The Legend of the Ancient of Days

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Sanat Kumara

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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.

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