I just realized that I serve no earthly master. I serve my heavenly master, Archangel Michael, and, behind him, the Source of All, the Divine Mother/Father God.
But I mean I realized it. Not just experienced it or had a good thought about it.
I just want to sit with that. I want to get it in every cell of my body: No earthly master do I bow the knee before, but I do before a heavenly master.
I’m not here in service to myself, except to fulfill the purpose of life.
Otherwise, I’m here in service, not to anyone on Earth, but to a heavenly duet of One, as Ramesh Balsekar put it – Michael and the Mother. Those two are the bones of my body.
Some statements are just so basic that we find ourselves looking at our machine’s hard wiring when contemplating them. “I serve no earthly master. I serve Archangel Michael and the Divine Mother” is one of them.
Just uttering that declaration begins a process of “sorting out” on a very deep level. I stop serving earthly masters – an impulse, a belief, a need, etc.
I drop my feelings of obedience toward historical warriors, political heroes, and Hollywood icons.
I serve no earthly master…. And yet I align with others as two mature and whole beings entering into an agreement. I cooperate with others as one who goes where my heavenly master leads.
I’ve just made (and realized) a distinction so basic to my thoughts about myself that it’s rippling through my being like an electric current.
I must let it sink in….