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The Homes and Retreats of the Masters of
DARJEELING, INDIA
From April 15th
through May 14, 1953
The
Master, El Morya, Chief of the Darjeeling Council is the Great Being
whose responsibility is the guardianship and evolution the great Asiatic
continent and its peoples, as well as the Governments of the World.
His beautiful home, situated in the hills outside of the city of
Darjeeling, is the meeting place of those individuals who have dedicated
themselves to the promotion of the highest type of national and world government
and international brotherhood, based on the raising of the standards of the
individual and the nation to a Godly Estate. His Activity is the antithesis of
the communistic doctrines which promulgate the leveling of the consciousness and
personal estate of every man to the sub-normal status of the illiterate masses.
The Great Leaders who have been raised up in the constructive countries
throughout the world are under his Protection and Guidance and many of them, at
inner levels, attend the Council Meetings at Darjeeling and benefit by the
instruction and teachings of this Master of Wisdom, whose policy is based on the
actual Spiritual Government of the Father of all Life, who with his Spiritual
Hierarchy, regulates the progress and evolution of all created beings.
At this time in the history of mankind's evolution we are seeking
earnestly to know "God's Will," and it is to meet of the Great Chohan of the
First Ray, El Morya. The Will of God to the earth, that all must come in order
to understand more fully the Divine Plan and the voluntary part each one may
play in fulfilling it. For this reason the Beloved Sanat Kumara has directed the
consciousness of mankind toward the Presence of El Morya during the thirty day
period beginning on April 15th so that all who are desirous of absorbing his
Consciousness and becoming an active and actual part in expanding the Kingdom of
Heaven may have the opportunity of acquainting themselves, firsthand, with his
Consciousness, his Flame and his Ray.
As we drive out of the city of Darjeeling, the road winds slowly
upward into the foothills of the ageless mountains that stretch like unbroken
waves of an endless sea toward the far horizon. Turning off the main highway, we
enter a gracious tree lined drive, reminiscent of the spacious English
countryside, and come suddenly upon the exquisite White Palace which is the home
of El Morya in India. It is built on the oriental style of the Taj Mahal, and at
either end are rounded minarets that rise a full story above the main building.
Through the glass walls of one of these minarets, we are privileged to see the
instruments which denote the Master's keen interest in astronomy, the great
telescope and other machinery dedicated to the study of the stars and planets of
the system. The other minaret seems to be an exquisite Sanctuary, in which the
furnishings are done in royal blue and pure, unrelieved white. As we stand at
the foot of the long column of marble steps leading to the massive golden doors
on each of which is a crest of a great Master held within a chalice, unseen
hands draw the white velvet curtains around the tower rooms and they seem to
blend with the white stone of the building itself.
Our guide pulls the long chain hanging beside the great doors, and a
melodious bell sounds, reverberating through the stillness of the countryside.
The doors open silently and the splendor of the magnificent entrance hall is
revealed.
The gracefully carved double stairway arches over a most exquisite
life size tapestry of King Arthur, sitting with his Knights, at the Round Table.
Into it have been woven the glorious colors that only the Kashmiri weavers could
have drawn forth. Looking upward, a great Prism in the vaulted ceiling has
caught the natural rays of the sun and pours them in a veritable rainbow of
color into the hall below. The door on the right is closed, and again we note
the Crest of the Master woven into its elaborate design. A golden plate
signifies, in Sanskrit, that it is the Council Room of the Brotherhood.
Raising our eyes to the balcony formed by the meeting staircases, we
can see the full length portraits of many of our Master friends and this gallery
stretches beyond our line of vision in either direction, leading no doubt to the
guest rooms and the sleeping quarters of the Palace.
In the exact center of the entrance hall is a beautiful replica of
the Taj Mahal, its tallest minarets about five feet high, complete in every
detail, and the lily pool in front of it is filled with sparkling, effervescent
water and fragrant lotus blossoms of every size and color.
The door on the left hand side of the hall is open, and we can see
an exquisite drawing room, with a fire burning on the grate, and a large vase of
roses on the carved rosewood piano, the music still open upon the rack, as if
someone had just been playing there. A fine china tea service is set before the
fire and, although the whole atmosphere is the personification of splendor and
elegance, there is an atmosphere of homeliness and warmth that enters deeply
into the heart.
Suddenly, framed in the open door, stands the beautiful figure of
our Host, smiling gently, his soft brown hair falling in waves on his shoulders.
He is wearing the snow white, tapered trousers, and soft soled, seamless shoes
of the East, with the over tunic which reaches to the knees. Around his waist,
is the Royal Blue girdle, tied on the right side, each end embroidered with the
same unique design that we noted on the doors, within the Grail.
Coming forward with outstretched hands to greet us, we enter the
warm embrace of his Loving Presence and are happily drawn into the room which we
observed from the hall. We note the beautiful oil paintings, a lovely English
Manor House hanging over the mantel piece, and woven tapestries containing
phrases from those songs which our Master wrote not so long ago are grouped
along the walls. "The heart that has truly loved never forgets".
A hand carved desk stands at the far end of the room, framed in a
bay window leading out into formal gardens, the soft colors of the English
garden flowers blending with the more flagrant shades of the eastern blooms. On
the desk is a portrait of the Brother Kuthumi.
We are drawn by our Host to the fireside and a silent brother serves
us refreshment while our Host weaves for us the magic carpet on which we rise
mentally and spiritually into the world of his stories and are completely caught
up in his Consciousness and Feeling. While seemingly entertaining our outer
consciousness, we find that the substance within our brain which has blurred the
vision of our Divine Plan and the World Plan is being drawn off and we can see
clearly the pattern of our own lives unfolding before us, as well as the clear
design of the God Plan for our earth and all its evolving life. The clouds of
uncertainty and confusion drop away and we know our purpose and our reason for
being and our place in the Eternal Scheme of Things. Thank you, oh Beloved
Morya, Master of Love, for so kindly and gently revealing to us God's Will. May
we embody your Strength now and go forward to fulfill it, happily, joyously and
in full God Accomplishment through the Light which is the essence of our very
heart beat!