To the Beloved Spirit of Freedom: 

GREETINGS! BLESSINGS from the hearts of those of us who live but to loose that same Spirit through the hearts of all mankind, embodied Angels, and imprisoned elemental life on the planet Earth and abiding in its atmosphere. 

The desire for Freedom is inherent in all life. Even the smallest seedling will burst asunder a great rock to develop and mature its plan as shrub or tree. Within the soul lies the Divine Image of God which will, with greater power than the nature kingdom can evoke, assert the Spirit of Freedom and manifest itself through the outer man. It is to nourish, develop and mature this Spirit of Freedom that the Great White Brotherhood abides yet in the atmosphere of Earth and in close proximity to the consciousness of those who aspire to Freedom. 

In commemoration of the desire in the heart of our Beloved Brother, Saint Germain, to establish on Earth a brotherhood of spiritual affinity among Angels, men and elementals, we dedicate this issue of The Bridge to Freedom to HIM, to the beloved Americas which he did so much to develop and to the friends of Freedom throughout the world who are working with him toward the establishment of the Kingdom of God on Earth in this day. 

THOMAS PRINTZ, Editor

Address by

BELOVED SAINT GERMAIN 

Havana, Cuba - January 1954 

It seems but yesterday that I trod the uneven boards that comprised the deck of the Santa Maria looking at the horizon that would not yield a shore line. 

Long after the "hands" had retired at night did I pace that deck, with the taste of salt sea-spray upon my lips, as my eyes endeavored to fashion out of the clouds out of the heaving billows, out of fancy, a land that I was as sure existed as l was sure that I had hands of flesh and feet that balanced against the roll of the sea that I might stand erect. Yet, the spirit within me wearied as the days passed into weeks and the calculations I had made so carefully did not yield the achievement of the goal toward which I had set my consciousness. Into this enterprise I had woven the reluctant energies of men of vision who, believing in my purpose, chose to forego the security and safety of the known European Continent and, against the prejudice and ignorance of that day, ventured forth upon my word. 

It is not a pleasurable experience to engage the life interests and the bodily safety of men and then, in the darkness of the night, upon a chartless sea, question your own faith, knowing that not only your own but the well-being and salvation of others depended upon the accuracy of your perception. 

Can you believe the power that lies within a vision before it becomes an accepted fact? Do you know what it is to thrill to that vision before the substance of the appearance world has yielded proof of its reality? 

All this has long since passed for me, but you, again, are weaving your life energies into a vision of a free people. You, too, are on the uncharted spiritual seas, engaged on a high adventure, with sails unfurled and vision set toward an unknown shore. You have felt the exhilaration that precedes a new journey. You have felt the despondency and uncertainty that is so characteristic of the unascended consciousness which clings so tenaciously to form. 

To you I bring the conviction of my own faith in my vision, for one day the horizon did yield land and one day a green island swam before my misted eyes. One day the sun reflected on the waving palms. One day the land birds flew over the salt encrusted masts. One day my heart leapt to find my vision fact and at the same time my knees bent in gratitude to God for sustaining our course westward in the face of almost insurmountable odds. 

So, shall it be in your experience and in that of others who have touched the fringe of a vision of a God-free people, where disease, death, decay and dissolution are no longer the heritage of the human bodies of men. This vision seems as fantastic now as a globular world was to the people of the fifteen century, but nevertheless as surely a predictable fact in the future. 

You believed me then. Some of you sailed with me across those uncharted seas. You shared in my despair and you shared in my victory. You, were within the circle, who examined with me each night the length and course of our daily journey set down in that private log I carried and wherein I wrote, my knowledge of the sea we had traversed, although we kept another log for the sailors lest, in fright at knowing how far we had come from my calculated goal, they would refuse to continue on and on, and on. 

In the hold of the ship, in a small cabin we sat, the night the compass "failed," we not knowing that as we turned and sailed due West instead of North, the polar star would affect the needle. In looking at it that night we felt that our last hope was gone and yet when we faced the men next day we could not tell them that we were no longer northward bound lest they become more discouraged than they already were. Remember you, that hour? I shall never forget it through all eternity and yet, despite that seemingly small irreconcilable "defect", we did find land! 

You were among my friends. You saw San Salvador! You saw Cuba! You shared my personal agony and you shared with me the joy I felt at the hot sand firm beneath our feet, the paradise of the good steady Earth after the roll of the sea, the restful green of grass and shrub after the grey, billowy waters of the wide Atlantic! 

These are the things that burn deep into the spirit of love. They are ties of friendship that make the association of Heaven a sweet and cherished comradeship that extends all through the ages yet unborn. They are links of love written upon the sands of time. 

In the days of Atlantis, a mystical Order known as the Priests of Zadkiel was established on the present island of Cuba. A great Temple in the center of the island was presided over by that great Archangel Zadkiel and seven lesser Temples were scattered across the surface of the land. Here the purple-robed priests of Invocation wielded the power of the Violet Flame and Ray. I was among them and so were many of the friends of Freedom. 

At inner levels, after the sinking of Atlantis, the Temples of Zadkiel continued to train initiates in the power of divine alchemy, where I studied and prepared, between embodiments, to comprehend the activities of the Sacred Fire. Finally, I qualified sufficiently to be offered the guardianship of the Violet Flame and the office of Chohan of the Seventh Ray. 

Here you and others who responded to the ceremonial activities of the Seventh Ray, perfected a momentum in the use of the Sacred Violet Fire. It is regrettable that you have not drawn into your outer consciousness with sufficient intensity the remembrance of this activity so you could now perform the so-called miracles of transmutation that came easy to you then. 

If you will be conscious of the deep purple robe with the Maltese Cross down the back, which is the Vestment of the Priests and Priestesses of Zadkiel, it will help to revivify the feeling which you knew and experienced in the physical world during the height of the Atlantean culture. 

The Master Morya has made request to the Archangel Zadkiel to bring to your conscious remembrance again the power within that Sacred Fire which you once understood and practiced and I am hoping that in the near future that Great One will grace you with his Presence and instruction. 

It gives me a sense of security to know that my work is again in the hands of those who have shared and cooperated with my vision for centuries in the safe compass of the heart's love, who proved their friendship in the world of form, while yet I was filled with the errors that are the mass heritage of the human consciousness. It makes me happy that through that misted consciousness in which you still function, you are kind enough to perceive Truth and give me an opportunity to share with you eternal Truth. 

When lifestreams believe and have faith in the vision of another, they form a mighty pillar of sustained energy to hold the consciousness that bears the vision high. That feeling of trusted and trustful friends was the victory of Jesus, Morya, Kuthumi and myself and every one of us who finally stepped over the threshold into Freedom. Life and love do not forget and we who live beyond the veil do not forget fidelity and constancy. 

Rest in the arms of the Archangel Zadkiel. Feel the protecting aura of his cloak. Accept the purifying fire that flows through you and allow my Presence to do for you what your friendship in the ages past has done for me.  

SAINT GERMAIN