I manage properties for absentee owners in an upscale community. One client asked me to supervise a landscaping project and guesthouse remodel with a time goal. But he added, “As much as I like you, you don’t have a mean bone in your body, and frankly I don’t think you have what it takes to push these guys to make their deadlines.”
“I’m a Lemurian,” I said; “we’re taught to lead by example. Who will do his best work, one who fears reprisal, or one who respects you?” “You have a point,” he said, “but they may eat you alive!” I talked if over with my wife, knowing it would make many demands and I would need all the Lemurian virtues to pull it off. Then I accepted.
I hadn’t worked in home construction recently, and codes had changed. So when the cement contractors arrived, I asked a lot of questions and expressed interest in their work. They spoke politely in English, but Spanish comments in the background were somewhat less polite. Having lived in Mexico, I understood but ignored these, bringing out a table for their plans, and as it got hotter, a shade umbrella. The background comments slowed, and when I began handing out Gatorade, they changed to good-natured ones like, “Where’s the super? I’m thirsty!”
As new workers arrived, I told them, “We have a deadline no one thinks we can meet, so let’s make it easy on each other. I’ll do anything I can to make your job easier, so just work with me.” They did. I provided work areas, power, water, garbage cans, shade, fans and drinks. I jockeyed vehicles around so they could load and unload tools and material, ran to get parts and materials, helped carry things, learned their names, asked about their methods and thanked them for their good work. Soon, if I got back late from an errand, I’d find the fences had been put up and locked, the road washed and the site cleaned. They would tell new people not to park on the north side of the street and did many other things to help me out.
When the owner came to check on us, he saw over 60 people setting tile, hanging doors, welding, landscaping, painting, plumbing. He agreed my method worked after all.
When the owner came to check on us, he agreed my method worked after all
I asked if I could use his refrigerator to keep cold drinks for the workers. He thought it was a great idea and reimbursed me for the drinks. That bill was over $1000, but it was worth it. It was fascinating to see all those people from different trades stopping together to enjoy a cool drink; like sharing a meal, it creates a level of camaraderie that is sometimes rare on construction sites.
Trying to juggle my regular responsibilities with this new one seemed impossible at times, but except for a temporary rise in blood pressure, it was a great experience, stretching my capabilities. I tried to stay calm, cheerful, and approachable, and never yelled at anyone. The job was completed on time to everyone’s satisfaction, a memorable demonstration of Lemurian principles in action.
Gateway East End Showing Untouched Buildings Surrounded by Scorched Land
One of the most difficult experiences of my life was being caught in a fierce wildfire. When my husband and I saw smoke in the distance with strong dry desert winds behind it, we knew a fire was headed our way. But no fire planes were taking off from the nearby airport, due to the strong winds.
Sometimes Lemurian students expect that we will get spiritual help to spare us from such disasters because we are trying to live by the Lemurian Teachings and we believe in God and the Masters. Some are disappointed to find that disasters touch many of our lives. But we were helped in a most ingenious way.
That night we got a reverse 911 call telling us to evacuate, but before we knew it the fire was upon us. We raced to a large shop on open, well-cleared land with fire hoses previously set up at the ready. As the dry hot winds fed the flames surrounding our property, the noise was unnerving. And it was hard to know which way the fire would go with the winds so erratic.
Yet, each time I prayed, “please may the winds die down so our town will be spared and all who live in it,” the winds seemed to kick up. It was almost like being mocked.
I felt like a spiritual failure, I was so inept at prayers God hears.
As we stood there helplessly watching the flames burning around us on all sides, the scorching wind and fire roared like a wild animal. But inside that seeming chaos was also a quietness – a sense of something so much bigger than we are. I felt the only thing solid is God. And the only thing strong enough to save us was God. Would I deny God by not believing all would be as it should be?
Gradually, with amazement and relief, I realized that because the winds were blowing so fiercely, the fire raced through our property so fast it barely touched most of our buildings long enough to set them alight. It burned right up to the buildings but left most of them intact!
Only because the winds stayed so strong were we spared from destruction! Had God and the Masters granted my prayer and slowed the winds, we might have lost everything. I’d wanted God to do what I felt was best, not what He knew was best! I guess it’s natural to think this way in a life-threatening situation. But it’s funny to look back on this puzzled human being standing there with her hands on her hips wondering why, when she prays, the winds don’t instantly die down – and deciding she must be spiritually inadequate!
We came through it so well that while hundreds of acres around us were nothing but charred earth and rocks, our several buildings remained mostly intact, a small oasis of green. Viewing this from the top of one of our hills, it was proof that in times of greatest danger, God always extends the assistance we need. God hears my prayers. It was almost like hearing God say, “See, I was here. Thanks for offering to direct things, but I had it in hand.”
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. ICorinthians 2-9
“What is a Lemurian?” We used to get this question a lot, but not as much now that more people are familiar with the term and have some definite ideas about it. Still, “Lemurian” means different things to different folks. We talk with people who have an innate feeling they once lived on the massive continent that long ago graced the area of the earth now taken up by the Pacific Ocean. Others express a mystical belief that somehow, they are Lemurian. And many of these people may be right.
To us, “Lemurian” refers to the inhabitants of Lemuria, or Mu, an ancient civilization of such antiquity that it’s more a myth than a memory today. Its origin is thousands of years before commonly accepted history and predates even Plato’s Atlantis. Its people are of great interest to us because they accomplished something no one else has come close to doing since — creating an organized and harmonious society that endured for 50,000 years. We learn of the beginnings of the Lemurian civilization and of the wise and highly advanced beings who guided it in Dr. Robert D. Stelle’s book, The Sun Rises, revealed to him clairvoyantly from Nature’s infallible Akashic Record.
Those of the Lemurian Fellowship, the Lemurian Order, and Fellowship students today are Lemurians because we study and try to live by the Lemurian Philosophy, the most ancient of all religious teachings.
We understand if you feel that a philosophy claiming to be based on such unconventional and seemingly mythical elements would be sketchy at best and delusional at worst. But you’d be mistaken.
Far from a figment of someone’s imagination, fantasy, or science fiction, the Lemurian Philosophy is true, authentic, and thoroughly practical. Since the Masters of the Lemurian Brotherhood first began releasing these teachings to the public through the Lemurian Fellowship in 1936, thousands of students have studied and used its timeless principles to improve their lives, discover and fulfill their purpose in being on this earth, and make real progress in the pursuit of happiness, affirmed as a human right in the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America.
Through the Lemurian Fellowship’s blog, we hope to answer some questions and convey the essence of what it’s like to use the Lemurian Philosophy in your life, in marriage, at work, or as one of many dedicated to improving themselves and creating a society based on natural law, positive thinking and mutual respect.
Our points of view and personal stories will be found in these articles. We hope you find something of interest and inspiration here. We look forward to sharing our ideas and experiences with you, and to hearing from you, too.
As a mother, it’s not easy to describe how much I love my children. I assume all mothers love their children, but it gives me such a feeling of purpose and delight to have the luxury of watching them grow up, seeing them learn new things everyday and how excited they are by what they learn. Most especially do I value the opportunity to help them learn Lemurian ideals I was taught from as early as I can remember as a little girl.
I especially value the opportunity to help them learn Lemurian ideals
Each evening, we say a Lemurian Prayer at dinnertime. My twin 5-year-olds recite it with us and stumble through some of the bigger words, but hearing them say it is music to my ears. They love taking turns leading the prayer with the joy of knowing they get to say, “And so it is,” at the end. One evening my husband and I took a few minutes to try and explain what we were saying when we prayed. Some of it may have been lost on them and maybe they won’t remember it all, but it was wonderful to see them listening and watch their minds working. It was such a pleasure for all of us to take a moment and really dive deep into the meaning instead of just reciting it. When we allow ourselves to really hear what we are saying, it brings so much more meaning to the words, and reinforces each idea.
At bedtime, we also have a routine of saying our Lemurian bedtime prayer together. After we ask God to help us be more like Him, I ask my kids to take a moment and answer this question: “What is something good that happened today that you want to thank God for?” Sometimes the answer is something small like being thankful for the popsicle after dinner, and sometimes it’s more meaningful like hugs from Daddy, or a memory of riding the ATV with Grandpa at the ranch. Each day, they have a peaceful end to finish their day, and my hope is that it becomes a habit of having them review their positive experiences each night, with God, before they go to bed.
Five years ago, when I retired from a job in which I worked 70-80 hours per week for 26 years, I was “burnt out” – a polite way of saying I had severe depression. The “retirement job” I began then was for 50 hours per week with two hours on Sundays. I maintained this until recently when I began to calculate the time I might have left in my life to do something worthwhile and creative. So I made a plan to cut my “day job” to two and one half days per week. The rest of the time is for building relationships among people and organizations and – for me to breathe.
Part of this new freedom is being able to reestablish a regular study of the Lemurian Philosophy which keeps me on a positive track. I began my Lemurian studies in 1983 but with my heavy schedule, regular study slowly slipped away and, in fact, I had not studied in an organized way in a long while. Struggling back to weekly study late last year led to rebuilding my enthusiasm for daily study.
Daily study brings a deepening appreciation of life.
I restarted studying Lesson One early this year. Daily study, particularly of this lesson, lets me recall the old excitement of my past, studying each lesson and anxiously awaiting the arrival of the next. Concepts that I had let drift below my horizon are returning like old friends not seen in years. As I reread them, their significance returns and I sense new meaning beyond past perceptions – a deepening understanding of the Lemurian Philosophy and a deepening appreciation of life. As I write this now, my cat is stationed in her corner of my worktable, dozing in the warmth of a southern morning sunbeam. She has inspected the pages in front of me and feels I’m capable of pursuing my work.
In the garden below, multiple variations of daffodils are standing tall, the crocuses are gone, paperwhites are out in full, yellow jasmine is building to a peak, the pink and violet hyacinths are on parade, the rose canes are showing early leaf, pink buds display tiny purple spots along its woody stems where its blossoms will unfold, the dogwood buds are just cracked, guarding their petals for later. Life is good.
