The Kingdom of God Is Within

Book 26
The Kingdom of God Is Within

Maria was almost grown up and was sitting by the fireplace on a brisk winter day. She was watching the flames leap, creating purple dancing shadows against the wall. Maria began to feel a little sleepy and drew her consciousness into her heart.

She entered the white cube of her heart, which is the signet of the true church—the Ecclesia community of the “called out” ones— that is universal, triumphant, and bridges heaven and earth.

A being that she had always known began to speak to her. “I AM Ishvara in the light of the Holy of Holies. I AM in the secret chamber of your heart. I dance on the white cube of your heart. I live in your interior castle. I AM your secret Prince. Come and find me. Be one with that life that I AM.

“I AM the incarnation of Father, Son and Holy Spirit on the white sphere of the Mother of the World. I dance on the Pearl of Great Price. I AM Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, blue, yellow and pink. Converse with me in the plumes of God's trinity within your heart, and you will understand the meaning of the Atman.

“The face of the Mother of the World will be revealed to you. Whenever you call me, whenever you need me, I AM Ishvara where I AM, and I will provide you with the understanding of God where you stand.”

As Ishvara was speaking in the secret chamber of her heart, Maria was remembering the painting of the Divine Mother that she had seen at Paramahansa Yogananda's Lake Shrine in Malibu, California, and also in his hermitage in Encinitas. She had always appreciated Yogananda's respect for all of the world's religions and his teachings on the universal brotherhood of man in his Autobiography of a Yogi. In all of the travels that she made with Archangel Michael, she had always experienced the true reality of the one God, that has many faces: E Pluribus Unum, Unum Pluribus.

The Master Jesus said, “In my Father's house there are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for thee.” He also said, “Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.”

Now, Maria completely understood what he meant.

Jesus explained to Maria that even as she was walking the earth to be a servant of God for all people, she also had a place secured in the etheric heaven-world, that her soul could always retreat to. It was her own mansion of light that she shared with her twin flame. It was her Shekinah Glory.

Maria was remembering her beautiful encounter with the ascended master Cha Ara in Persia, near the ancient city of Shiraz, where the celebrated poet Hafez was born. Cha Ara shared with her some of the poems of Hafez that his mother, Lady Master Meta, taught to him when he was a little boy, even though Hafez had not been born yet.

Cha Ara explained to Maria that in God, there is no time and space as the eternal Now merges all experience made permanent in God into the true divine oneness of the body of God, to which all ascended masters have access—through the computer-mind of God.

This devoted Sufi poet mystically pursued union with the divine. He would say, “I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.” He also wrote, “The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.” Maria especially loved it when he said, “Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.”

Cha Ara also shared with Maria the poetry of the Sufi poet Rumi, and his love for pomegranates, a divine fruit that commemorates the interplay between the earthly and the eternal planes, in so many traditions and cultures around the world. Rumi would say in The Laughter of Pomegranates, “The heart guides you to the neighborhood of the saints.”

He told her with great joy that he now heads a department of instruction on healing and precipitation in the Royal Teton Retreat, and works with Saint Germain to help prepare the way for the incoming Christ children of the Seventh Root Race in South America.

Cha Ara also called Maria to understand the mysteries of the sacred fire with Zarathustra, who has an undisclosed mountain retreat that is a replica of the secret chamber of the heart.

“Perhaps it is near Atash Behram, the Victorious Fire of Ahura Mazda that has burned in honor of the Zoroastrian mysteries at the Fire Temple of Yazd in Iran, for more than one thousand five hundred years!” said Maria.

“Perhaps,” said Cha Ara. “Or perhaps it is in the beautiful mountainous regions of ancient Persia. You will come to find out as you enter the secret chamber of your heart. ”

Maria knew now, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she could experience her heaven-world in her very own being. She understood that even though her human was not always perfect, her soul was being perfected in love. She promised herself that she would always remember Gautama Buddha's words and put them into practice, when he said that love is practical, n'est ce pas?

Thinking of Gautama Buddha reminded her of a poem she once read and wrote:

To Wait for Maitreya

To wait for Maitreya, my true love and I
As we sit in these chairs eye to eye,
Draped in gossamer cloaks like invisible oaks
While the sun plays through clouds floating by...

Softest angel wing feathers tremble leaves like old fetters
A pernicious light wind stirs the eaves,
Zephyrs dance like the fairies, gather sweetness of berries
On a melodious mid-summer night's eve

Aslan roars, “Welcome home,” like a king to his throne
In our heart burns a flaming lodestone,
For this Christ vigil kept, in Gethsemane wept
That through Him God in man is adorned!

Now with fire is writ heaven's promise in wait
That to kings God incarnate is born,
And the heart is the gate to a throne that awaits
For His Daughters and Sons not forlorn.

Yes! perceive and discover midst green truth and vines
That a flame is a throne by design,
With a promise fulfilled that one day our soul thrills
'Tis the grandest, most opportune sign!

Immortality veiled beckons Isis Unveiled--
Such a rainbow that shines round the throne!
In this garden twin flames, their divine Self reclaim,
And with glorious contrition atone.

Such was the rapture of Maria's divine love. Such was the fire of Ishvara in the secret chamber of her heart. Such was the Victorious Fire of Ahura Mazda, our own Beloved Sanat Kumara, that yet blazes in the land of Zarathustra. Such were the violet flames that danced in the fireplace that warmed a winter night. Such was the lamp of Dipamkara that always shone brightly in her very heart of hearts.

Sumedha's Song

A mist descending from the stars
A hushed goodbye, vows from afar—
Remembrance of a lullaby
So sweetly sung as God drew nigh

Each birth that yields to sin and death
A hopeful burden on his chest
Of one accord, while body rests
Yashodara, Sumedha left!

And setting foot to break the spell
Like clipper ship on ocean swell
Towards higher freedom, love impelled
No palace life for wishing well

One lamp suffice to fill the heart
Dipamkara's feet had left the mark
That ties us to the wishing star
Where angels gather near and far!

One day returned to teach the way
That was hard won on Bo Tree's rays—
Four noble truths Deity sired,
A path to free us from desire!

All counterfeit will yield to gold
With traveling song and begging bowl,
While arrows fall to petaled ground
Enlightenment that knows no bound!

Wherefore the sacrifice if not for love
Entwining wings of holy dove,
Gautama Buddha hold my hand—
Yashodara, you understand!

Though tears did fall like crystal rain
Eternity is ours to gain
A Buddha born, perfections teach,
True selflessness will mend the breach

The once and future king was penned
Le morte d'Arthur was not the end—
Disciples in a distant land
Ashoka's pillars, swords disband!

Lord of the World, our dearest friend
Siddhartha's glory, souls defend!
Three hearts aglow that chilly morn
And cosmic purpose not forlorn

Sustaining cherished threefold flame
God's gift to those who bear his name
From distant lands to modern times
Beyond the wall, Nirvana chimes!

The torch is passed, Maitreya smiles
A golden age makes all worthwhile
Where Buddhas, boddhisatvas reign
Christ Glory, New Jerusalem!

God be with you till we meet again!

A Hymn to Orpheus

Long ago, verdant canopy, Hellenism abound
With a lyre and a voice, gracious poems in sound
For the gods are our friends, heaven's treasures resound
In the forest serene where the muses are found

Orpheus, most beloved, with a ballad so fair
For to transmute vile karma with a sonnet mid-air,
Whilst the faeries and gnomes, woodland creatures did stare
As your songs, like the stars, lead our souls up the stairs!

Would Prometheus know you would one day descend
Like the Christ from the tomb to the bowels of sin?
There to save souls in Hades from unfortunate end
With a song where Lord Krishna, melting hearts, makes amend?

True, Eurydice, like Persephone, once tripped into a snare
And then followed your voice, quickened hope like a flare,
To mount spirals of joy for Olympus to share
Sadly fell to the fathoms, glancing back at the lair...

Break the spell, from the ethers, gather songs of the free!
Forge a passage to heaven for the many to see!
Yes! to transcend rebirth like a buddha to be
Is your song of the lyre under Greek Bodhi tree!

For your love still resounds even when time stands still,
Sweetly covers the vales and the woods and the hills,
Till Eurydice, like Ariadne, one day follows your lilt
Golden thread, maze of karma, vic'try pathway to fill!

“Hatred won't cease by hatred,” words our dear Buddha spoke,
Spoken Word, divine song, Hades' spell is now broke—
For by love comes new healing that our heart fires stoke
Verdant flame, life eternal, Buddha's wheel, we are spokes!

Writes Ezekiel, the clockwork of time is our friend,
Wheels in wheels that are spinning from beginning to end—
Behold! Alpha, Omega, our life's journey will mend,
Mount Olympus is dawning, New Jerusalem now descend!

About the Author

Thérèse Rose Emmanuel is an inspirational writer, poet, teacher, songwriter, musician and artist.

Her mystical work draws people into communion with their own divine presence and helps them to develop a personal, one-on-one relationship with the ascended masters and the angels of the heaven world. Thérèse shares the teachings of the ascended masters that she has lived and experienced in her personal walk with God. Therese has written many books, including The Gospel of Aquarius and The Golden Age of Aquarius. She shares the teachings of the ascended masters in English, French and Spanish.

www.booksforaquarius.com
www.ascendedmasterwebsites.com
www.songsofdivinelove.com
www.mostbeautifulpoems.com

Gratitude for the teachings of the ascended masters brought through the Summit Lighthouse, the I AM Movement, the Bridge to Freedom, the Theosophical Society and the Agni Yoga Foundation that inspired this book, and in particular, the book The Masters and Their Retreats, published by Summit University Press, along with a previous version published by the Ascended Master Teaching Foundation. All of the songs and decree excerpts quoted in this book are published by the Summit Lighthouse.

Please Share this Work for a Revolution in Higher Consciousness!

www.myheavenworld.com

www.myheavenworld.com

For more information about the etheric retreats of the heaven world,
please visit www.ethericretreats.com

Teachings of the Ascended Masters for Children and Youth
www.ascendedmasterchildren.com

Books, poetry, websites, songs and more
www.thereseroseemmanuel.com

© Thérèse Rose Emmanuel
All Rights Reserved

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	Book 26 The Kingdom of God Is Within Maria was almost grown up and was sitting by the fireplace on a brisk winter day. She was watching the flames leap, creating purple dancing shadows against the wall. Maria began to feel a little sleepy and drew her consciousness into her heart. She entered the white cube of her heart, which is the signet of the true church—the Ecclesia community of the “called out” ones— that is universal, triumphant, and bridges heaven and earth. A being that she had always known began to speak to her. “I AM Ishvara in the light of the Holy of Holies. I AM in the secret chamber of your heart. I dance on the white cube of your heart. I live in your interior castle. I AM your secret Prince. Come and find me. Be one with that life that I AM. “I AM the incarnation of Father, Son and Holy Spirit on the white sphere of the Mother of the World. I dance on the Pearl of Great Price. I AM Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, blue, yellow and pink. Converse with me in the plumes of God's trinity within your heart, and you will understand the meaning of the Atman. “The face of the Mother of the World will be revealed to you. Whenever you call me, whenever you need me, I AM Ishvara where I AM, and I will provide you with the understanding of God where you stand.” As Ishvara was speaking in the secret chamber of her heart, Maria was remembering the painting of the Divine Mother that she had seen at Paramahansa Yogananda's Lake Shrine in Malibu, California, and also in his hermitage in Encinitas. She had always appreciated Yogananda's respect for all of the world's religions and his teachings on the universal brotherhood of man in his Autobiography of a Yogi. In all of the travels that she made with Archangel Michael, she had always experienced the true reality of the one God, that has many faces: E Pluribus Unum, Unum Pluribus. The Master Jesus said, “In my Father's house there are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for thee.” He also said, “Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.” Now, Maria completely understood what he meant. Jesus explained to Maria that even as she was walking the earth to be a servant of God for all people, she also had a place secured in the etheric heaven-world, that her soul could always retreat to. It was her own mansion of light that she shared with her twin flame. It was her Shekinah Glory. Maria was remembering her beautiful encounter with the ascended master Cha Ara in Persia, near the ancient city of Shiraz, where the celebrated poet Hafez was born. Cha Ara shared with her some of the poems of Hafez that his mother, Lady Master Meta, taught to him when he was a little boy, even though Hafez had not been born yet. Cha Ara explained to Maria that in God, there is no time and space as the eternal Now merges all experience made permanent in God into the true divine oneness of the body of God, to which all ascended masters have access—through the computer-mind of God. This devoted Sufi poet mystically pursued union with the divine. He would say, “I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.” He also wrote, “The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.” Maria especially loved it when he said, “Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.” Cha Ara also shared with Maria the poetry of the Sufi poet Rumi, and his love for pomegranates, a divine fruit that commemorates the interplay between the earthly and the eternal planes, in so many traditions and cultures around the world. Rumi would say in The Laughter of Pomegranates, “The heart guides you to the neighborhood of the saints.” He told her with great joy that he now heads a department of instruction on healing and precipitation in the Royal Teton Retreat, and works with Saint Germain to help prepare the way for the incoming Christ children of the Seventh Root Race in South America. Cha Ara also called Maria to understand the mysteries of the sacred fire with Zarathustra, who has an undisclosed mountain retreat that is a replica of the secret chamber of the heart. “Perhaps it is near Atash Behram, the Victorious Fire of Ahura Mazda that has burned in honor of the Zoroastrian mysteries at the Fire Temple of Yazd in Iran, for more than one thousand five hundred years!” said Maria. “Perhaps,” said Cha Ara. “Or perhaps it is in the beautiful mountainous regions of ancient Persia. You will come to find out as you enter the secret chamber of your heart. ” Maria knew now, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she could experience her heaven-world in her very own being. She understood that even though her human was not always perfect, her soul was being perfected in love. She promised herself that she would always remember Gautama Buddha's words and put them into practice, when he said that love is practical, n'est ce pas? Thinking of Gautama Buddha reminded her of a poem she once read and wrote: To Wait for Maitreya To wait for Maitreya, my true love and I As we sit in these chairs eye to eye, Draped in gossamer cloaks like invisible oaks While the sun plays through clouds floating by... Softest angel wing feathers tremble leaves like old fetters A pernicious light wind stirs the eaves, Zephyrs dance like the fairies, gather sweetness of berries On a melodious mid-summer night's eve Aslan roars, “Welcome home,” like a king to his throne In our heart burns a flaming lodestone, For this Christ vigil kept, in Gethsemane wept That through Him God in man is adorned! Now with fire is writ heaven's promise in wait That to kings God incarnate is born, And the heart is the gate to a throne that awaits For His Daughters and Sons not forlorn. Yes! perceive and discover midst green truth and vines That a flame is a throne by design, With a promise fulfilled that one day our soul thrills 'Tis the grandest, most opportune sign! Immortality veiled beckons Isis Unveiled-- Such a rainbow that shines round the throne! In this garden twin flames, their divine Self reclaim, And with glorious contrition atone. Such was the rapture of Maria's divine love. Such was the fire of Ishvara in the secret chamber of her heart. Such was the Victorious Fire of Ahura Mazda, our own Beloved Sanat Kumara, that yet blazes in the land of Zarathustra. Such were the violet flames that danced in the fireplace that warmed a winter night. Such was the lamp of Dipamkara that always shone brightly in her very heart of hearts. Sumedha's Song A mist descending from the stars A hushed goodbye, vows from afar— Remembrance of a lullaby So sweetly sung as God drew nigh Each birth that yields to sin and death A hopeful burden on his chest Of one accord, while body rests Yashodara, Sumedha left! And setting foot to break the spell Like clipper ship on ocean swell Towards higher freedom, love impelled No palace life for wishing well One lamp suffice to fill the heart Dipamkara's feet had left the mark That ties us to the wishing star Where angels gather near and far! One day returned to teach the way That was hard won on Bo Tree's rays— Four noble truths Deity sired, A path to free us from desire! All counterfeit will yield to gold With traveling song and begging bowl, While arrows fall to petaled ground Enlightenment that knows no bound! Wherefore the sacrifice if not for love Entwining wings of holy dove, Gautama Buddha hold my hand— Yashodara, you understand! Though tears did fall like crystal rain Eternity is ours to gain A Buddha born, perfections teach, True selflessness will mend the breach The once and future king was penned Le morte d'Arthur was not the end— Disciples in a distant land Ashoka's pillars, swords disband! Lord of the World, our dearest friend Siddhartha's glory, souls defend! Three hearts aglow that chilly morn And cosmic purpose not forlorn Sustaining cherished threefold flame God's gift to those who bear his name From distant lands to modern times Beyond the wall, Nirvana chimes! The torch is passed, Maitreya smiles A golden age makes all worthwhile Where Buddhas, boddhisatvas reign Christ Glory, New Jerusalem! God be with you till we meet again! A Hymn to Orpheus Long ago, verdant canopy, Hellenism abound With a lyre and a voice, gracious poems in sound For the gods are our friends, heaven's treasures resound In the forest serene where the muses are found Orpheus, most beloved, with a ballad so fair For to transmute vile karma with a sonnet mid-air, Whilst the faeries and gnomes, woodland creatures did stare As your songs, like the stars, lead our souls up the stairs! Would Prometheus know you would one day descend Like the Christ from the tomb to the bowels of sin? There to save souls in Hades from unfortunate end With a song where Lord Krishna, melting hearts, makes amend? True, Eurydice, like Persephone, once tripped into a snare And then followed your voice, quickened hope like a flare, To mount spirals of joy for Olympus to share Sadly fell to the fathoms, glancing back at the lair... Break the spell, from the ethers, gather songs of the free! Forge a passage to heaven for the many to see! Yes! to transcend rebirth like a buddha to be Is your song of the lyre under Greek Bodhi tree! For your love still resounds even when time stands still, Sweetly covers the vales and the woods and the hills, Till Eurydice, like Ariadne, one day follows your lilt Golden thread, maze of karma, vic'try pathway to fill! “Hatred won't cease by hatred,” words our dear Buddha spoke, Spoken Word, divine song, Hades' spell is now broke— For by love comes new healing that our heart fires stoke Verdant flame, life eternal, Buddha's wheel, we are spokes! Writes Ezekiel, the clockwork of time is our friend, Wheels in wheels that are spinning from beginning to end— Behold! Alpha, Omega, our life's journey will mend, Mount Olympus is dawning, New Jerusalem now descend! About the Author Thérèse Rose Emmanuel is an inspirational writer, poet, teacher, songwriter, musician and artist. Her mystical work draws people into communion with their own divine presence and helps them to develop a personal, one-on-one relationship with the ascended masters and the angels of the heaven world. Thérèse shares the teachings of the ascended masters that she has lived and experienced in her personal walk with God. Therese has written many books, including The Gospel of Aquarius and The Golden Age of Aquarius. She shares the teachings of the ascended masters in English, French and Spanish. www.booksforaquarius.com www.ascendedmasterwebsites.com www.songsofdivinelove.com www.mostbeautifulpoems.com Gratitude for the teachings of the ascended masters brought through the Summit Lighthouse, the I AM Movement, the Bridge to Freedom, the Theosophical Society and the Agni Yoga Foundation that inspired this book, and in particular, the book The Masters and Their Retreats, published by Summit University Press, along with a previous version published by the Ascended Master Teaching Foundation. All of the songs and decree excerpts quoted in this book are published by the Summit Lighthouse. Please Share this Work for a Revolution in Higher Consciousness! www.myheavenworld.com www.myheavenworld.com For more information about the etheric retreats of the heaven world, please visit www.ethericretreats.com Teachings of the Ascended Masters for Children and Youth www.ascendedmasterchildren.com Books, poetry, websites, songs and more www.thereseroseemmanuel.com © Thérèse Rose Emmanuel All Rights Reserved Garethegrey · The Kingdom of God is Within
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