,
Iíll know who you are by the sight
the wondrous clouds that wave overhead
reflect in your eyes as you cry.
there is no wonder that change must come now,
gather your dreams to your side,
when the time comes to reconnoiter them
whisper Iím glad that youíre here.
missed you my friend,
come back a gain
brighten my door for a while
woo you and wonder
I did not slumber
invite you back to my smile.
youíll sit up straight and make a new date
rise and be counted again.
be smiles and rushes
then youíll know heaven again.
you dear Master St. Germaine,