Messages from Agni Yoga for the 24th and 25th of December

Agni Yoga's post of the day:



December 24^th
221. Each book of the Teaching carries an inner task. If brutality can make fun of Brotherhood, this will be the worst kind of savagery. Let people find the strength to restrain themselves from derision. Derision is not acuteness of mind. Humor is contained in a wise attitude toward events taking place, but the gaping mouth of the dull-witted is a disgrace to humanity. Is it a game, when humanity becomes the plaything of madness? They will meet with success who uplift the Chalice with clean hands.

derision:

1.	ridicule; mockery: The inept performance elicited derision from the audience.

2.	an object of ridicule.

well, that's yesterday's already.... my day doesn't start until 4:18 am as a rule and by the 24 hr clock, it is technically, by the time-space continuum and cultural dictates that we commonly agree on, the 25th of December. I hope that you enjoy this one and that your christmas and holidays are times of healing and Joy.

So here's Agni Yoga 's morsel for the day:

December 25^th. Selections from Leaves of Morya’s Garden, I, The Call

3. Those who are obsessed with matters of the earthly world
can receive no answers from the Heights.
Fate can be overcome if you manifest the Christ,
Who sacrificed Himself for Truth.
21. A pure prayer ever ascends.
At the feet of Christ it blossoms, silvery and radiant.
24. Beseech Christ.
Search for the joy of turning to the Creator.
Learn, and unlock the Gates of Knowledge,
And affirm yourselves in understanding the Divine Plan.
27. I bestow My Wisdom upon you.
I am not a bridge built of promises,
but verily the Light that calls to you.
I teach love. My disciples must realize happiness
in the love of Christ.
51. Powerful, exalted visions require pure surroundings,
and prana.
Christ’s deeds were consummated
amidst the beauties of nature.
Never did He dwell for long in cities.
72. The Spirit of Christ breathes
across the desert of life.
Like a spring It wears Its way through the solid rocks.
In the milky firmament It radiates in lights beyond
counting, and rises upward in the stem of every flower.
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Letters of Helena Roerich, Vol. I

ahhh, I enjoyed that one.

it's almost early again

Man, if I keep getting to this at 2 in the morning, I may never get anything inspiring published!
Note to self:
pay attention to the times of the day that you are most inspired to write.... and do it then.