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AN INVOCATION TO THE ANGELS OF COMFORT
By the Beloved Maha Chohan
Oh, world, oh world, seeking Comfort, seeking surcease form pain, disease and death! Oh mankind imprisoned in century after century of self-created shadows! Oh elemental kingdom, prisoners of the thoughts and feelings of the masses. Oh, lovely Angels pinioned, bound, exiled from home! OH, FOUR-FOOTED CREATURES THAT HAVE NO WORDS, NO POWER OF INVOCATION WITHIN YOU, NO CAPACITY FOR PRAYER, NO CONSCIOUSNESS THAT CAN REACH TO THE ETERNAL AND WHO HAVE SO FEW TO PRAY FOR YOU. Oh great forces of the elements leashed by the hand of Mercy, forces of the sea, forces of the air and forces of the earth; Oh, great forces of fire held like four great steeds by the great charioteer of Mercy.
IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING GOD, IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY SPIRIT OF THIS UNIVERSE, I draw forth that COSMIC COMFORT, those tongues of Flame into every element, every soul, and every consciousness that is. LET THERE BE COMFORT! LET THERE BE THE SURCEASE OF DISTRESS.
Oh, mighty and eternal God who has opened to me the channel of the "Bulletin” by which I might feed some of the energies of my very Self into those willing to read and ponder it! I thank you for those who have anchored the substance of my world into themselves, and there flows into them mighty streams of Cosmic Comfort.
Oh, mighty Angel Devas of Comfort, mighty and great Angels of Comfort, Seraphim and Cherubim of Comfort, Legions of Comfort from the universal, COME FORTH NOW and BRING COMFORT TO EVERY LIFESTREAM, every one, every electron on this planet and so be it!