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The Tonti Conection
By: A La Lansun

On July 24 I reached 88 years of existing on this planet, and this is a most important question that keeps coming to mind.

Where did Silence go?   Maybe these questions supply the answer.

• Are you so “informationally informed” that you have completely lost touch with the inner compass divine energy gave you as your birth-day present?
• Are you ignoring precious moments of contact with nature’s powerful wisdom because they can’t compete with the ballgame coming from the device used at the beach or in a woodland park?  A monotonous voice that drowns out life’s message carried on the waves, and the wisdom being relayed through bird song and wind in sighing pine trees?
• Must you carry technology's endless chatter even into the forced, soul-welcome  quiet of a long car trip?
• What do you and your friends text about?  Will it matter two years from now?  Does it solve a real problem?  Are you any wiser, or just “informed,” after your conversation? 
• Have you ever noticed the clay feet on a lot of the “idols” you rave about?

It seems to me that my daughter’s generation was the last generation that knew what silence actually was. Or how important it is to our general welfare.

Frankly, I’m glad I’m eighty-eight.  I hope they’re right and a “new world” is now in the making. Maybe somewhere in the process people will become sufficiently crazy from the constant noise to demand that the first rule of the new world be:  Reintroduce Silence!

But I doubt if anybody under the age of fifty even knows what I’m talking about. 

A Lá Lansün
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Modern civilization has made woman a little wiser, but . . .
she became the victim of the present;  . . .In the past she walked
blindly in the light, but now she walks open-eyed in the dark.
                                                                        ---Kahlil Gibran*

    He was shiny clean, even dressed in cutoff shorts and an old T-shirt.  An old bicycle held a worn bag of tools.  The red setter with him wagged a friendly greeting, unimpressed by my dog's bold challenge from behind the safety of the screen door.
    "I trim palm trees for a living."
    Like a conditioned reflex, the rent increase, high utility bills and other financial demands crossed my mind.  My answer was sharp and automatic:  "I'm sorry.  I'm renting, and I paid for those trees to be trimmed last year, but my landlord. . ."
    "You weren't repaid.  I'm sorry."  Warm brown eyes told me he really was sorry.  There was something about his physical movement and speech that hinted at a slight handicap of some kind, but his manner was open.  And by the sincerity of his answer, there was no handicap on his heart. 
    I closed the door firmly on Arizona's summer heat.  Then it hit!  Why hadn't I at least offered a cool drink of water to both the man and the friendly dog?  Was my heart handicapped?  Something tight snapped inside me; I felt a sudden rush of tears.  I also felt shame.  But when I ran outside to call him back, he was already way down the block.  I watched the bicycle and dog turn the corner at the end of the block.
    I tried to check the tide of rising shame I felt by logic.  I'm not a cruel person.  I keep a birdbath filled; I help strays, both animal and human, if I can. But something inside wasn't fooled.  I saw with lightning clarity how completely I'd fallen into the trap.  Money.  Everything measured and weighed and decided by its dollar outlay.  And the defensive fear this creates when the outgo always seems to exceed the income.
    I wasn't always like this. Once I had an inner knowing that saw past appearances, beyond spoken words to read the heart of others no matter what the situation or circumstance.  Yet the constant expense to keep an old car running, a demanding job and, most of all, the pressure of being a woman alone with the full responsibility of a child had dimmed my sensitivity to the need of another.
    I saw something else, mind-shaking in its impact.  How many other women are experiencing this same change?  Thrust into a competitively oriented society, struggling against many inequities, what happens to our nature?  Our very unpreparedness for so many responsibilites works against us.  Centuries of a role of passiveness and submissiveness have not equipped us to cope with so many new situations. Called upon to fill so many roles at once:  breadwinner, homemaker, mother-father, housekeeper, errand boy, chauffeur, bookkeeper -- the list seems endless.  Is it any wonder we sometimes feel we cannot cope with it all? 
    With  today's high divorce rate some men may also be experiencing many new demands for the first time because for how how long did women handle the details that allowed their mates to concentrate on the business of earning a living.  Getting clothes to the cleaner and children to after-school activities; handling deliveries, repairmen; settling sibling disputes before daddy gets home, taking care of a sick child, preparing endless meals and washing endless loads of clothes.  How many women are still handling most of these details plus an outside job? And some are handling it alone. 
    How many men find these duties have now been added?  I didn't  meet many men during my after-divorce years who could handle all of it when children were involved -- even with the help of a housekeepr or weekly cleaning woman.   A lot of them solved the problem by remarrying quickly if they could find someone who'd take on the job.
    I also learned the hard way that equal education and ability were no guarantee I'd receive equal oportunity and pay.  There were still too many men in managerial positions who believed:  "Oh, she'll just work till she gets married again and some man will suppprt her.  So why pay more?"  Or the other cop-out: "Why take the pay away from a man with a family to support?"
    No one ever explained to me why that didn't also apply to me when I had a family to support. This attitude may have been more pronounced in the fifties and sixties, but it still exists, especially in some large corporations. And I've watched a kind of Sisterhood gradually replace the touted female rivalry of the past.  Was this much maligned competitiveness, mirrored in novels and plays, ever really a part of woman's true nature?  Or was it forced on us by the limited opportunities women had, which guaranteed competition for male support and vicarious prestige?   Are we still bowing before standards predicated on income, prestige, and power?  What happens to the real strength of women when measured by these standards?
    I couldn't stop the rush of insight or the tears.  I didn't want to.  I let the feeling of shame for my insensitivity to another wash over and through me -- full force!  It was a cleansing flow; too long denied, too long delayed.  I let the insight continue.  I had some soul-searching to do; some hard questions to explore.  If I had denied so much of my true nature, what I had already lost was more valuable than anything I had gained.
    How and when had I turned my back on the woman of me and accepted the shallow measurement that uses a dollar as a yardstick of my worth?  When had fear taken over as the prime mover of my decisons and actions?  Had it secretly happened to other women I knew?  If so, have we sacrificed the inner quality that is Woman's special contribution to the world -- our abiity to nourish, to sustain, to inspire? Great womem have always fought for human rights and the dignity of the human spirit rather than for their own aggrandizement or financial reward.
    Our men do admirably in so many areas of life, but they don't have all the answers to the difficult questions facing the world taday.  Nature reflects a polarity balance -- yin and yang, working in harmony to keep things straight. Women should reach for positions of authority and power, but only if we use these positions and power to balance human affairs.
    Men have had centuries to learn how to deal with the situations many of us are facing for the first time.  No wonder we sometimes meet situtations very emotionally; no wonder our stress indicator goes off the chart! We're struggling to find out who we are in this transitional age.  We're developing logic and impersonal attention, but we are often still victims of too much empathy and not enough self-assurance and sense of self-worth.

THE CHALLENGE

The challenge is good!  We need to balance our emotional nature with mental clarity and a degree of detachment and discernment.  We need to be assertive when principles are at stake.  There's a lot of down-home wisdom in the saying "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world."  But what are we doing to help the growing number of women who struggle alone to make ends meet? What are we doing to change an economic system that demands two salaries to have a home and ignores the result -- children,  guardians of our future, often left to the care of others who may not be qualified for this important job?
    Yet money always seems to be available to build more prisons!
    And what about our confusing role in sexual encounters? The media tells us we are man's equal. But look at the physical difference in such an enounter.  Man projects - woman accepts.  He releases - she receives.
    Receives what? That is the question she should ask.
    The Women's Liberation Movement arrived on time because it has its roots in the needs of all people.  It is a struggle for dignity, for a sense of worth, for the right to give and receive love and respect.  The right to use talents and abiities constructively.  Perhaps more is asked of women today than at any other time in our history because rigid rules have been relaxed, which creates new demands. 
     The world needs the wisdom of the heart as well as the wisdom of the mind.  It may continue to be propped up by technology, but will it be worth occupying?
    I opened the door one sweltering August day to see a childlike man and a friendly red dog.  But they opened a larger door in me.  A door I had almost forgotten.
     I was the one who received a cool drink of water that day.

_____________________
*The Broken Wings:  The Citadel Press, Inc., New York, NY,1957. Translator: Anthony B. Ferris.

Copyright (c) 2007 by Anne Forrest Elmore

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PRAYER OF LIGHT

The clouds obscuring from man's sight his own reality
Will lift as Love, the inner Light confirms identity.
On earth the swelling tide shall rise
of might, firm-fixed in force;
But ever from dawn's clearing skies,
angelic hands still guide man's course.
Man shall remember and return
  To Sun of Being --- Source.

O, Christ of me, gird up thy loins and meet the bitter fray. 
Let me not desert the field till Light has won the day. 
Keep faithful still my gentle heart.
Let strong my courage be. 
Tho I may blunder, doubt and fall,
lift high thy lamp for me to see. 
Hold fast my hand. 
Thy grace impart. 
  Till Love shall conquer all -- in me.
          (c) 2006 A La' Lansun

Join us Friday, June 4th, 2010 @ 2 PM Pacific time and participate in
an interesting discussion of this important topic with A La Lansun. 

 See audio of conference on Reflections of Light page.

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Copyright (c) 2010 A La' Lansun

    In our society males are traditionally reared in the old competitive mode of the animal kingdom. So with women's advancement in fields previously  considered male territory, how he reacts depends on the man.  If by early conditioning,  or because of emotional immaturity, a man already considers women inferior, what does this do to his male pride? Could the increasing violence toward women be an expression of emotional insecurity and unresolved anger?  Of his inability to cope with the decline of long-held traditional roles?
   What does a man feel, how does he react when he suddenly discovers that the old rules of "keep 'em barefoot and pregnant" no longer need to hold us back?  And if the loss of accepted power to dominate a woman is an underlying cause of increasing violence toward women, how can we help men realize what we are really asking of them? That far from reducing their role in our relationship. we are asking them to give more of their reality to us.
   The macho male image, strong in some cultures, does little to encourage men to be open and perceptive in their relationships with women. It will require a definite change in the way they relate to us. They might actually discover that it's nice to be able to express their feelings and not  always be expected to have control of every situation.
   There is no doubt that we women are demanding a long overdue chance to express our talents and abiities.  And it is only fair that we finally receive equal pay for equal work, but  present research on violence toward women should also alert us to the dangers inherent in this evolutionary transition toward balance.
   I believe we women have a big responsibility.  History is full of examples of women who led the way in social and humanitarian reforms. Relationships are our god-given business.  And we are good at it --- when we want to be.
   Fortuntely, we have help. Many men have also joined the crusade to steer humanity safely through the troubled waters that an exit from stereotyped roles produced.  In his book Michael McGill, Ph.D., Professor at Southern Methodist University, competently addresses the inabiity of men to share their thoughts and feelings, even with each other. The McGill Report on Male Intimacy is an eye-opener for women as well as for men, and should be read by both sexes.
   We women can start by doing some individual and collective soul-searching. Consider the following questions, privately and honestly. Especially if you are a teenager who has forgotten that this period of your life is less than a third of your probable life span.  So how will it affect the rest?

• Do you actually want to have sex with most of the males you meet and know? Do they really attract you?  Do they appeal in any way beyond their physical appearance?
• Are you using sex as a tradeoff?
• Are you caught in the trap where you are afraid that saying NO may produce a social vacuum?
• Do you sometimes have the feeling you are caught in a revolving door, not going anywhere you want to go?
• Are you just marking time? Hoping that at least one frog will turn into a prince; therefore the more frogs, the better your chances?  
     Well some frogs, like toads, can produce warts.  And society's warts are clearly evident today in the herpes and AIDs plagues that first struck the sexually permissive part of society but now strike the innocent and the newborn. 
     Are we women still operating under the old value system that required so many cows or camels as proof of our worth? What is your gut reaction to the following statement made by a television executive named George Gerber; it's still an industry standard: 

                 In a basically male-oriented  power structure, you can't
                 alienate the male viewer. But you can get away with
                 offending women because most women are pretty well
                 brainwashed to accept it.*

I rest my case.

*New Woman's A Thump On The HEAD To. . . August 1983.

                            Copyright (c) 2010 Anne Forrest Elmore                                   

AWAKENING
November 16, 1963
A La Lansun

  Yoga and many eastern philosophies speak of the Kundalini force housed in the base of the spine as the golden elixer of alchemy, the life force that circulates, once activated, up through the spinal column, illuminating the liquid therein.  It passes through the soul centers or chakras and finally reaches the Lotus Center chakra at the top of the head.  Here complete illumination takes place.
   And it seems that Enlightenment is not gained at the sacrifice of any part of us, which means our lower chakras and our higher chakras must all be opened.  No part of ourselves is to be ignored or labeled unfit. The Lion (emotional nature) and the Lamb (spiritual nature) must, as the Bible foretells, lie down together in perfect harmony.  But opening the lower chakras has its pitfalls. It arouses feelings and emotions the world labels as sexual. It increases awareness in your own body, and unless understood this could lead to a heap of trouble. It may appear our spiritual and physical natures are at war with each other. You come into conflict as your body seems to be more acute.
   If met with understanding this passes. it seems to be a necessary step to bring the lower chakras and Self into alignment, the awakening of both aspects of yourself that they may blend in true harmony of being.  The poet-philosopher Kahlil Gibran touches on this in his book The Prophet in his chapter on "Reason and Passion."  But passion is not as earth usually interprets it.  It is "feeling" nature and not confined to sexuality alone. Something of this greater meaning is expressed in the religious phrase "The Passion of Christ." 
   Earth man rarely can arouse this deep inner awareness in woman.  He isn't meant to for the simple reason that neither he nor woman would know how to handle it.  It would make an animal of man and a slave of woman.  But the Light and your own true polarity can do this and keep it under control as it brings you to fuller awarenss. This life force is then gradually directed up the spinal column, illuminating, clearing and connectng all centers.
   There are several ways this can be handled, always under the control of the Essence of your eternal mate: through its predetermined physical extension; through an interdimensonal experience with your Beloved in what we call a dream, or even interdimensionally consciously. This can also be accomplished through  the force undulating through the spinal column over extended time.  However it happens, it is not a fearful or ugly thing as some who do not understand may label it. It is a beautiful and fulfilling experience that has great and deep purpose.
    Principally, remember always to affirm that you are in the Light and nothing but good may enter any part of your being. That the Christ Self of you is in control, and your whole being must obey this Self.  This is your protection to ensure gradual awakening and your ability to handle it.
   But this is far from the picnic unknowers may believe it to be. For one thing having come beyond obsessive need for human sexuality, you desire a union that is of the soul, far above what you experience in physical union.  You remember, deep inside, that when souls are involved the wonder experienced by both parties far surpasses any sensation the physical alone can give, for it is impossible to express through flesh alone what Love can express through its human instruments.  And until it is exerienced, even briefly, you do not comprehend the "so much more" that is possible.
   Soul must embrace soul for a total union, and this is the missing ingredient in your world. You can have mental and physical union, but the missing ingredient makes the great difference.  We are working with some who do not even know that total oneness is possible.  So you will experience oneness on all levels of awareness, mind, body, and spirit, and then finally blend all three.
   Some in the Light are working on one principal aspect. Those deeply concerned wth pure "spiritual" unfoldment are rounding out this lagging part of their trinity.  Some are working primarily on the mental, knowedge-expansion level. and some are working almost entirely on the physicai level -- rigid diets, overcoming this, overcoming that.  You can concentrate on one rung of evolution's ladder for most of one lifetime and then move on from rung to rung in other lifetimes. To each his or her own requirement and pace.
    So do not let the paths of others deter you from following your soul's guidance.Those compressing all three aspects of themselves in this lifetime are ready to prepare for reunion as the Logos Incarnate, and this is why, after fifty-five years of silence, I can now speak of The Tonti Connection because there are those ready to hear.
  Listen within.
  The young lion of the biblical phrase is our emotional nature.  It is the youngest aspect of ourselves. First our spiritual nature, then our mental nature, and finally our emotional nature were created. This is still the order of manifestation. Creation begins on the spiritual level, descends through the mental level, and finally reaches the physical level. So our emotional nature is actually our primitive nature. Emotion drives us, but Feeling moves us. Emotion makes us slaves; feeling lights the Christ within. They are not the same. Emotions reverse cause then effect because we react first and then act. But when we operate from our feeling nature, the perceptive, intuitive heart of ourselves, we are in a high citadel, about which the storm of outside pressure can rage but never truly penetrate. Your wise Emerson says: "Place yourself in that stream of power and wisdom wherein you are impelled without effort to truth, right action and content."
   The lower chakra is the seat of physical empathy.  Sensitivity begins in the groin but later extends all the way down the legs to the feet.  When this is activated, you literally feel the physical pain of others in your own body.  When you view another's wound, your own body reacts. This is hard to experience in a world so full of much pain. The solar plexus chakra is the seat of emotional empathy, and the heart chakra responds to deep feeling pain that penetrates to the soul. As these chakras are opened and cleared, your own body aligns with these chakras in others.
   But -- and this is an important point and why this information is among 'the most carefully guarded secrets of the inner temples.' --misunderstood, misused, or exploited it can lead to depravity, insanity, and many human mistakes.  For you have released unlimited creative power. Therefore, only a soul who has truly developed the higher self is considered ready to awaken the Lion and thus make him lie alongside the Lamb of himself. Otherwise the lion would and could destroy the lamb. And awakening this chakra is only done by a Master, your own eternal mate, who carefully supervises the entire process. Even Subud, which has touched on this great truth, knows enough to work only with their own earth mate in this aspect of awakening.
   The force begins activity by a warm, undulatng sensation in the lower back and genital area. It is not unpleasant at all.  Feels much like the warm comfort of a heating pad during menstrual cramps. You may experience some pain in the lower back at times.  You may also feel sensations in the vagina. You are used to pressure in other areas of your body and head.  This is no different.  It simply means the Light has begun to work on the lower chakras.  It may increase physical tension, much as sexual frustration can do.  Accept it for what it is. It is neither wrong nor unholy.  It is a phase that will lead to greater awareness, well-being, and even youthfulness, for it can contribute much to your total being.
   A word of caution, if this force begins, keep this strictly to yourself. There is no need to open yourself and your Beloved to the ignorance of many. This is the most powerful of chakras. Ever wonder why this area is called sacrum?  Accept the great responsibility it brings. Check it out with your own Tonti Connection. He can take you through it with beauty and grace. Many, even some fine souls in the Light, will not experience this greater awareness  or opening of all centers, hence your necessary caution.  As long as you know  there is only one power and one presence at work in your life and affairs you will ride through it triumphantly and thoroughly enjoy the greater vibrance and energy it will bring during the process --  and the ultimate result.
   Seek to lie close to the diamond heart of you both  As you have been told many times, Love is the greatest creative force existing. And you are creating even though your human mind may not be able to comprehend it all. Immaculate Conception is a reality.  Just as two human bodies, male and female, must unite to bring forth new life so must the spiritual bodies or Principles, male and female, unite to bring forth the Christ image wthin each one --- in form --- if this is your contract with divine energy it will come to pass however you can accept without fear and in love in exactly the right way and right time.
   Consider your biblical Adam/Eve story in the light of this great force being considered as a serrpent in many other cultures, both past and present. 
   Adonai Vasu, dear ones. 
                                      Copyright (c) 2010 A La Lansun

   KlaLa's dark eyes, lustrous in the soft light. mesmerized me by the inner force of her being. Her voice, soft but firm, repeated her statement.
   "Woman must regain her own inner power if the world of mankind is to survive. There is no alternative. The imbalance between the poles of created life, human life, can no longer exist. The race of man on earth will not continue as long as one polarity dominates, degrades, and abuses another. It is against divine law; it is repugnant to any truly civilized race."
   I stared at her, fascinated by the grace of her movements, the quiet authority emanating from her. Without effort, she commanded attention and instinctive respect.
   At the same time I was painfully aware of the contrast between us. My shapeless muumuu covered a body that reflected the stress of time devoted to the welfare of others. I felt shame; the shame of my spirit that had resigned itself to being shunted off on a siding of life. Like the ancient passive acceptance of an old Eskimo woman who took her place on an ice floe to drift outward to a lonely, ignoble death.
   She interrupted my thoughts, having read the images in my mind clearly. "In much of your world there is little difference in the attitude toward women today, for all the much touted liberation.  Men also experience the rejecton of society unless they have acquired the coin of the realm and the power it can supply in your world.
   "But for those who honor the message of the heart before the lure of acquisition, there is not even grudging respect. You are consigned to society's own brand of ice floe to drift silently, ignored and forgotten, toward a nameless death.
   "Yet there are few in your world who could walk the road you and many of your sisters have walked. Without support, either financial or emotional, you still  held to the integrity  of the heart's wisdom."
   Her lovely dark lashes lay against pale golden perfect skin as she glanced at something on the crystal table before her. Again those brilliant, commanding eyes met mine.
   "And this is why this story must be told.  Its time has come. It will be told first as fiction, for as one of your eminent journalists of the past once said: 'Truth can only be told as fiction.'  It can only be introduced behind the protective mask that fiction provides.
   "For those who are ready  -- it becomes fact. They identify with and rcognize the truth behind the mask. They receive the message clearly. For those who are not ready, it presents only a harmless story, a moment's entertainment. And if it challenges their proud intellects and prejudices, it is easily dismissed as pure fantasy.
   "Still, my Sister, the message will have gone forth into the ethers of the collective mind. The seed will have been sown. And one day it will blossom, even in the consciousness of those who at first ridicule its message."
   I asked: "But who will tell such a story? One that you say will challenge the opinions and beliefs of mankind. It would have to be someone who has already received public acceptance, whose work is already known, wouldn't it?"
   "No, my Sister. The tale will be spun from an ordinary life that is not so ordinary after all. You, my Sister, will tell our story. The story of Woman -- of her great and noble place and purpose in the Creator's plan."
   I stared at her, momentarily struck dumb by the import of her words.  "But," I stammered, "my life has been so ordinary, at least outwardly. Even my writing has always been more for my own pleasure and growth. So who would pay attention to any story I wrote, especially one such as you describe?"
   He smile was warm and very gentle; it softened the strength of her face. Feminine, very feminine, but one sensed the controlled power that lay behind the beauty of face and form.
   "That, my Sister, is where the Tonti comes in." 
   She saw my startled expression. "Yes, you know this word well, but do you know its actual meaning?"
   I shook my head. "No, not actually."
   "He is all things to Woman -- Counselor, Friend, Protector, Provider -- the Husband of her Spirit.  Our Beloved. He is, in short, the fifth and final face of her god." She settled back in her comfortable chair.
   "Man, you know, created his own god. First as Father, created in man's image, not the other way around. So the Father of your world's religions became a commanding, authoritative figure, subject to fits of wrath and capable of punishing his disobedient children. A vengeful, judgmental god who declared 'an eye for an eye!.'"
   I nodded, remembering the God of Moses with his innumerable laws and his unmerciful judgments.
   KlaLa smiled in agreememt. "But man does not remain a helpless child.  Evolution exists in the unfoldment of consciousness, even as physical evolution ocurred in your world to refine a vehicle to house the Essence."
   She rose and walked gracefully to a huge window, curved to conform to the ship. Outside, the blackness of space emphasized the lustrous whitenss of her gown, girdled with gold around her waist. The material, softer than silk, seemed to move with her, outlining the slender lines of her body.
   I was silent, overwhelmed by my surroundings. The uncluttered atmosphere of the room did not give the feeling of sparseness.  Instead, the effect was one of elegance reduced to perfect functional comfort.
   She turned, smiling at my wide-eyed observation. "We follow one of your poet soul's advice:  'Simplify, simplify, simplify.' Yet, as you have already observed, we do not sacrifice comfort in any way."
   She seated herself again across from me at the crystal table. Her slender, expressive hands rested on top of a crystal tablet in front of her.
   "And now I would address you in a word from our language. . .Sulari. It means Sister of Light, and is not used lightly. It is a key to your awakening, to your memory, and it is right at this time that you should be so addressed."
  I repeated the word as she had pronounced it.  "Soo-la-ree." The sound was sibilant and pleasing. It struck a spark within.
   KlaLa was watching my reaction intently, and seemed pleased at what she sensed; that the word had indeed touched a part of me, but she gave no further explanation.
   She continiued:  "The second face man created for his god added the softness, to a limited degree, of woman. Ancient religions addressed the truth in that there were gods and goddesses.  Later, religions made woman a secondary figure, extolling primarily her biological function.  But women instinctively sensed her true importance, and their prayers were often addressed to her rather than the patriarchial figure identified in most of earth's religions."
   I murmured, "Mary.  The mother of Jesus."
   Again she nodded.  "And through her, another, a third face of man's god, a Savior, came to man's mind. Someone to absolve man of his own ignorance and error. But the image and message of this Great One sent to your world was warped and twisted, again to man's expediency. Ceremony and myth were woven together to produce a concept of forgiveness by the mere act of acknowledging His presence on your world.
   "Gone was the lesson He came to teach, to demonstrate. That the duality of mankind, expressed in his own life as Son of Man and Son of God, need not be a permanent state. That Oneness with the Creator of All could be achieved if man would surrender his ego, which carries the genetic aggressiveness and territorial instincts of the body, to the greater image placed within by the Creator.
   "Instead, this One was deified into a glorified excuse for man to continue his own ignorance and his warlike tendencies, even in the name of the One, because all would be forgiven would it not? No great effort was demanded to emulate this One because he was accorded the distinction of being unique. Therefore, it was considered impossible to achieve his exalted state of consciousness. And thus mankind was robbed of the Call to unfold its own innate Christhood. Yet by the words attributed to this One in your religious writings, he denied his uniqueness. 'Ye are gods. That which I do, ye may do also, and greater.'" Her dark eyes met mine squarely.  "Is this not so?"
   I bowed my head, feeling the weight of the world's ignorance touch me. "Yes, perhaps we are still children who need someone to rescue us from our own ignorance.  And another to blame as the cause in the first place."
   KlaLa smiled tenderly. There was no judgment in those beautiful eyes. "Yes, mankind has covered its own actions, its own thoughts, very conveniently. It is true of all of earth's religions. Man has refused responsiblity for his own creative power by delegating responsibiity for both good and evil outside himself.
   "It was only late in your last century that another face of your god could be introduced. The judgmentalism of the Father, the gentle but passive influence of the Mother, and the immaturity and fear that require a Savior have all prepared the way of a wider view for some -- to that of Elder Brother, One who walks beside man, who provides the loving guidance and protection that an older, wiser, and caring brother would provide for a much younger sibling."
   I looked at her expectantly.  "I can see our progression up to four.  Do we move beyond Elder Brother in our understanding?
   "Yes, for woman, to the Tonti. It is a word revered in our language.  It has great meaning, but it is difficult to translate to your language.  I will try." She hesitated. "It implies highest trust, deepest love, and a personal relationship that exceeds any so far assigned to any other face of your god. He is primarily Woman's avatar. 
   She was silent for a moment, then added:  "Man has a similar companion, but we will deal with that later."
   I was curious, eager to understand. To know more of the true meaning of this long familiar word. "Is this what we call a guardian angel?"
   She smiled, clearly enjoying my curiosity. "In some respects, yes. But it is more, much more, as you my Sulari have already discovered."

Continuing. . .

CHAPTER ONE - THE PRESENCE

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