Which town?

She would say that She was thus giving each of Her children, even those who were finding Her again for the first time in this life, a “bath of the Lord”. This was Her gift and, till Her last day of giving audience, upstairs in Her rooms, so many beings, so many souls seeking to awaken and shake off the heaviness and opacity of the physical consciousness, had received that Grace – burnt and branded forever by Her white flame. And for Her city, She was waiting for apprentices of the new consciousness who would know to gradually turn simply to Her for everything – every question, every need, every obstacle, and every mystery – and receive the true impulsion, the true movement, and the veritable and fruitful process.

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But how could such words now be uttered? The world was caught and sucked by slogans and techniques and the appeal of the “well-being” vaunted and promised by a profusion of infallible recipes.

And this was the “new age” with its proliferation of adepts.

Yet, in Her township, everyone would soon understand that this was actually like a laboratory work and that the privileges accompanying this unique experiment, these unique conditions of progress and creativity, were only legitimate in proportion to one’s direct offering to the work and action of the Consciousness-Force. The sense of failure, of aborted attempt or of success was fading away, replaced by a perception of the lessons in consciousness each participant could draw or extract from every experience.

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