Teachings and art of Herman Rednick

My heart glows like the full-orbed setting sun, fanned by the sacred breath of my love for a friend who can merge with me. What greater gift can man possess than a friend vibrating with the rhythm of his own being? It is enough for me to know a person like thee, for it fires my being to unlimited heights and gives me power to walk upon my path.

When I give the gifts I have received from the spiritual forces, I become a clear channel for the overshadowing spirit. When I close my hand and do not give anymore, the channel to the spiritual forces is closed.

If I am a radiating center for the qualities of spirit, tolerance, and universal love, the spiritual forces gather around me and I become a focal point for the forces of light, wisdom, power, and health. When I am afraid the forces encourage me. If I am weak they give me strength.

But if I discourage my brother and I do not give him understanding, then the great power I received is taken from me. For that which we receive we must share with our fellow men.

The wet darkness of hopeless despair stretches before me in an endless night. Could God have this hell created, such painful monotony and lifeless existence torturing me in a place like this? But my words were only drowned by the black walls of futility and negation. I know there is a brighter land beyond, if I could only tear this veil before me.

But I was helpless in this region damned, and compelled to march through this painful valley until purified of my earthly dross. A stranger I beheld walking, clothed in black from head to foot, and he spoke unto me, saying, “This region is your own creation. You must travel through this Dark Valley until prepared for a higher plane.”

He who is selected and has selected the life of an artist divine, let him prepare for his work in thought purified, with mind developed supreme. And his form, that is technique, and his mind, that is spirit, progress side by side. For form alone is not Art, and spirit alone without form is Art unmanifested.

And he will advance in humility, love, and wisdom. For without love there can be no Art, for love is the foundation, the breath, length, and depth, and structure of Art. Without the quality of love, the form is vacant nothingness.

I stand on the threshold of the unseen.
I see before me a shoreless sea of light.
I see beyond the pale star
an order of beauty.
I embrace the whole structure.
I am here,
I am there.

In a row of people before me, I see a face that stops my wandering gaze. You are known to me, yet I never met you.

In spirit I walk across the car and enter your mental world, and there I hold conversation with you like an old friend. I see you are in need, so I advise and encourage you and give you strength. You are aware of something happening to your being, something strange and wonderful.

I never saw you before and shall never see you again. What was our instantaneous contact based on? Is there an ancient bond of soul between us?

In an unknown astral region, the great Guardian of the Threshold arose from the depths of the earth with thundering light and power. He challenged my entrance to this forbidden region of another world.

I stood still and did not fear, for the light was aglow within my heart. My will was strong and my being pure, so unafraid I stood. Within me was the God of power–that I affirmed–and I knew that no other force could harm a fortified soul.

The Guardian said, “You are afraid to cross my path.”
I answered, “The God within does not fear.”
He said, “Your body is unclean and not ready.”
I replied, “The God within is pure.”
He said, “You do not have the will.”
The I almost screamed back, “God within me is the power and the will and I am not afraid!”
Then the Great Guardian rolled into a cloud and disappeared.

Then the Great Guardian rolled into a cloud and disappeared.

What great power does your head contain, white, large polar bear? I perceive the powers that made you, and I hear a great rumbling under the earth, of forces. I see it concentrate and form and your head emerge. I look into the fire of those eyes and I hear a great flash of light burst through the heavens and light the fire in your eyes. I watch the rhythm of your walk and I see the flowing line of mountains and running streams. You are the full expression of Nature, white, large polar bear.

Lords of Flame, Great White Brotherhood,
through Thy sacred breath,
from a mortal of flesh I become immortal.Through Thy holy touch
from a grain of sand I become a star.

My God, my Beloved, all things of the earth have become as dust, and there is nothing here for me. Only in Your embrace do I live and breathe. All else is death and decay and glitter but for a moment.

My only desire is to become one with Thy sacred Being, for when Thy holy Love descends upon me, I become as great as the universe and the great vault of the heavens is within me. And as I stand on the brink of eternity, in the deep purple of Thy consciousness, I can see You face to face.

Out of the mystery of the heavens beyond the heavens, Your divine Being has come forth fashioned in Cosmic Fire. Your intense purity blesses the whole universe. Out of Your eyes issue floods of magnetic light that descend like a healing wave. Your voice is like soft music, yet it is also so great that it thunders through the blackness of the outer universe.

My Beloved, who can measure Your wisdom, or describe the wonders of Your Being? For there is nothing in this world that can be compared to Thee.

O Lord, I ask for nothing in this world or any other world but for Thy countenance to shine down upon me, for it is only then that I begin to live. Let my personality dissolve. And may Thy cloak come upon me, O Holy One. May all my desire perish, so that Thy Light will burn clearly within my being.

I live with but one hope in my heart, and that is to become one with Thy Being. Without Thee, I am lower than the worm. But through Thy sacred touch I become Thy Son. And as a Son of God all things are mine, for Thou hast given all to Thy Son.

Blessed be the name of the Lord of Light, the Holy of Holies, the beginning and the end, now and forever.

The terrific forces of hate engulf the nation in a black whirlpool of destruction, feeding the beasts of the lower worlds.

I hear the voices of children
upon the green,
a group of children singing, singing
as they danced upon the green.
A children’s song, a mystic song,
sung by children on the green.
As if a host of angels sang,
through the children rang the song
as they danced upon the green.

A child’s song, yet a universal song,
sung by children on the green.
A host of angels sang
through the children’s song,
and through the children’s song
the host of angels sing a universal song
as they danced upon the green.

I inquired and the answer came.

I asked of man. He gave me little. I searched in ancient writings and they gave me only a key. With it I opened the door to the vast and great unknown. Here I spoke and an answer came. Here I searched and I found the jewel. I inquired of all things, and all things came unto me. No barrier, no time, no space–I became one with all, and all things lived within me.

I became as a white flower in meadows that slept. The mountains were still, the sky was speechless. In this stillness I was taught of activity beyond mortal sight.

When I gained sufficient understanding, I was lifted above the material plane of vibration, and I found myself in a Temple of spirit, made without hands, in the realm of a higher world. No pride or self existed there, or sense of competition, but an intense feeling of brotherhood, which united very person present with a sense of love and reverence toward each other, and which I have never behold in other world.

In this state of unity and one, what great wisdom come into our circle! What new realms of understanding were opened because we were perfectly attuned in love and reverence toward each other. Each shared the other’s thoughts without saying a word. Understanding flowed from heart to heart in a rhythm that can only be attained in spirit.

The truths taught here are too sacred for any mortal lips to utter. The truths are embedded deep in the heart of every one present like so many precious jewels.

And when we returned to our mortal bodes of flesh, what a divine radiance we brought back–not to keep, but to radiate for the good of our fellow men.

When I took my first steps on the White Path, the dark forces rushed against me and formed a black wall around me. Here I sat while the thin thread of light descended upon me from my Master. I was here until I gathered enough strength of will and understanding to rise out of the pit.

The fear of death hangs like a menacing cloud over civilization. But when we overcome this fear and realize that life is an unbroken line of development, at once a new freedom comes upon us. And we no longer feel as if some shadow were lingering nearby, for we know that we do not dwell in time, but that we stand at the Threshold of Eternity. When one is seeking for the light, some imaginary or astral experience will come to us and reveal that death is but a shadow, and in reality is the gateway to greater knowledge and unfoldment. Let us go into the world of imagination and watch someone pass the threshold.

The time has come to depart from this world of flesh and suffering. Why do my friends mourn for me? I would speak to them, but my tongue does not move and my thoughts go unspoken. I do not feel my body any longer. It is becoming very dark, and suddenly I see a burst of orange light around my head. Then blackness rolls upon me again.

When I see light again, I find myself hovering over my body, free and light. And a great sense of relief came over me. I spoke again to those beside my body, and said, “Please do not mourn for me.” But they did not hear me.

I hear some music like a harp. I turn and I behold a being at a doorway who bids me enter a dazzling land of liquid light.

This home of God and mind is the sacred focal point for thy light, O Divine Mother. I behold a great flash of cosmic power burst in this sacred abode and vibrate throughout the planet. I dare not think or act not according to thy Law, for then I see the painful dimming of this great light, and it breaks my heart. For what is a home without Thee, O Divine Mother?

I walked through pools of blood, insane with the desire for battle, crazed by the waves of hatred that were sweeping the nation. I met my end in a lonely outpost and dropped like a discarded garment on an unknown and unmarked grave.

I awoke with the blast of the trumpet, and found myself ascending the stairway of a red stone building with my rifle still in my hand. I entered the great blue hall where all the dead had gathered together to learn the lesson of universal brotherhood and to worship the same Cosmic Mother.

I am painting again. Fourteen beautiful color notes upon a white palette, and a clean canvas upon the easel. What infinite possibilities it has.

I thank God as I approach this canvas, and as I lift my brush my being reaches out into space. My heart bursts into light and the spirit comes upon me like some summer breeze.

I am transported to a world of spirit and power, and before my gaze new worlds are formed. I place my brush upon the palette and with the fourteen color notes, a new art being is born upon this plane.

I thirst for knowledge and search among books. I found no key to the realm I sought and did not know where to go.

I cried out into space to the Masters of the Wisdom, to the Lord of the Universe. My cry did not go unheard, nor was my intense thirst for knowledge unseen.

In a temple far across the sea, on a mountain far above the valley of men, the masters I searched for were searching for me. They heard my cry and they answered my need. They came to me in spirit and instructed me in many things.

And they always continue to watch me as I go my way through the world that leads to the temple far across the sea. No sea or fire or height or depth shall keep me from the masters in a temple waiting for me.

Among deserted factories and building places
I have my dwelling place.

A rain of thought fell upon my barren place
and watered the whole ground.
Thoughts of beauty and love
brought forth a rare flower
upon my barren floor.

I fled to the wild wood
and the rugged blue mountain
and lived upon the scented pine air.
But nowhere in all nature
could I a flower find
like the delicate creature that grew
upon my barren floor.

Blackness rolls before me
and the spinning earth disappears
beneath my feet,
and I hang like some forlorn ghost.

O Mother Spirit,
touch my brow with thy cool hand.
Tell me not that all have forsaken me so.

The dread of night upon me hangs.
I cry out again
but all is silent.
How long must I endure this agony,
O Universal Mother of mine?

In rhythmic breath, I sit and meditate. When my body becomes still and the brain speaks no more, I move in another rhythm and my being is in rapport with another plane. In this stillness, my Master appears to me.

Twilight Goddess,
what precious fire have you given my spirit?
Your fragrant presence,
with a host of a thousand thousand spirit forms
breaks into a divine rapture above me.

With gentle caress you sweep by
and tell me things that never die.

When I gazed upon your face, I did not look upon a stranger, for I beheld a brother of the cosmic spirit, a soul whose heart was the sun.

Chief Rising Sun, you are mellowed by the sun and the moon and the planets, and in your eyes I see the light of another universe. The sea and the wind, the earth and the sky sing a melody for a soul who has weathered every storm and arrived in the harbor of the Great Spirit. Your body has become the temple, radiant with healing for the world.

I can hear Mother Earth say, “I am proud of you, my son. You are the flower of this planet. For a million million years I labored and you are the product of my toil, the jewel of my heart.”

A youth comes to me for help. He is tense and eager for knowledge, and his eyes are like balls of fire. His whole being cries out and says, “Feed thou my soul, O teacher, feed thou my soul!”

I enter his soul region upon the bridge of his sincere intensity, and I water the ground with divine light.

This moment is full of promise, for a psychic door is open when the moon is full.

Shamballa, Sacred City of the Gods. From the dawn of time has my soul been linked to Thy Sacred City.

Shamballa, like a pure gem in the heart of the planet, glowing with prismatic radiance upon the pristine heights of the Himalayas, where men like Gods control the destiny of mankind.

Shamballa, divine focal point for the concentrated cosmic forces which descend with great power upon Thy City, vibrating their healing light and beauty throughout the planet.

Many have been seeking Thy golden gate for centuries but find nothing but storms and fierce winds and desolate mountain peaks, for Thy Temple is guarded from the unworthy mortal. Never shall profane eyes look upon Thy ancient purity.

Beings of Light, even now do I feel the rays from the Golden City, like a divine breath exalting my body and mind and kindling the blue flame within my heart. Even as I walked through the unbearable dark Valley of Soul, O Sacred Master, I felt Thy touch and heard Thy soundless voice.

As I walk through the fields and mountains of Mother Nature I hear one voice. The fruit-laden trees speak and the silent hills at twilight whisper of the Sacred City. The whole universe breaks into a divine melody and I hear the delicate harmony of Shamballa, City of the Great White initiates.

Thou Keeper of ancient doctrine and wisdom beyond the dream of mortal man, through You is the hope of humanity, for the future lies In Your hand.

So far away, yet so near is the White City, for my heart is linked with Thy spiritual Temple by a golden thread. And when I quiet my mind and listen to my heart, the precious inflow of Cosmic Fire sweeps over my being. This room is no more…this body is no more…for I am in complete rhythm with the Sacred City, and my being sings a melody eternal.

For many years my soul cried and searched for something, I knew not what. This body was in pain for my heart hungered for many days. Not until I felt the clear golden light of Shamballa did I understand why I longed to be in the ancient land of India.

It was because the light of the Sacred City burned within me, and the eye of a great God-like Being was upon me–One who is linked for centuries to my soul. Thus did destiny reveal itself to me, as I turned toward the Sacred City of the Gods.

Shamballa, I utter Thy name with humility. May we be worthy to enter Thy golden gate, and may we be so purified in body, mind, and heart that Thy mantle will fall upon us.

O Great One,

Divine Cosmic Soul,

My Sacred Master,

Shamballa.

Man enters Cosmic Consciousness when personality is subdued and the body is controlled, when the mind is ripe with learning and the heart is open with love, when we take all humanity as our family and we do not recognize any barriers between races, creeds, or stations, when we look for reality beyond the surface of things seen or heard and beyond the border of the hypnotic stream of mortality, when we dedicate our lives to the spiritual ideas instead of the material goal of the world, and when we are persistent in our search for truth and our lives are consistent with our ideals. Then the treasures of the Gods are given to men, and this gift is recognized as the state of Cosmic Consciousness.