Dear Ones: At this hour and in this
place, I again come to you.
And while I am of spirit, I knoweth not
the necessity of one hour or one place.
For surely in me, all hours, each is
joined in its proper place.
I come among you as one of you—a
man among men so that you knoweth of
me by name.
And my form yieldeth to thee—my body.
For surely as I am of this form and in
Yet I am not one of thee, but of spirit
And as such, I liveth not in the form or
in the flesh
But rather, the flesh liveth in me and
corrupteth me not.
For if ye should not see me thusly, how
should you know me, or how should you
call me if I am not known as a man and
only of spirit?
Then thine eyes yieldeth not my form,
neither does thine ears tell thee of my name.
And so it was, many years ago, I was
born among thee
A Man among men, to yield to thee the
things of spirit,
Each in its hour and in its place.
For surely, if you knoweth of these
things and from the spirit, each in its
time and in its place,
Then ye knoweth of Me, for I am joined
in them, and, in them, they manifest to thee,
Each in its time and in its place.
So it must be thusly, the joining of all
things and their proper placement.
For, as ye cometh upon them, and your
eyes yield their form and your ears
hear of their name,
Then you knoweth of them and they,
too, become joined in thee.
And in thine future, you, too, become as
of spirit Joined in all things.
And as spirit, so ye too, may rest from
among men the conquering ideals and
ambitions to be, as they are, each one,
a citadel unto himself.
For, as he becomes a citadel, so is he
turned to stone
And he yieldeth neither the form nor
the spirit nor will his ears heareth
Neither will his feet tread the pathways
of the stars among those who have
Yet, if I were to speak to thee of spirit,
how would you know Me, or how would
you know spirit if you know nothing of
all things save that you have been in
and, part of, this world, each one unto
Man has not yet cometh to the time and
the place where all these lives have
yielded him naught but sorrow and pain.
For he is ever searching for that time
and place, and that hour when he, too,
is joined in all things and in all hours
and in all places—
And he knoweth of them all, yet holding
with all, the vision that here, too, must
be a new beginning
A new place to withhold a new infinity.
And a searching and seeking, and a
joining in the many ways of spirit so
that it, too, yields more of its own self.
For, in these things, are born the
essences of creation.
And, as the planets around their suns
spin in their mad galaxies of never-ending
and ceaseless motion,
So it is, in all creation, that these
things, too, must yield unto themselves,
what they are.
Not as they would be seen or as they
would be heard, but as they know of
themselves and how are they thusly
joined in spirit.
And so, as you ponder the many hours
ahead, and you are searching and
seeking and striving to join in spirit so
that I would have you remember me as
such, having joined in you, these
common things which I, too, have
joined in spirit.
Not common to you, but uncommon to
all earth men.
Only in the principles of creativity do
they become ever apparent, do they
become the sustaining virtues of thy life.
And that you should not seek as other
men do, nor should you seek among
them for this joining of spirit and all
the things of which spirit is.
For surely you shall find none of it -
for they have not.
Each man must seek and search among
the things of which he is
The treasures which he has stored in
the after years to the things in which he
has envisioned in his future
To his hopes, his aspirations and his ideals.
He must sift among the ashes of his
experiences for the last traces of
virtues which have been left by the fires
He must ever be conscious that, in this
world, there are many things which
seek to destroy and to nullify all that he
has thus joined.
For there is ever about him, the ways of
men and their undoing, each one unto himself.
And in their hollow mockeries, their
hypocrisies and their bigotries, they,
too, are searching.
They, too, must find the erstwhile
essences of spirit.
For, the longings in their hearts are
truly born of spirit.
For are not all things thus created from it?
And are not all things its substance and itself?
Each thing, good or evil, so contrived,
as each man seeth it in his own eye,
becomes as naught to another man in
For this joining washes away these
traces of emotionalisms which yieldeth
the taint of sin, of strife and of turmoil
and naught is left save the pure golden
grain of wisdom.
Thus, man cometh unto the world and
he is one among the many denizens
which dwelleth upon its face and he is
nourished in its sustenances.
And he clotheth himself in its many
forms and he diversifies himself in
many other ways and thinks that it is all—
Yet, ever fearful that this passeth away,
even so as he sees these things vanish
from his eyes.
What then of the morrow? Are ye
yielded up again unto the abominations
of the earth world?
Will ye return to again wash thy
pathway in blood and tears?
To the final unending, ending of thy life?
Or will ye seek, among the ashes of
what you are, to gain these things of
spirit, these essences, which have, in
their many forms and manifestations,
lived through all of the emotional
tirades of thy existence?
Surely, then, this is the way of the
joining. This is the way in which you,
too, can again live and be joined in spirit.