AFTER a c ouple of weeks of partying and playing darts and pool in Australia, one of the blokes at the pub said that he had a one-bedroom apartment in Manly a few blocks from the beach. I went to look at it and it was perfect for me. I moved in and started to look for a job. I found one in Sydney detailing cars. I hated it. Not so much the work but the stupid people I had to work with, so I left and found another job stacking grocery shelves at night that was walking distance from my house. It was great. Sixteen hours a week and I made enough money to live on. I was happy with the arrangement but what to do with al the spare time?
Sometimes when I got off of work at midnight, I would walk home and just stare at the stars which were out nearly every night and dream about my future. I wondered why I wasn’t interested in being an astronomer. Stars had a fascination and mystical quality to them that very few other things had. I knew, or thought I knew, they had a big importance in our lives, but I wanted the whole picture. Someday I might be more interested in the stars but first I had to know why they were there. Al the theories out there real y meant nothing. Theories and theories only and I preferred facts.
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I didn’t have a radio or TV so I would go home, get something to eat, then lay in bed with a book for a couple of hours. I read a lot of different types of books, but at that time in my life my favorites were science fiction. Arthur C. Clarke, E.C.
Tubb, Theodore Sturgeon, and Larry Niven. They were the creators of worlds that were yet to come. Of worlds that were possibilities and promises of what life could be like in a thousand years.
I would get up in the morning, if I felt like it, and either go to the beach or to Sydney sightseeing. I would usual y go to Sydney. I would walk down to the Manly Corso which was like a boardwalk that had a ferry terminal on the end. Before I got there, I would go to the Turkish guy that had fresh kebabs right off the spinner rack, real kebab bread, and garlic and yoghurt sauce. I could eat those al day long. I never had something so good. Then I would go to Sydney and sightsee. I borrowed a friend’s bike so I could travel al over Sydney. I found so many places on that bike I never would have seen without it. It was spectacular. And nobody stole the bike when I would stop at the pubs.
Fifteen minutes before work, al the employees at Cole’s, the grocery store I worked at, would meet in front of the store toasting their lungs with cigarettes, and gab. One of the supervisors, Dean, was talking about Mario who did the ordering for the store.
Before break, I went up to use the bathroom - or dunny as it is cal ed in Australia - and heard this humming noise coming from the break room. I was curious and walked in and Mario was scrunched up in the corner mumbling and basical y chanting about something. I waited for a pause before I said anything. The other employees had just come up for break.
“Real y?” I asked with interest.
“Fair dinkum mate. I’ve heard he is religious or something,” said Dean.
I looked around and saw a lot of nods. It made me curious. What religion was he anyway?
Back to work. I always had the drink aisle. I had to cut open the boxes with a razor knife, price them, and put them on the shelf. It wasn’t bad when you got glass pop bottles, but most of them were plastic and wel shaken from delivery.
When you are moving fast with that box cutter you always tend to hit a few of those bottles. It would rain pop and the next ten minutes you were mopping up the floor and cleaning and wearing sticky clothes for the rest of the evening. I always wanted the canned goods aisle. I sliced my hand one night and went to the hospital.
Mario was coming down the aisle one night. I could always tel by the beeping of his hand-held scanner. He was wearing headphones minding his own business as usual. He wasn’t one to talk too much.
“What are you listening to?” I asked.
He took off his headphones. “Saint Germain.”
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“Oh one of those Christian guys.” I was thinking of some Australian evangelist, but then I remembered someone who mentioned him as an Ascended Master or something.
“Some what?” he said.
“I have heard of him but the American version may be different. No one checks international y before they say something when it comes to that stuff.” I was thinking how every mystic or whatever had a group of unseen friends; no one had the same story.
“I heard that you meditate?” I said.
“Yes I do.” Not questioning how I knew.
“I have tried but I don’t have much luck. I guess I am too impatient and wander off thinking of other things in reality that seem to matter more.”
We talked several times the rest of the night. It was a point in my life where I was tired of religious beliefs. Everyone seemed to have a different concept. I thought of it as divisionary but I was open-minded. It was only my curiosity that spurred me on.
Mario was a member of the Great White Brotherhood founded by Mark and Elizabeth Claire Prophet. I had never heard of these people and felt there may be something of interest of their views in religion. Their last name blew a fuse but I needed to see what they had. They believed in the Ascended Masters and they were the teachers. They say the masters say went through many cycles and of incarnation to reduce their bad karma until they ascended to higher beings who were the teachers of the people of Earth. Saint Germain was supposedly the master of the United States. As I was later told from Mario, Saint German was, in previous lives; Christopher Columbus, Francis Bacon, and the brains behind Wil iam Shakespeare. I could not dispute since I could not remember being alive back in those times to know the truth.
Anyone can tel you anything if you have no grounds to dispute it. There was no way of checking.
As I got to know Mario more he came over to my apartment after work and we would talk for hours on the subject. I had been through similar things so my reaction was always a protection of a sort. I protected myself from what was unbelievable in anyway. I could not explain this but fol owing your sense this is always something you should do. I was digesting what he said but something was wrong.
Maybe he knew more than I?
“What is it about chanting? Why do you do it?” I asked
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“For one it is not chanting they are cal ed decrees. By saying these over and over you invoke your higher consciousness.
The energy that you put forth is returned to you tenfold.”
“Now wait a minute. You are saying if I chanted these things for two to four hours a day I would be covered for 24 hours a day?”
He nodded.
“You went to that University of California in Camelot, Summit University. How did you feel?”
“It is hard to describe. A feeling of warmth and tranquility comes over you. When you first walk in you feel the power of the Ascended Masters around you. It is a feeling of joy and hard to describe.”
I hate that word “joy.” I have heard it so many times by these people I find it sounds very fake and overused.
“How about Elizabeth? What is she like?”
“You can feel her power and wisdom when you are in her presence. She is a message of the Masters here to teach us. The Masters chose her to speak through.”
“What about her husband? Didn’t he die?”
“He ascended.”
“Right there in front of everybody?”
“Yes. He had dissolved his karma and ascended as a master.”
“There were witnesses that saw him leave his body? Right, Mario?”
Mario knew he was going to enlighten me. He knew how I felt. I guess you would say open and vulnerable about things at my age but there were so many things to influence the young that I always had a red flag. About this subject you needed to feel what was right and what wasn’t. It could be difficult at times but we had our gut.
“This Saint Germain you talk about. Are these people you cal Ascended Masters among others? Where do they come from?”
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“Saint Paul said it: Whatever a man soweth, that shal he reap. And the ascended Masters teach it. Thousands of years ago the people of Earth began to disobey the laws of God. Today they are reaping the harvest of past misuses of God’s light, energy, and consciousness to the detriment of the life on Earth. Karma is the effect of causes set in motion, good and bad.”
Sure, it was how you think…