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The Shamballa Letter

THE MASTER MUSICIAN …SCORE …SYMPHONY

The Ascended Master Saint Germain 

When the master musician placed in my hands, the score which is to be the Presentation of the New Day, I studied it oh so carefully in the comparative privacy of my Spiritual home.  When I had thoroughly acquainted myself with the beautiful Themes, I entered the Heart of the Silence that I might join my Consciousness with the Heart-beat of the Composer, that my rendition might be the closest possible interpretation of his Vision and Design. 

Then quietly and joyously, I played over the beautiful Song of Freedom, until it sang in the beat of my Heart and became the Keynote of my Causal Body.  Thus have I become identified with the cycle of the New Day. 

Many sweet Heart friends, attracted by the Themes within this Cosmic Composition, joined me, and after listening to its Harmony and witnessing the glorious colors emitted through the sounds, joined with me in endeavoring to re-create through the individual auras and consciousness portions of this Cosmic Symphony. 

The nature of the lifestreams, the momentum of the centuries of life experience, determined the portion of the Melody each could endeavor to re-create; the deep brasses, the silver flutes, of the individual determined the ability to re-create the Melody upon the instrument of their own inner bodies.  So, we have many earnest musicians all playing at once, different tempos, and at this point, the Conductor steps upon the Cosmic Stage in the endeavor to blend such material into a harmonious whole!  Ah, I see you smile!  This is my enviable position today! It would be simple if we could put all the ‘horns’ together and all the ‘brasses’ and all the ‘strings’ but karma will not allow us to thus re-orient the orbits of the individual.  Gradually I shall endeavor to bring great order out of apparent chaos.  This is my Reason for Being!   

Looking down into the ‘orchestra pit’ my heart melts with Love for the earnest ones plucking away at an ‘unstrung harp’ or crashing through the top of a poorly constructed ‘kettle drum’.  And yet all loving the score, and so eager to join the song. 

If I were only a million men, I would string each harp again with my own hands, wiping the tears of frustration from the disconsolate musician’s eye; I would cover again the drum and fasten it securely, but I AM only ONE. 

And so, to my chelas, I give the Great Task of Loving my Orchestra into greater efficacy, and one day we shall play together a glorious Song of Freedom that shall be heard the whole wide world around, and the smallest flute and the greatest tuba will blend in a Harmony which no discord can withstand, and in that day shadow, sickness, and death itself will flee. Gabriel’s Trumpet is an instrument of that day! 

Your Friend and Counselor,

Saint Germain