Among the unascended, especially those who know not the power of the sacred violet transmuting flame—nor its blessed capacity to dissolve distress and restore divine order—or, knowing of it, fail to understand or apply it rightly, there are but rare moments wherein perfect harmony is truly felt.

Yes, it is true that many experience fleeting gratifications when they fulfill their physical and mental wants. Yet these outer wants often prove to be bottomless, like a pit that cannot be filled—leaving the seeker ever dependent upon the shifting sands of social and economic illusion for their moments of happiness. But such ephemeral bubbles of satisfaction never bestow the mighty triumph of victory that springs forth only when one turns wholly to the Source of Life—the Mighty I AM Presence—as the wellspring of all happiness, moment by moment, day by day.

He—the I AM—is the “Pearl of Great Price”, whose luminous brilliance never wanes, but expands ever outward, a radiant shining into a future resplendent with eternal hope. Locked deep within the memory of mankind are sacred glimpses from the white-fire “Album” of their childhood—the idyllic moments where the sweetness of innocence granted a purer vision than that which the present often affords. In those hours, the sky seemed bluer, the sunshine brighter, the birdsong sweeter, and life’s little burdens drifted away like fleecy clouds borne on a gentle breeze.

But with the coming of age there descended the mantle of worldly responsibility, and with it fewer and fewer of those sacred intervals where the cares of life could be laid down, and the music of the spheres—the very pulse of cosmic harmony—might again be heard. These heavenly strains, though distant, still echo like melodies from a higher realm. To the outer mind they seem unreal, belonging perhaps to some unreachable paradise. Yet in truth, this celestial music is no dream. It is the harmony of the planetary and celestial spheres themselves—a living, breathing reality that has never ceased and never shall, known by all before they entered into physical embodiment, when they dwelt still in that divine Edenic state in full communion with the I AM Presence.

Now, beloved ones, it is indeed difficult to grasp such harmony when one is surrounded by a world so saturated with discord—of sound, of sight, of feeling. Yet I tell you, in the final embodiments of many now-ascended ones, there came moments when, by a single touch of their Light, the storm of discord was stilled. In the mind, in the feeling world, in the very atmosphere of a soul’s life, the sacred strains of harmony poured in—flooding consciousness through a window flung suddenly open. Waves of divine bliss washed even through the physical form, and the soul stirred from the sleep of centuries, remembering once more the sublime music of its origin.

Do you imagine, dear hearts, that we have changed? Or that, having ascended, we love you less? Nay! Beloved, know truly: we are more concerned than ever with the sincere seeker of God’s Light. And those whose faith can reach beyond the logic of the outer mind—who will but stretch forth the hand of trust to touch the hem of our radiant garment of Light—they shall receive, here and now, this day, our healing blessing eternal. That which was turned aside by the tides of human discord shall be restored! That which was marred shall be made whole again. That which was obscured shall blaze forth in the full awareness of all that is good, all that is holy, and all that forever carries the feeling of God Harmony.

Know, O beloved ones, with an unwavering and childlike faith, that just as there is tangible beauty in the fragrance of the pine and the grace of the myrtle, and as the rose and the lily clothe the perfumes of eternity in robes of color and form—so, too, do there exist innumerable realms within the vastness of God’s universe, radiant spheres unseen to mortal eyes, yet filled with glorious life and populated by beings whose every breath, every gesture, every thought is a rhapsody of compatible harmony.

These are no fanciful dreams, but divine realities! And even as science discovers tiny planets that had remained invisible for centuries, so shall your soul rediscover realms of light long forgotten—realms that have never ceased to sing the celestial song of God’s peace and beauty. What is unseen to the outer senses is not therefore nonexistent. Much that is eternal is simply awaiting your awakening gaze.

And when your memory of those golden Elysian fields begins to dim—when the oppressive weight of human thought, and the dungeon walls of mortal concepts, seem to enclose your heart and mind like looming mountains of shadow, obstructing the Light—then pause. Pause, and feel the blessed bond of light that even now connects you to your Creator. That shimmering silver cord still stretches unbroken from your heart to the very Presence of the I AM, whose divine Image holds for you the perfect Pattern of Harmony.

This is no idle hope, but a living certainty. That image of perfection, stamped by Love itself upon the flame within your soul, shall be made manifest in due time—when your will, purified and unwavering, rises with holy determination and demands of Life its divine inheritance of wholeness. When your desire for harmony surpasses all desire for lesser things, the veils shall part, and you shall walk once more in the radiance of your own divine identity.

Beloved El Morya has said—and I affirm it with joy—“I am ever present and happy to bring to each one of you the radiance of the various great ones who come to visit our Darjeeling abode.” And again, “Our brotherhood is one of action, and the recent letters of beloved Hilarion and the beloved Master K-17 have spurred many of our students through the forthright action of love’s flame to enter into a new dimension of service and advancement.”

Yes, beloved, this is true—and I, too, have come now to seal all that you do in the service of the Light with the flame of my own cosmic harmony. This is the harmony that sustains the very cooperation of heaven itself. It is this harmony that frames the worlds and upholds their orbits by the Word of God—the I AM—as it flows into manifestation through the angelic and elemental kingdoms, where divine order is outpictured as the natural outpouring of the Holy Spirit, of the Silent Watcher Immaculata, and of our Beloved Maha Chohan.

You are all musicians within—every soul a living note in the grand symphony of creation. That is why music speaks so deeply to the heart of mankind, why there is such a universal response to harmony, rhythm, and sound. Music is the language of the soul, beloved ones—the breath of the Spirit translated into tone. And when harmony is lifted up, when divine accord is sounded, the soul remembers its origin, and the flame within stirs in recognition.

It is most fitting that artists have long depicted angels with harps in hand, for truly their instruments—though forged of light—do bear the likeness of those golden strings. And their melodies are not idle musings, but precise vibrations that uphold star systems, breathe life into evolving forms, and carry the benedictions of God’s Love across the reaches of space.

Now know this: all heaven moves as one great orchestra, ever ascending through eternal preludes into new crescendos of Light. Wave after wave of divine joy surges through the cosmos, flowing outward as my own flame of cosmic harmony. This is no stagnant perfection, but a living, ascending song—a symphony that builds with ever-deepening devotion, with new anthems of praise and exultation, for the One Source, the Great I AM, who lifts all creation by the power of His Consciousness, His Harmony, His Beatitudes.

And when the soul of man ascends in kind—when you, beloved, in the many contacts and relationships of daily life, choose the inner tone of peace, the rhythm of patience, the song of gentleness—then you, too, are raised into the divine octaves, and your tone joins the universal choir.

Yet it is not by striving alone that one ascends, but by humility—by that God-like attitude which is “like unto a little child.” It is this innocence, this purity of heart, which lifts the veil and reveals the heights. Only this humility, ever willing to be taught, ever willing to yield to Love, can lead the soul upward, beyond the shadows of discord, to the summit of realization where God’s Voice calls each one to “come all the way.”

And as you climb, beloved, know that you are not alone. You are not forgotten, nor forsaken. We are with you. We walk beside you. We are the silent notes you sometimes feel within—the quiet prompting, the lifting thought, the peace that descends unbidden. It is we, the friends of Light, who love you deeply and eternally, and who hold for you now the vision of your victory.

As you ever strive to reach our octave, to hear once more the celestial harmonies that are your rightful inheritance, hold close the words of one who, though embodied in a far earlier time, captured the spirit of divine aspiration with a heart attuned to heaven’s song.

The early 17th-century poet, William Austin, in his poem “To A Musician”, wrote words which I now uplift and consecrate as my immaculate concept for each one of you:

“Therefore, O Lord!
So tuned let me be
Unto Thy word,
And Thy ten-stringed Law,
That in each part
I may thereto agree,
And feel my heart
Inspired with loving awe;
He sings and plays
The songs which best Thou lovest,
Who does and says
The things which Thou approvest.
Teach me the skill
Of him whose harp assuaged
Those passions ill
Which oft afflicted Saul;
Teach me the strain
Which calmeth minds enraged,
And which from vain
Affections doth recall:
So to the choir
Where angels music make,
I may aspire
When I this life forsake.”

O beloved ones of Earth, you are called now to remember your part in this heavenly symphony. You are called to choose harmony—not as escape, but as creative power. Let your life be the sounding board of peace, the harp of compassion, the rhythm of Light made manifest. And know always, through every note and pause, that I AM with you.

I AM God Harmony,
And I seal you now in the Flame of my eternal harmony—
Living, resplendent, and victorious—
A flame that shall not be quenched,
But shall sing forever through your soul
The eternal music of the spheres.

I AM the living harmony of your true being.
I AM the chord of perfection within your heart.
I AM the ascended light that draws you home.

And I love you. Forever.