Shamballa, Jewel of the Gobi Sea
Golden Age Civilizations in Ascended Master Culture

 

When you don't understand, you depend on reality. When you do understand, reality depends on you.

–Bodhidharma

 

Following the sinking of Lemuria, the Ascended Master Encyclopedia tells us that, “For a time it looked as though darkness had completely displaced Light. Beholding the defection of the race, cosmic councils voted to dissolve the planet whose people had forsaken their God; and this would have been its fate had Sanat Kumara not interceded, offering to exile himself from Hesperus, his home star of Venus, in order to keep the flame on behalf of mankind and hold the balance of Light for Terra until such a time as mankind should return to the pure and undefiled religion of their ancient fore-bearers.”

What scientists have called the Paleolithic period was actually a complete “return to the wild” by souls who had lost their civilization, and even the memory of that civilization. They returned to caveman consciousness. Some even regressed so far as to walking on all fours. The spark in the heart of the individual was nearly extinguished. Man even lost the knowledge of how to make fire.

Man: His Origin, History and Destiny tells us Earth's axis was was tilted 45 degrees, whereas it is tilted 25 degrees now. In a Summit Lighthouse dictation, the ascended master Cuzco explained that “With the fall of mankind into the lower consciousness,... the tilt of the earth and of the axis occurred. Thus the degrees of the tilt are a manifestation of the overweight and the overburden of the planet. But as mankind return to the Christ consciousness and to the awareness of the cycles of the golden age, there will occur even at the physical level the straightening of the axis that has been projected onto the screen of the etheric plane.”

Cosmic Law requires that planets carry a certain amount of Light and harmoniously-qualified energy to maintain their position in the solar system. Earth was no longer emitting constructive radiation, nor was it contributing sufficiently to the Music of the Spheres.

A council attended by representatives of our galaxy and other galaxies, chaired by Alpha and Omega, concluded to write off the Earth as a useless experience. Earth was to be swung off its axis, and dissolved. It would no longer provide opportunity for self-expression and growth.

Sanat Kumara the Ancient of Days, offered to contribute his own accumulated energy of Light to the Earth as a balance, until a worthy successor was found. He suggested that if an ascended being with sufficient Light chose to remain in the atmosphere of Earth and offer his Light as a balance for the Light-quota lacking, Earth might be saved. Sanat Kumara's twin flame, Lady Master Venus agreed to his proposal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sanat Kumara and Lady Master Venus www.tsl.org

After returning to his home-star Venus, Sanat Kumara made the announcement to his people. Volunteers from Venus offered to precede him and prepare a place for him, reminiscent of the city of Shamballa on Venus. They bade good-bye to their families, their home, and their planet, and stood before the Lords of Karma of Earth, who accepted the offer with gratitude. These volunteers would be bound to the laws of the Earth, including reincarnation, and would not be released until Earth's Light was sufficient to meet Cosmic Law. No special privileges were accorded. They knew they would no longer have consecutive consciousness between lifetimes or the thinning of the veil to directly perceive the angelic hosts.

Sanat Kumara told the story in a Pearl of Wisdom: “The Cosmic Council had decreed the dissolution of earth and her evolutions because the souls of her children no longer worshiped the Trinity in the threefold flame of life burning upon the altar of the heart.

“They had become the sheep gone astray. Their attention fixed upon the outer manifestation, they had willfully, ignorantly abandoned the inner walk with God. They knew not the hidden man of the heart, that blessed Ishvara, and the seven candles no longer burned in the seven windows.

“Men and women had become hollow, their chakras black holes in time and space; and their vacated temples became the tombs of the dead; and the spirits of the dead took up their abode within their hollowed-out houses. Thus they received the judgment of the One Hundred and Forty and Four even as their descendants would hear the denunciation of the Son of God.

“Thus the light of the temples had gone out, and the purpose to which God had created man—to be the temple of the living God—was no longer being fulfilled. One and all were the living dead, a matter vessel without an ensouling light, an empty shell. Nowhere on earth was there a mystery school-not a chela, not a Guru, no initiates of the path of initiation unto Christhood.

“The hour of the judgment had come, and the one seated upon the throne in the center of the twelve-times -twelve hierarchies of light had pronounced the word that was the unanimous consensus of all: Let earth and her evolutions be rolled up as a scroll and lit as a taper of the sacred fire. Let all energies misqualified be returned to the Great Central Sun for repolarization. Let energy misused be realigned and recharged with the light of Alpha and Omega, once again to be infused by the Creator within the ongoing creation of worlds without end.

“The requirement of the law for the saving of Terra? It was that one who should qualify as the embodied Guru, the Lamb, should be present in the physical octave to hold the balance and to keep the threefold flame of life for and on behalf of every living soul. It is the law of the One that the meditation of the one upon the Eternal Christos may count for the many, until the many once again become accountable for their words and their works and can begin to bear the burden of their light as well as the karma of their relative good and evil.

“I chose to be that one. I volunteered to be a flaming son of righteousness unto earth and her evolutions.

“After considerable deliberation, the Cosmic Council and the Nameless One gave their approval of my petition, and the dispensation for a new divine plan for earth and her evolutions came into being. For cosmic law so states that when a hierarch, of certain degrees and dimensions of cosmic consciousness, volunteers to be the shepherd of lifewaves that are the lost sheep, the petition must be granted. Where there is no Guru, there can be no chelas; where there is no shepherd, there can be no sheep. As it is written: smite the shepherd, and the sheep are scattered.

“But the Guru may be given opportunity to be Guru only for a certain cycle; and if at the end of that cycle, the members of a lifewave—by their recalcitrance and hardness of heart—have not responded as chelas to the heart flame of the Guru, then the Guru must withdraw. And that which might have been may not be, and to no other hierarch then will the dispensation be given.

“Thus I knelt before the great white throne of the Nameless One and he said unto me, “My son, Sanat Kumara, thou shalt sit upon the great white throne before the evolutions of earth. Thou shalt be to them the Lord God in the highest. Verily, thou shalt be the highest manifestation of the Deity which shall be given unto them until, through the path of initiation, their souls shall rise to thy throne of awareness and stand before thee in praise of the I AM THAT I AM which thou art. In that day when they shall rise up and say, ‘Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto him that sitteth upon the throne and unto the Lamb for ever and ever’–behold, their redemption draweth nigh.

“And he said unto me, ‘Thus unto the evolutions of earth thou shalt be Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the I AM THAT I AM, which is and which was and which is to come, the Almighty.’ And he placed upon me his mantle of sponsorship of the Father unto the Son which would become in me his sponsorship of a lifewave that he now made my own. It was a trust. It was the initiation of the Father in the Son.

“And I knelt before the Nameless One and I worshiped God, saying, ‘Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power; for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.’ And he, the Great Guru, repeated the approbation, thus completing the circle of devotion. He acknowledged the light that he and he alone had placed within my heart as the flaming image of himself, and to that image he said, ‘Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.’

“Thus I am in the Father and the Father is in me and we are one, worlds without end. And without that oneness, there can be no petition and no dispensation no matter what your level of evolution.

“And the Council of the One Hundred and Forty and Four, forming a single solar ring around the great white throne, intoned the Word with the great beings of light, forming the inner circle round about the throne and saying, ‘Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.’ And I heard the echo of their chant of the ‘Holy, holy, holy’ all the way home to the morning star, to my twin flame whom you know as Venus, and to the sons and daughters of the Love Star.

“Winged messengers of light had announced my coming and the disposition of the Cosmic Council and the dispensation granted. The six–-my brothers, the Holy Kumaras, who sustain with me the seven flames of the seven rays–Mighty Victory and his legions, our daughter Meta, and many servant sons and daughters whom you know today as the ascended masters welcomed me in a grand reception. That evening, the joy of opportunity was mingled with the sorrow that the sense of separation brings. I had chosen a voluntary exile upon a dark star. And though it was destined to be Freedom’s Star, all knew it would be for me a long dark night of the soul.

“Then all at once from the valleys and the mountains there appeared a great gathering of my children. It was the souls of the hundred and forty and four thousand approaching our palace of light. They spiraled nearer and nearer as twelve companies singing the song of freedom, of love, and of victory. Their mighty chorusing echoed throughout elemental life, and angelic choirs hovered nigh. As we watched from the balcony, Venus and I, we saw the thirteenth company robed in white. It was the royal priesthood of the Order of the Melchizedek, the anointed ones who kept the flame and the law in the center of this hierarchical unit.

“When all of their numbers had assembled, ring upon ring upon ring surrounding our home, and their hymn of praise and adoration to me was concluded, their spokesman stood before the balcony to address us on behalf of the great multitude. It was the soul of the one you know and love today as the Lord of the World, Gautama Buddha. And he addressed us, saying, ‘O Ancient of Days, we have heard of the covenant which God hath made with thee this day and of thy commitment to keep the flame of life until some among earth’s evolutions should be quickened and once again renew their vow to be bearers of the flame. O Ancient of Days, thou art to us our Guru, our very life, our God. We will not leave thee comfortless. We will go with thee. We will not leave thee for one moment without the ring upon ring of our chelaship. We will come to earth. We will prepare the way. We will keep the flame in thy name.’

“And so as the Lord God directed me, I chose from among them four hundred servant sons and daughters who would precede the hundred and forty and four thousand to prepare for their coming. For though they knew the darkness of the darkest star, in reality they did not know, as I knew, the real meaning of the sacrifice which they now were offering to make in the name of their Guru.

“We wept in joy, Venus and I and all of the hundred and forty and four thousand. And the tears that flowed on that memorable evening burned as the living sacred fire flowing as the water of life from the great white throne and the Cosmic Council, our sponsors.”

“The joy of opportunity was mingled with the sorrow that the sense of separation brings. I had chosen a voluntary exile upon a dark star. And though it was destined to be Freedom’s Star, all knew it would be for me a long dark night of the soul.

“Then all at once from the valleys and the mountains there appeared a great gathering of my children. It was the souls of the hundred and forty and four thousand approaching our palace of light. They spiraled nearer and nearer as twelve companies singing the song of freedom, of love, and of victory....As we watched from the balcony, Venus and I, we saw the thirteenth company robed in white. It was the royal priesthood of the Order of Melchizedek....When all of their numbers had assembled, ring upon ring upon ring surrounding our home, and their hymn of praise and adoration to me was concluded, their spokesman stood before the balcony to address us on behalf of the great multitude.

“It was the soul of the one you know and love today as the Lord of the World, Gautama Buddha. And he addressed us, saying, ‘O Ancient of Days, we have heard of the covenant which God hath made with thee this day and of thy commitment to keep the flame of Life until some among Earth’s evolutions should be quickened and once again renew their vow to be bearers of the flame. O Ancient of Days, thou art to us our Guru, our very life, our God. We will not leave thee comfortless. We will go with thee.’”

“Thus, they came to Earth and established the retreat of Shamballa–City of White–on an island in the Gobi Sea.” There Sanat Kumara anchored a focus of the threefold flame, and established a thread of contact with every heart on Earth by extending rays of light from his heart to their own.

There is archeological evidence that at one time there was indeed a Gobi Sea, an inland lake as large as the Mediterranean Sea. It is also referenced in Chinese history as the Great Han Hai, or “Great Interior Sea,”with abundant sedimentary deposit around the circumference of what is now the Gobi Desert.

The souls who incarnated from Venus only had an imprint left on their etheric bodies of Shamballa, prompting their heart. When these ones awoke in infant form, they looked the same as any other individual on Earth at that time. They were born in different countries, and after they reached adulthood, they left their families, and crossed several great seas and continents to find the shining city etched in their inner memory. They eventually gathered on the mainland close to the Gobi Sea, and reunited with their pilgrim brothers. One among them brought forth a vision of their purpose, which was confirmed by the other pilgrims.

Man: His Origin, History and Destiny describes the sapphire-blue waters of the Gobi Sea dashing against the Himalayan Mountains. Another dictation speaks of “swiftly moving waters,” suggesting the Gobi Sea had at least one inlet and outlet. On the Gobi Sea was an island with lush green foliage, where they decided to build Shamballa. Hills not too far from the Gobi Sea were occupied by savage, laggard members of the human race.

Next, marble and stone was found to build Shamballa. Conditions were similar to those encountered today. By the labor of their hands, these ones precipitated the vision held in their minds. “From all over the world they carried by the sweat of the brow and not in mystic chariot, all the tremendous pieces of marble and the various other heavy stones that formed the mighty edifices. They used the most beautiful materials the Earth could offer. Some among them, who were powerful in the use of magnetization, helped them in the erecting of some of these stones, weighing tons.”

The first task was to build a beautiful bridge connecting the mainland with the island. It was carved of the finest marble, ingrained with pure gold, and contained exquisite figures of cherubim. Adjacent to the bridge on the White Island was a tree-lined avenue, which led to the main temple meant to become Sanat Kumara's residence. It was built on the highest point of the city. Marble steps led to it, broken by grassy terraces placed at intervals of about twelve steps. These terraces were adorned with colored flowers and rainbow-hued fountains.

The great door of the temple was of tremendous height. Lovely fountains adorned the front of the building. Its golden filigree work reflected the sun like a gigantic mirror. The main temple itself, as well as the remainder of the city, was built using white marble. This is why it was called “White Island” or “City of White.” The temple for Sanat Kumara looked similar to the Taj Mahal. White minarets pointed heavenward, and golden-domed temples gave the impression of a gigantic fire-lotus suspended in the atmosphere.

Construction was frequently interrupted by destructive hordes, who came down from the hills, killed the builders, and destroyed their work. As soon as their souls were disconnected from their physical bodies, they applied again to the Lords of Karma to quickly be allowed to reincarnate. This request was always granted. Undauntedly for nine hundred years, the builders of Shamballa continued their service of love. They brushed away the rubble and started anew, sometimes having to even rebuild the very foundation of the temples.

The time came when Cosmic Law would not allow the Earth any more energy, and Sanat Kumara would have to come whether the city was completed or not. Working against time-–the city and the temple were finished. The builders were happy and grateful and knelt before God and Sanat Kumara. This was the first Thanksgiving on the planet.

Shamballa was so magnificent, the likes of which have never been seen on Earth before or since. After arriving, Sanat Kumara drew forth the immortal Threefold Flame of God. The concentration of that flame had never been known on Earth before, because it represented the vibratory action of the planet Venus. A tiny thread of this flame was anchored into the heart of each of the ten billion lifestreams belonging to Earth's evolutions, whether in or out of embodiment.

The crisis passed and Earth was saved. Sanat Kumara founded the Great White Brotherhood of ascended and unascended adepts to help Earth's children awaken to their responsibility of maintaining the Light for the planet. The service of this spiritual order was to teach Cosmic Law, and to draw interested students into the Brotherhood. The first two to respond were Gautama Buddha and Lord Maitreya. From this small beginning, the Brotherhood has gained in strength and numbers throughout the centuries.

Sharing now The Legend of the Ancient of Days, a poem I wrote so many years ago. It includes beautiful illustrations by Marius Michael George and was translated in many world languages, published at www.sanatkumara.online

 

 

A long time ago
On a star far away
A great council assembled
In solemn array.

The question weighed heavy
On everyone’s mind—
T’was the fate of the Earth,
What to do with mankind.

The planet was burdened
With discord and strife
Human beings had forgotten
The purpose of life.

They had even begun
To walk down on all fours
In their eyes and their souls
God’s great light shone no more.

“Earth must be dissolved,”
The cosmic council decreed
“Her energy returned
To the great primal sea.”

I, Sanat Kumara
Arose from my chair
And invoked Opportunity
From those who were there:

“Let us give them a chance
And perhaps over time
These ones will remember
They once were divine.

“I will show them the way
I will be the front line
And bring mercy to Terra
If you would change your mind.”

“My Son,” said an elder,
“You know the law well—
You will be tied to Terra
Until your ranks swell.

“To win back her people
The flame in your heart
Must inspire them to love
And become Freedom’s Star.

“These are new beginnings
For children of man
By your grace we do grant them
A fresh divine plan.”

I gratefully knelt
Before the Great White Throne
Where the Nameless One blessed me
As I left for home.

“My son, they will call you
The Ancient of Days
To the Great Spirit in you
Give glory and praise.

“You are known throughout cosmos
For your eternal youth
May your Word now spring forth
Like a fountain of truth.

“I anoint you with Spirit
The I AM THAT I AM,
The ark of the covenant
And the embodied Lamb.”

On my shoulders descended
A mantle of light
Power, glory and honor
Love, wisdom and might.

I bid the council adieu
And returned to my star
Where fair Venus awaited
With Holy Kumaras.

Winged messengers had announced
The cosmic council’s decision:
That Earth was now granted
A new dispensation.

Our daughter Meta greeted
Me home with a kiss.
“Father, we’re thankful,” she said
“For your courage and faith.”

Though we rejoiced that night
In a grand ball reception,
Our hearts were weighed down
By a measure of sadness.

The pain of separation
Could not be eclipsed
As we thought of the loved ones
We most surely would miss.

Many eons would pass
Before we’d meet again
Our mission accomplished
Our victory at hand.

Twilight dropped upon us
A blanket of peace,
Our twin star gently twinkled
With ethereal surcease.

Then I looked to the mountains
And to my surprise,
Mine eye caught a spiral
Of light hovering nigh.

T’was the souls of my children—
Hundred forty four thousand
Approaching our palace
With joyful compassion

The anthem of brotherhood
That echoed below
Still rings clear through these valleys:
Solstice Ode to Joy.

They reached for our balcony,
Stopped, lifted their eyes,
Then stepped forth to address me
’Neath violet skies.

I saw in their leader
My beloved son
Whose loyal steadfastness
Was rivaled by none.

 

“Our Father,” he said,
“We have heard of your plight.
We will not let you down,
We will fight the good fight.

“We will prepare the way
We will help tend the flame
We will spread love and light
We will speak in your name.

“We will be at your side
When you enter the fray;
We will go first to Earth,
To keep evil at bay.”

Their love was so touching
Their service so rare
We were moved beyond words
By their life-giving prayer.

These hundred forty four
Thousand, my lady and I
Wept together for joy;
Angel legions stood by.

Then I called from among them
An hundred forty four
To become our forerunners
In this epic untold.

The veil was now drawn
The heaven world left behind
Clothed in bodies of flesh
They were born of mankind.

Neither castle nor palace
Would be their Earth home
Rather shacks, caves and huts
Humble hearths carved of stone.

They waxed strong and matured
In the ways of their kin
Yet their souls would oft stir,
With an urge to transcend.

T’was a deep inner memory
That could not be erased
A magnificent city
That would now be their fate.

Came a day they set forth—
Friends and family behind,
To sail for blue horizons
And seek holy ground.

Hearts brimming with passion,
Pressing on day and night,
Only intuition to guide them
Toward the appointed site.

From four corners of Earth
These great pilgrims arrived
Mighty warriors of spirit
Crossing lands, seas and skies.

The Gobi Sea was the place
Destiny had assigned
For these men to accomplish
Their purpose sublime.

The pilgrims had reached
Their final destination
Then one among them came forward
To speak of a vision:

 

“A resplendent white city
Is ours to erect
Reminiscent of Venus ’n
Divine architects.

“On a lush, verdant island
Seven temples our feat
Focusing sacred fire
In alabaster retreats.

“A beautiful bridge
Will be our first task
Over sapphire blue waters
Where others can pass.

“Fashioned with pure white marble
Engrained with finest gold,
Lined with sweet cherubs carved
Mem’ries of days of old.”

By the sweat of their brow
Initiating the task
They hauled rocks, stones and metal;
Nine hundred years passed.

Down from neighboring hills
Savage hordes would attack
To destroy what was built
Cosmic goal now set back.

Determined and constant
The pilgrims kept their pace
Lifting up from the rubble
Planting trees in its place.

At the top of the island
The main temple was raised
Where Sanat Kumara’s
Blessed feet one day would graze.

Twelve marble steps
Leading up to the throne
That was framed with perfection
By a high gilded dome.

A massive gold door
Shimmering rays in the sun
Like a gigantic mirror
To welcome each one.

Tall trees lined the path
Leading up to the gate
Reflecting pools, rainbow fountains
Vibrant floral parquets.

A sacred space was created
Where brotherhood shone
The builders called it Shamballa
To remind them of home.

The task was completed
The altars were groomed
With delicate flowers
Picked from most fragrant blooms.

Sanat Kumara would come now
For time had run short.
To depart unto Earth
With his devoted court.

He bid his lady farewell
In a poignant embrace
And ascended o’er Hesperus
Into stellar space.

The souls that convened
Offered sweet hymns of praise
And he blessed them sincerely
With affectionate gaze.

Then to their amazement
Midst a brilliant light trail
He vanished away
Like a comet’s vast tail.

In Shamballa the builders
Waited with bated breath
For their lord to appear
So to give Earth a rest.

The birds hushed their singing
The seas ceased their sway
And all nature grew silent
On this momentous day.

Slow and majestic
His feet touched the ground
Then all life felt his presence
Though there was not a sound.

Fresh peace, hope and comfort
Each troubled soul stilled
As his Great Spirit swept
Over woods, lakes and hills.

Withered flowers that drooped
With new strength raised their heads,
And the laughter of children
Was heard once again.

The builders were happy
They wearied no more
And knelt in Thanksgiving
To honor their Lord.

Then upon the altar
The Ancient of Days
With a powerful fiat
Invoked a dazzling flame.

Threefold and immortal,
Pink, Yellow and Blue
Fount of love, wisdom, power
Precious life renewed.

From each flickering plume
Flashed forth filigree threads
To connect each one’s heart
In a mystical web.

The crisis was over
The planet sustained,
And the Earth was redeemed
For a new golden age.

Now the end of this story
Is yours to create
As you search in your soul
For the keys it contains.

Close your eyes, try to see
Your mighty threefold flame
Anchored deep in your heart
’Tis your spiritual claim.

Pulsating, blazing
It waxes and spins
Helping you find your mission
So you too can ascend.

 

Archangel Uzziel by Marius Michael George

The teachings from the I AM Movement and the Bridge to Freedom explain that as a result of cataclysmic action, the Gobi Sea was changed to a desert, and the physical buildings of Shamballa were destroyed, but an etheric counterpart of the retreat was created. The story goes even deeper. The Ascended Master Encyclopedia mentions that there were two kinds of Venusians: the Venusians of great light who came to ensoul the flame and culture of divine love on earth, and those stubborn souls who used beauty to preserve a status quo of materialism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shamballa www.ethericretreats.com

 

Elizabeth Clare Prophet gave a lecture at Summit University where she described those who, for many a year, scoffed at Sanat Kumara and his followers, calling themselves the “realists.” She said, “Shamballa is the great city of light that was built for Sanat Kumara when he came with his legions of light from Venus and offered himself to be the sponsor, the Guru, of planet Earth in one of Earth’s darkest hours, when all the people had lost their light, their threefold flame, and had descended not only to levels of barbarism but almost to the animal state.

“The city of Shamballa was intact in the physical octave in the island in the Gobi Sea about 9400 B.C. We visit at the moment that the scene is shown to us. A ceremony is being performed. Sanat Kumara and his consort, Lady Master Venus, are officiating.

“The ceremony takes place at a great pyramid-shaped temple of white marble. A staircase extends from the top to the bottom of the pyramid. In two lines from bottom to top of the stairs are ascended lord and lady masters in Venusian garb. They wear helmets with wings on either side—the kinds of helmets that we might associate with God Mercury. They are dressed in mother-of-pearl-colored robes and have long blond hair.

“Sanat Kumara is leading a holy chant in an unknown tongue. Suddenly the atmosphere is broken by raucous cries and derisive laughter. They belong to a group who call themselves the “Realists.” They no longer remember their home on Venus. They prefer to call it a religious myth. They make up fifty percent of Shamballa’s population.

“Shamballa is a city as well as a temple of light. Sanat Kumara and Lady Master Venus, as well as the true Venusians, have hidden the sacred mysteries from these Realists.

“Suddenly there is a rumbling sound. The city, the temple and all of the participants in this ceremony disappear from view. The Realists, including the group which had disturbed the ceremony, find themselves standing in the middle of a desert. The beautiful gardens and vegetation that surrounded the city have also disappeared. They live out the rest of their days as nomads. This is another example of those of the light bowing to the will of the inhabitants, the occupants of the area....”

Archangel Zadkiel also spoke of this event in a dictation through Prophet. He said, “As many of you know, Sanat Kumara, hierarch of Venus, came to earth in her darkest hour to keep the flame of Life for earth’s evolutions. The Cosmic Council had decreed the dissolution of the planet because not a single soul was giving adoration to the God Presence.

“Sanat Kumara’s goal was to reignite the threefold flame in the hearts of those who had forfeited that divine spark through abuse. Yet by cosmic law he could not and he cannot reignite that flame unless the soul who has lost it is willing to balance the karma he has made in his violation of the threefold flame throughout the centuries. For in violating the flame, the soul violates the Persons of the Trinity, who embody that flame–Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

“One hundred and forty-four thousand stalwart sons and daughters of the planet Venus volunteered to accompany Sanat Kumara to earth. Four hundred from among them formed a retinue to go before him to build the legendary Shamballa on an island in the Gobi Sea. Subsequently that land became desert, because some of Earth's evolutions, scoffed at the Lord Sanat Kumara and his devotees.

“In one day, Shamballa was transported to the etheric octave. And where there had once been a magnificent city, suddenly there was only desert. Those who stood by and beheld Shamballa literally rise into the heavens and disappear beyond the clouds were left standing on the desert floor, gaping in wonderment.

“The story of Shamballa is the story of a dispensation lost for the failure on the part of many to receive a great hierarch of light. The people’s karma descended in a day because they neither revered nor obeyed the Lord Sanat Kumara. It is another episode in the archives of a planet in which a dispensation was lost because of the sin of ingratitude.

“Shamballa, great city of light and retreat of Sanat Kumara, O how we extol thee! O Lord of the Seven Lights, we would give our very lives to woo mankind back to their God estate!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gobi Desert

 

On January 1, 1956, Sanat Kumara placed his mantle on Lord Gautama Buddha, who now presides as Hierarch of Shamballa. Today, Gautama Buddha sustains the tie to the threefold flames of all mankind. It will be sustained until each individual makes his ascension in the light or goes through the ritual of the Second Death. In a dictation published by the Summit Lighthouse, Gautama Buddha said: “The very same Cosmic Council that met aeons ago concerning the fate of Terra is meeting this night. And when the Mother of the Flame takes leave of her body this night in sleep, she will attend this council meeting, which concerns once again the fate of earth.

“Long ago, the council decided that earth should no longer remain a focus in time and space. It was then that Sanat Kumara said, ‘Wait, I will go and keep the flame. I will go and keep the vigil for mankind.’ And so you know the story of the coming of the Ancient of Days and of the legions of the Holy Kumaras, the story of the building of Shamballa, the story of the Yule log being lighted by the Lord of the World each year, symbol of the fire of the threefold flame.

“And so when I went out in my search for God and I began to rise and the energies of Mother began to rise within me and I found the opening of the crown and the thousand-petaled lotus burst forth—and through the crown I ascended to the plane of the Christ and the plane of the I AM Presence and to the light of the white-fire core of the I AM Presence— I found myself standing before the Lord of the World, Sanat Kumara.

“And he said to me, ‘My Son, you are the first of the first-fruits of earth to return to the paradise of God. You are the first to respond to my flame. You are the first to come home.’

“And I knelt in silence. And for a long time, we communed in the embrace of Father and Son. And the gratitude of the Ancient of Days was the anointing of my being and the reward of any sacrifice, if one could call it that, which I had made. And so we began the period of the teaching, the forty-nine days, when I sat under the Bo tree communing with the Ancient of Days. Forty-nine days for the giving of the teaching. Can you take any less?

“Count yourself worthy of the teaching. Count yourself humble to receive it. Count yourself among the meek who would inherit the earth. Count yourself among the peacemakers who are called the children of God. Count yourself among those who would be emptied that they might be filled.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Western Shamballa www.ethericretreats.com

The Ascended Master Encyclopedia tells us that Sanat Kumara stayed in the etheric retreat of Shamballa until 1956, when he was able to return to Venus, through the efforts of students of the Bridge to Freedom. These students had increased the Light quota of the Earth by constructively qualifying energy, thereby creating the necessary conditions for Sanat Kumara's return.

Sanat Kumara, retaining the title of Regent Lord of the World, returned to his twin flame, Lady Master Venus, who had kept the flame for him on Venus during his long exile. From Venus, he continues his service with the Great White Brotherhood and the advanced evolutions of his home star on behalf of planet Earth.

We find a description of the retreat of Shamballa in The Masters and their Retreats, and in the Ascended Master Encyclopedia: “The main temple of Shamballa is marked by a golden dome and is surrounded by terraces, flame fountains and seven temples—one for each of the seven rays—situated on a wide avenue resembling the Champs-Elysées, lined with trees and flowers, flame fountains and tropical birds including bluebirds of happiness. The altar of the threefold flame is in the main temple, where the star of Sanat Kumara is hung from the ceiling over the altar. This, the principal focus of the threefold flame upon the planet, was established by Sanat Kumara when he came long ago. Through it, he connected a ray from his heart to every lifestream evolving on the planet, and thus assisted their Holy Christ Selves to raise mankind’s consciousness back to the place where they could be taught the laws of self-mastery.

“In past ages, people would come each year from many miles to witness the visible, physical sacred fire and to take home a piece of wood consecrated by Sanat Kumara to light their fires through the coming year. Thus began the tradition of the Yule log, commemorating the return to the fire of Christhood.

“Sanat Kumara founded the activities of the Great White Brotherhood on the planetary level, and their headquarters remain here today. Here the masters train messengers to go forth with the teachings of the Christ, adapted to every level of human consciousness. Each year the fruits of all endeavors made by angels, elementals and representatives of the Brotherhood in the world of form are returned to Shamballa in the fall and are brought to the feet of the Lord of the World. The angels come on Saint Michael’s day, September 29th. The elementals come at the end of October and representatives of the Brotherhood at the end of November, when in America the feast of gratitude is celebrated at Thanksgiving.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shamballa by Nicholas Roerich

“In the legends of the East, Shamballa is the name of a mythical kingdom, an earthly paradise, said to exist somewhere between the Himalayas and the Gobi desert. Ancient Tibetan texts describe the kingdom as a beautiful place in an inaccessible part of Asia, formed of eight regions, each surrounded by a ring of snow-capped mountains and therefore looking like an eight-petaled blossom. It is an idyllic country free of strife and crime, whose inhabitants have attained great spiritual development and powers.”

“The kingdom of Shamballa plays a central role in Tibetan Buddhism. Author Edwin Bernbaum writes that the sacred texts of the Tibetans speak of Shamballa as a mystical kingdom hidden behind snow peaks somewhere north of Tibet. There a line of enlightened kings is supposed to be guarding the most secret teachings of Buddhism for a time when all truth in the world outside is lost in war and the lust for power and wealth. Then, according to prophecy, a future King of Shamballa will come out with a great army to destroy the forces of evil and bring in a golden age. Under his enlightened rule, the world will become, at last, a place of peace and plenty, filled with the riches of wisdom and compassion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gobi Desert

“The texts add that a long and mystical journey across a wilderness of deserts and mountains leads to Shamballa. Whoever manages to reach this distant sanctuary, having overcome numerous hardships and obstacles along the way, will find there a secret teaching that will enable him to master time and liberate himself from its bondage. The texts warn, however, that only those who are called and have the necessary spiritual preparation will be able to get to Shamballa; others will find only blinding storms and empty mountains—or even death. Tibetans believe Shamballa still exists today as an earthly paradise from which will issue the golden age of the future.

“The Dalai Lama, the exiled ruler of Tibet, feels that the kingdom has a material existence in this world, but that one must reach an advanced level of spiritual attainment to find or recognize it. Other Tibetans see recent events, in particular the destruction of much of Buddhism in Tibet and elsewhere in Asia, as indications that the future king of Shamballa will soon come out of his hidden sanctuary to defeat the forces of materialism and establish a golden age of spirituality.”

The Ascended Master Encyclopedia mentions an old story that tells of a young man who sets off in search of the mythical kingdom. After crossing many mountains, he comes to the cave of an old hermit, who asks where he is going. “To find Shamballa,” the young man replies. “Ah! Well then, you need not travel far,” the hermit says, echoing the words of Jesus. “The kingdom of Shamballa is in your heart.”

Sharing several dictation excerpts from Gautama Buddha published by the Summit Lighthouse. “Blessed ones, from the sands of the Gobi, from the quietude of our heart, we come this night to once again greet the blessed evolutions of this planet. Our hope is that a continued flow of our peace will so saturate mankind that they will desire to manifest the wonders of our grace. And so, from the Gobi, from Shamballa we come, and it is to the spirit of revelation celestial that we dedicate ourselves this night to bring to you an understanding of the reverent word Gobi.”

“That motto of our retreat has never changed. It is Go Be. Go be!”

“The most wondrous concept of identity—“Go Be!” Go referring to man going forth from the heart of the Father and Be referring to man just simply being that which the Father is. Do you see that as man stands on the sandy platform of this great reality, on the broad desert plain, he stands forth doing the Father’s will, simply being what the Father is?”

“Now go be. Go be that God without compromise. Do not be concerned with those who look for flaws, for even the flaws are God’s energy. And you may tell those who have perceived a flaw, “By and by I will transmute that flaw, and when I do you will not see me any longer!” For you see, the one who sees the flaw will not see the Christ that you become.”

“We will simply laugh in the joy of the flame as we ascend on its currents. And I trust that you will remember the laughter of God, even the laughing Buddha, for the joy, the joy of the bubbling of the crystal of life and the flowing waters is continuous without ceasing. And the joy echoes and the laughter is reflected by the fairies and the elementals and the undines.

“Let laughter ring! It is joy! It is New Year! Let us sing! Let us sing the new song, the new song of the New Jerusalem. Let us sing of Camelot. Let us sing of Venus and of Mercury and of Helios and Vesta and of stars and stars beyond.

“You can walk the earth and be the God Star Sirius and be the serious one and yet be full, be full of fun. Remember the fohat of union. The fohat of union–that is fun, that is the energy we release. There is the time to consider, then, the seriousness of life and the space to consider the seriousness of life, but always and always and always, when you find God in the stillness of the flame of Shamballa, you find the joy that is the overcomer of all problems, all burdens, all unrealities. In joyousness, then, let us go forth this year.

“We have dispensations. We have gifts in our pack. As Saint Nicholas we come. We come with something for everyone. It is a year of the outpouring of the gods. Remember, this is the year when God has said, I will save the earth. I will come to earth. I will live in the heart of Mother and her children. What is there to fear? What is there to doubt? What is left but God, God, God?

“In the awe of that flame, I AM Gautama, born of the sun, born of the stars, born of the wind. In the stillness of that flame in your heart, in the interval within the stillness of the flame, I AM the Buddha. Just as you see me here in this statue, I AM there. And I desire to anchor my light through this focus. And therefore, will you not place a replica of that focus where you can see me when you rise in the morning and see me before you retire in the evening? For I would wink at you. I would wink away the problems of the day and then I would smile and take you by the hand and say,

Precious soul, come with me.
Come with me to the promised land.
We have miles and miles to go and lots of light to reap,
Miles and miles to go and that dharma that we must keep.
We have miles and miles to go,
Across the pathway, through the snow,
Miles and miles to go
To visit now the God I know, I know, I know.”

 

 

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