O ye two favoured handmaids of the Lord! The letter from Mother Beecher
hath been received, and truly it spoke for you both, wherefore I address
the two of you together. This seemeth very good to me, for ye two pure
beings are even as a single precious gem, ye are two boughs branched from
a single tree; ye both adore the same Beloved, ye both are longing for the
same resplendent Sun.
My hope is that all the handmaids of God in that region will unite like
unto the waves of one unending sea; for although blown about as the wind
listeth, these are separate in themselves, yet in truth are they all at
one with the boundless deep.
How good it is if the friends be as close as sheaves of light, if they
stand together side by side in a firm unbroken line. For now have the rays
of reality from the Sun of the world of existence, united in adoration all
the worshippers of this light; and these rays have, through infinite
grace, gathered all peoples together within this wide-spreading shelter;
therefore must all souls become as one soul, and all hearts as one heart.
Let all be set free from the multiple identities that were born of passion
and desire, and in the oneness of their love for God find a new way of
life.
O ye two handmaids of God! Now is the time for you to become as bounteous
cups that are filled to overflowing, and even as the reviving gusts that
blow from the Abha Paradise, to scatter the fragrance of musk across that
land. Release yourselves from this world's life, and at every stage long
ye for non-existence; for when the ray returneth to the sun, it is wiped
out, and when the drop cometh to the sea, it vanisheth, and when the true
lover findeth his Beloved, he yieldeth up his soul.
Until a being setteth his foot in the plane of sacrifice, he is bereft of
every favour and grace; and this plane of sacrifice is the realm of dying
to the self, that the radiance of the living God may then shine forth. The
martyr's field is the place of detachment from self, that the anthems of
eternity may be upraised. Do all ye can to become wholly weary of self,
and bind yourselves to that Countenance of Splendours; and once ye have
reached such heights of servitude, ye will find, gathered within your
shadow, all created things. This is boundless grace; this is the highest
sovereignty; this is the life that dieth not. All else save this is at the
last but manifest perdition and great loss.
Praise be to God, the gate of boundless grace is opened wide, the heavenly
table is set, the servants of the Merciful and His handmaids are present
at the feast. Strive ye to receive your share of this eternal food, so
that ye shall be loved and cherished in this world and the next.