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An Interview with the Prophet Mohammed

Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle tells of his meeting with the Master Mohammed of the Brotherhood and the Master's outright denunciation of those who use his name and the religion he supposedly set up, Islam, to carry out their dastardly deeds. This is an eye-opening interview of world import, for it demonstrates the results of serving the wrong master.

 

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Now, the final thing that I am to announce this eve tonight is something of a world import but for some of you I trust it should hold some importance, it certainly does to us.

Very recently, as you would count time, we were all of us quite surprised and startled to suddenly receive a transmission from none other than that great prophet once physically alive on your planet called, Mohammed. Now, this one has attained to far greater stature than that when he was the prophet, a Master if you will. And it was quite startling for you see when one inhabits the realms of light as we do and that you all do when you're out of our bodies, mind you, I am certainly not trying to imply some kind of exclusivity: that's nonsense, it is not uncommon not matter what you might be in the midst of that suddenly you're startled by what might appear to be like a television screen above suddenly drawing your attention to. Generally we drop what we're doing and observe, for it usually cometh from a grander realm. Only one coming from a higher realm has got the power to do that, you see. So that alone is reason to note it. And we do. And we do.

Well, we stopped and found this Great One giving us the salute of the Brotherhood-- heart, head, and hand--and then saying to us all, "I can be silent no longer. Too many shed blood in my name. I have been in deep contemplation and communion with the great Lord Jesus. I have gone to him and said, 'How have you dealt with this thing? That almost as soon as you had physically left the body they began to change your story, our word, forgetting your spirit and indeed offending their meaning and their very essence by their actions, said to be done in your name, an extreme example of course being the inquisition in Europe.'"

The Master never dropped his gaze for a second. He said, "Mohammed," but he looked more brilliant than ever and he said, "it has been one of the greatest sources of my own growth since leaving that realm, for every single time that it is done, I am aware of it, and I send the light more brilliantly directly to that place, that heart, and that mind, letting them know the truth who I truly am, that they might, somewhere in their beingness, note the disparity, that what is being claimed as so-called Christian has got nothing to do with me, if so be it, it lacks love, compassion, understanding, patience, forgiveness and gentleness."

Mohammed said that he lowered his head, for he realized he was getting an infinite teaching, and he thanked the Great One and repaired himself to the deserts of Saudi Arabia where he once had been in that life when he was Mohammed on earth. And suddenly there came a great revelation unto him and he knew he had to do the same thing, for too many were those who claimed to be doing what they were doing in the name of Mohammed, Islam, the religion, supposedly, that he began. So from that from that moment, my friends, he's been doing that.

Now, on the one hand some of you might think, "Oh good, it's about time! Oh, really, I shall sleep better tonight." Not so fast. The very ones who are doing those things that they claim are done in the name of the holy one know good and well that what they are doing, they are doing because they want to do it, not because they are working against their own innards and that they are following the words of their great spiritual leader. That's nonsense and they know it. Just as those who claim to be Christians, when they persecute you, know deep inside they are not walking the pathway of the Christ.

So what happens? A polarity ensues, and they separate out from him if they ever were a part of him and suddenly they are a group apart, now, aren't they, for he does not claim them and they cannot claim him. And so what have we got here? But a different breed, don't we? We've got a different breed of beings who call themselves "Followers of Islam. Muslims," but who are indeed from a place and a time wherein they observe no laws and only call sacred whatever they felt was the reason to do the evil that they do.

How can you use this information? By calling to the Great Mohammed, for you see, by cosmic law, though he's got the prerogative of visiting and he has, the more he is invited and invoked, the more he may do so. So what I'm telling you if you invoke him, if you call on him, then he can and shall come, go directly to those who are most the antithesis of the very things he stood for and basically challenge them in that name and say, "I am he who you say you follow but you do not follow me. I denounce your actions and if you will not drop them immediately, I denounce you." And therein you see is a judgment brought and that is going on as we speak.

So it is one more thing you can do to help to accelerate the inevitable which is that these who claim to be Muslim or followers of Mohammed must come to defeat for they are followers of Naan, some very, very dark angels who long ago refused to serve humanity when they were informed that the Divine Plan would require them to do it.

Lucifer himself being the first, for when he saw and heard, when the Lord of Lords said, "You, angelic wonders though glorious in the extreme of beauty and light are asked to serve humanity--these fledglings who are growing bit by bit life by lifetime, and he was outraged. "I, Lucifer, Son of the Morning serve these?"

And he departed the great court like a fireball. Very calmly the Lord called to him. I speak of the Lord Sanat Kumara, and said, "Lucifer!" and called him as a father would call a son who left in a huff. Lucifer would not come, and for the first time was disobedient. The Lord called him again. "Come! It is my will." Again, nothing. A third call was issued and to this came a rumbling from far away, a terrible, terrible rumbling and out of it came a gruff and rough voice, and simply replied, "I will not serve!"

And that has been the mark of every fallen soul ever since. Where will you not serve, beloved? Therein you may find yourselves not in light. Look into your lives. Look into your hierarchical structures. Look at those that are there to guide you, either physically or spiritually and watch, seek to see, where you will not serve. You have all you got Masters, far greater than you in every way. How is it that you would not want to serve one of these, when, well, all we can say we clamor to, we can't wait to be in the presence of those whom we acknowledge as our superiors that we might be as they, loving and light.

This earth, my dears, for centuries has propagated many, many, many philosophies all engendered by the egocentric mind of man, the human wit. But it is not the thing that guides one into the heaven worlds. And that much I shall tell you openly.

So, be appraised. Be appraised by your own appraisal. Appraise yourselves. Where do you fall in that wonderful, wonderful line? Wherein are you not serving, and I am not referring to serving other mortals, particularly. I do not mean that at all, dear ones. Do not mistake me, please. I'm not referring to going tomorrow to your offices and, as they say, kissing up to that boss that you can't stand. I'm not saying that. That would disgust me, for there be reasons that you don't like them no doubt. No doubt very good reasons I would think. I am simply saying that there be places in your life for you know that your service is necessary, needed, and that it is beautiful service that it would improve things. It would lighten loads and burdens. This is the service that I am referring to. That service that is righteous unto your own heart. Not anyone else's. But that you simply have not done. Haven't gotten around to it have you? Little slow are we? Little lazy, are we? Don't want to turn off that television set? Or whatever.

God bless you all. How well we know! We've done the same, which is why we speak of it now, for we can see the folly. Oh well, you can't say we didn't tell you. God bless you, dear ones. You'll all make it to heaven one way or the other. Sooner or late. Up to you. But until then we are keeping you in our hearts and souls, loving you as always whether you serve or whether you don't, for we can't help it. We love you that much and more. God bless you all! God bless you all!