soon as he saw me i saw him. It was freaky. I must have looked like the anti-son. Long hair hanging out from
a bandanna, dark sunglasses, rolling with a couple of older guys I hardly knew. I was even embarrased that he sighted
me. I think he tried to make a jesture of reconciliation. He made a motion towards me and yelled out, "Ronnie!"...I
was just gripped when I heard his voice...saw his frame. Then i just slow mo-ed like before a car crash "Nooooo!," It
was like a soul Brown-Out. I fazed. It was too much for me. No chance would I go towards
him, instead I just ran away...I just bailed.I bolted. There might have been some love there, I just couldn't cop
to it. It was gritty. (recalling an unexpected encounter with my father while
I was a 17 year old runaway)
that day with angst in my heart, the helplessness I saw on my father's face and my own sadness with fear I felt.If this was
supposed to be "father knows best," I wouldn't know it. So inept, so completely incapable of seeing my father
as safe, as any kind of refuge I had hoped, at least sometime would be with him and I. How
did it get this way?
deeply that the soul of my father was in a great pain. Even then as a seventeen year old with a history of a relationship
with my father which produced anything but closeness, I too had long, held out hope.
In a very
strange way I connected with him in that instant, we were both so much alike and so far apart. Nothing in either of us
could close the gap, not age, not being apart, not adulthood, even not death. We'll at least in death I approached
some sense of finality; an uneasy and surreal truth that laid aside the combativeness between us that denied any alliance.
It may have
been in tragedy, that I could begin to approach an absolution I could not earn with him as a living father.
o' Daddy I mumbled, why have you left?
a cold psalm that I would sing, an ode to my father I would have to privately love across oceans of consciousness. I
wonder if he would ever find pride in me, find appreciation in thy son. Why would it matter to me? He was gone. I would wonder
would I ever know the gifts of my father.
thee, o' father? Hardly could I leave off... for I knew it so, that if I could not know and love the lesser (my human
father) who, I could see, how can i love, He (greater) that i cannot see? Terrible...terrible, is my plight.
a Spiritual and practical lesson here. Here is the Mystery of the soul, of both the father and the son becoming. How it
is that the father too commands the soul to come home. How it is that the son needs the father to find his way and yet
he must enter in.
in this, it seems that we can make no greater resolution with the greater flame of Father in Spirit, than by
how high we can lift up the image of our own human father.
is that we meet our image of father on the bridge of life itself. Everything we do or become is impacted by our association
and integration of the father Principle. If the Mother can be more accessible and comforting, the Father does not so easily
make himself known, such as Spirit.
from a sense of separation from Father can lead to a waywardness of the soul. Inconsistency, vacillation, veering from one's
purpose and moorings. Where, there is present the interplay of the trusting, desiring part of the soul of the son to know
and seek the gifts and assistance of the flame of the father, there is cooperation and advancement.
be the cause with sons and or daughters, where there is the interruption or even defiance, the offspring can take
on a pattern of determining; "I will set out and make it on my own," I will find my way
In this, "going forth" can be established a predestination to
often ignore or displace those who may come to teach, guide or even correct. It may come in the form of one's parents or authority
or the Ascended Master, teacher or guru.
The son or
daughter can easily and unconsciously undervalue the purpose or role of the "Father," in human form or as the inviolate
Spirit, that is an inavoidable part of our wholeness.
soul becomes overly sensitive to pronouncements, fearing criticism or even abject unacceptance to direction, one simply, "blows
off " or "waves on" the one sent to help.
becomes the scenario where the one holding the office of father, is themself, a mixed bag.
of the son or the daughter evaluates the imperfections of the vessel, then thinking one's action to be correct and disbelieving simply
dismisses or ignores, inwardly speaking to themselves,"well, consider the source."
Many a soul,
have endured the foible, of believing themselves to be, "self correcting," suffered.
arrive at the importance of transcending the imperfect, absent, unloving and undeserving manifestations of, what has fallen
before the father consciousness.
"Lay it aside,
for in usual hopes, I would seek thee, but alas, I consider i would know
it is both Son and Father that must traverse and overcome that cumbersome road of experience and erect instead the image
complete, even while becoming, that union and integration.
just come about, or what precedent has occurred?
in life, it had been suggested to me by a Spiritual teacher, that often we draw to ourselves the embodiment of the imperfect
father because; perhaps in previous lives we may have "rejected" the person and office of those who came as the example of
true loving father.
Does it make
sense that we, "get" a less inclined, "Father figure," not as developed in principle and example? Or perhaps these
roles revisits us, where we may have in previous opportunities, ourselves, neglected the responsibilities
of being Father to another, so cycles return?
you have some accountability I was taught.
It does take
on our part a certain willingness to examine the possible circumstances and outplaying of events, occuring.
is the Father energy that can help us. To know the Father knows the boundaries and even where injury or insult may come
upon us, it is the father that in its impersonal Nature guides us. We must be able to summon this place inside of us, whether
we are a man or woman that can view dispassionately, that can create space when necessary.
energy can provide temperance. It does not endear itself too greatly by either exaltation or loss.
The Buddha was
also a great progenitor of the Father principle, in that he taught the middle way. To rear oneself only towards favorableness
in an age of Karma is madness. Surely circumstances meets one to test the soul.
It is the
Father Principle that gave to the Christ the power to preach and receive devotion and to know that betrayal and sacrifice
would come. In this, with an impersonal love for man he could none the less move forward with his mission and work. Here is
the faithfulness in the trust of the Supreme Father Principle, imploring the energies of Spirit, "Father into thy hands i
commend my spirit," nevertheless not my will but thine be done.
life compels that we learn to move our attention from that which is not serving the higher self or purpose
that we may then grow.
It has also
been suggested or inclined that we as evolving souls and beings with self-enlightened interests in overcoming, take on the
example of, one that personifies greater mastery. One that can reflect that integration of wholeness back
we can accept and appropriate in our consciousness the greater bearer of divine love to us, we must unchain,
the captive one's we have kept in the dungeon of undeserving ness.
might ask has carried our crosses? Whom have we allowed to be the "boogey man?"
to let that one off the hook and yourself also, where the pattern of experience shouts to be washed of forgiveness'
flame, also frees us to become disentangled of binding energy.
Fire Raise up in me
the flame I leave
sense of me
from that Alchemy
even adopt as the "Father Principal" the example of an Ascended Master, like Saint Germain, El Morya or Lanello (Mark Prophet).
WHO IS MARK PROPHET?
Mark Prophet's face
summons up prototypal Alpha imagery. Cast him with an Airman's cap and bomber coat and he's an easy fighter pilot. Not ostensibly
swashbuckling, he's got that polite and disarming persona needed to be a door-to-door salesman. Add his booming and colorful
inflections and folksy manner and you've got an itinerant preacher.
of Mark Prophet was especially helpful to the causes of a 1950's boom in the emerging metaphysical landscape in New Thought
and Eastern Mysticism, Americana Style.
heartland reared, Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, Prophet himself as a boy had been devotedly favored in Orthodoxy, until
interrupted by a Spiritually transcending encounter with an Eastern Adept called El Morya.
devoted pursuer of Inner truth, Mark would eventually reconcile his prominently Western inclinations of religion and
begin tutelage with the Master M.
Mark Prophet would establish the founding of the Summit Lighthouse as an activity to assist emissaries of light known
as the Ascended Masters.
Able to benefit
from some of the successes of an earlier movement called the IAM Activity and also through the migration of the Theosophical
Society even before in the late 1800's, the Summit Lighthouse helped increase the awareness of Cosmic truths and Universal
understandings put forth by the Ascended Master teachings.
accelerated in both his training, and integration in a path of self-mastery, the Ascended Masters taught, that all
beings who had achieved their liberation in the light had accomplished.
advancement and surrender to the law of divine love, enabled him to become a "messenger" for the Ascended Masters releases
and discourses intended to restore mankind with a one on one relationship with their God ward identity called the "IAM
his years teaching receptive souls that this Union of the Soul with the Real or Permanent self was not exclusive to only the
Christ or special sons or daughters like Buddha or a privileged few.
Part of Mark
Prophet's most cherished attributes was that he really loved to impart to people the hope and understanding of their
Universal Destiny and freedom. Even when concepts that were being presented might seem lofty or beyond reach, Mark knew the
fires in the heart would always be expanded by helpfulness and charity. He loved to be among people and his radiance extended
out to to simple and learned alike.
passed from the screen of life in 1973. He was able to by the close of this lifetime achieve his immortal freedom and victory
and today, he continues to serve unascended mankind known as the Ascended Master Lanello.
Mark Prophet's books and experiences with the Ascended Masters are available through the Summit Lighthouse and Summit University
It also helps
to resurrect the image and pattern of all Fathers, by learning to express and imitate the "principles" of the Father, both
within ourselves and towards all that hold that office.
daily encounters will give us opportunity to tend to some part of life that can benefit from loving father energies. No less
is the reminder that resides right within ourselves that greatest yet, we must Father also our own soul.
We can choose
to embrace the one sent to be the personification of teacher, especially the nuances of becoming a loving example
to the soul.
role of the father is intended to the preparer of the way and the path for the soul to meet the "initiator,"
or those that occupies the office of the Christ or the Buddha, while we, (the soul) are yet becoming.
That is why
the Father Flame at Higher Levels understands and is in his right place as protector and Guardian of the Soul. Saint Joseph,
which was an embodiment of Saint Germain, knew and fulfilled this role as Father to Jesus and Husband to Mary.
The Son or
Daughter can assist the Victory of the Father by bringing in with right measure and love their interest and awakening
of their own soul potential that it may be nurtured and helped in the presence of the Father.
immeasurable Joy in the heart of the Father that sees the progression and enfoldment of the Soul that seeks its maturity and
expression in its true God Flame. The Father's purpose is then exalted and expanded that there is the lawful and full outpouring
of gifts and divine love that the soul of the son or daughter may succor on.
then, made aright. Made a new.
ago, I had a great dream of reconciliation that opened my heart even more to my human father who died 14 years ago. This dream
showed me what I knew already that life has a transcendental quality. That we are never really separated in time and space
and it is never too late to find love and forgive, to give love and hope.
In this dream
I came upon the image of my father I mostly knew as a boy, one who was in my image ever strong and fearful, who I had know
to not express himself through love and gentleness, but by force and intimidation.
He was at
it again, and he was yelling at me, for me, I thought yet again finding something to disagree about. Except, I was no longer
slight as a boy, but more fuller in stature and countenance. Though his voice still, would seem to instill apprehension I
was really no longer threatened by him. He appeared to be infirmed in a bed and my heart in spite of our history had softened
for him, I had compassion for his soul.
As I got
closer to his bed, his upper body was still strong, his face and expression was forceful, somehow in his movements, his covering
fell off his legs as he sat up. As I looked upon him I saw his lower form was emaciated as how the muscle and tone withers
from one who has become paralyzed. I saw his skinny, unmovable legs and it deflated any sense that this man could be an opponent
for me any more. I felt again a great stream of compassion for his soul and desired that, whatever burdened his heart had
carried for life, be dissolved by my tears.
I saw my
father so deserved to go home, to be in the comfort of the great loving Father that is Spirit. I so desired for his soul,
he'd be taken to a place of healing. I knew from my own inner experiences and metaphysical studies these temples
of light existed. I felt the plight and burden of his soul, but I also believed he would be prepared for another incarnation
and I would pray for his victory.
In a way,
I hoped even in this dream he would know at our level I never desired to withhold love from him. I felt the comfort flame
come upon me and towards my father; I wanted to extend that to him. I even felt that I had become father to my own human
father in that moment.
It was in
me and I could give it to him, what I had. Maybe my life lesson with my father was so that I could learn this about this "fathering
flame" though even he may not have been able to offer it to me as a boy or as a son.
I was grateful
to God to be able to give it to him. In the dream I bent over to pick up the sheet that had fallen and then
re-covered my father. In my eyes and heart he was redeemed. He then seemed to become quieted and could then lay back
in the bed.
I was able
to leave him there, but I have realized for years after I am still discovering and solving this mystery of the gifts of the
father. As years went by I was able to realize many helpful lessons about life were transferred to me by my father's example.
It was no longer just a period of my life I tried to ignore. There were merits in our relationship and they became a basis
In a way,
I felt my own growth and understanding for my human father only left me on the "porch" of comprehending the greater more mysterious
portion of Father as Spirit.
the Spiritual axiom as above so below, what principles work on this plane, work as above. Fruitful and hopeful I remain
as things suggest I may come to sup with Him as above. Know me I am a consuming Fire! Abba (Father)