CHAPTER 57
AFTER I FINISHED WRITING DOWN the words given to me by the Teacher, who now named Himself, Maitreya, I found myself reading and rereading them, trying to absorb the many layers of meaning. They were all about how we, as believers, are to apply them in order to shape the successful destiny the Creator hopes will be our future. The genius of man has produced many extraordinary works of literature, and yet using the simplest words, Maitreya, the writer, managed to transport the reader to the very halls of heaven. One thing was clear, very soon Maitreya would reveal to the world his true, complex, new identity and the new Mission, the new Good News that goes along with His new name.
Using a method similar to the way He overshadowed me, on the coming Day of Declaration the Teacher would make a similar link with every human being over the age of reason in order to share the hope of His Message, the Kingdom Age Gospel, that though Justice and Sharing mankind might live in a global society free of strife, with goodwill toward all, and finally conquer poverty, hunger, disease, and the lack of opportunity.
Using our collective free will, mankind has the capacity to extend the dream of a hopeful life, a fulfilled life, to everyone on earth. Maitreya was clear, this goal could not be achieved by an act of divine will—we must earn this achievement by the deeds that follow when our hearts yearn with love for all humanity—when we view all people as our brothers and sisters.
THOUGH I NOW CALLED MANISTIQUE my home, I continued to accept invitations to speak at various churches around the Midwest to gatherings of believers who were eager for more information about the World Teacher who would soon make His presence known to mankind. One such meeting was hosted by radio personality, Kim Kennedy in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
I'd known of Kim for years, going back to before the Guardian's followers drove believers underground. All the kids at destiNATION used to listen to her radio broadcasts online. Though not technically a Christian radio station, as a Grand Rapids radio personality Kim definitely had a mission to grow the spiritual side of her secular audience. Unlike the typical Christian radio station, Kim couldn't refer to God or quote Bible verses, yet it was clear to her listeners that her life was ruled by Love, love for them, love for the music she played, love for everyone in their community, and for the wider world we live in.
Instead of parables, Kim wrote and shared poetry, each poem inspired by a theme that reflected a basic and important spiritual principle—something that transcended religious denomination distinctions. She would share her poems and invite the audience to share theirs. Before reciting, "What Matters Most of All," on air Kim set up the inspiration for the poem.
"I found myself thinking about the way life plays out sometimes. It's always easier to see the full picture once you've lived through it all. In our youth, we always seem to know what's best. With age, at least we only think we know what's best for us. But only in maturity can we begin to see that we might not have a clue. Life doesn't allow for a lot of emotional security planning. Of course, you can do your best and plan for a financially secure future, but there is so much more to life than just that. It's funny how sometimes despite all of the best life planning, life just doesn't work out how you planned. Haven't we all met that one special person who we fell in love with...the one who was different than all of the rest? Regardless of where that relationship led or didn't lead is irrelevant...they've left an imprint on our life that can sometimes be unforgettable. It is "What Matters Most of All."
Then, Kim read her poem.
In looking back at what would be a lifetime
Considering all the places I have been
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