Way of Mastery: Chapter 1, Way of the Servant

Chapter 1, Way of the Servant
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Sandy on Monday, February 22, 2010
 
FOREWORD
BY REV. KAY HUNTER
At each junction in my unfolding it would appear I have been given exactly what
I needed to see my God-self more clearly. The right teacher, that perfect book,
that certain relationship, that catalystic event has appeared, each with but one
single purpose:to assist me in seeing the Light within.
As I have surrendered more and more to the call to minister to others, I have
given up my resistance to being ministered to in this life. An avid student of
truth principles, as taught through the Science of Mind, and a devoted
student/teacher of A Course in Miracles, I have always been open to the
revelations of God’s wisdom. I love to teach, for it is through teaching that
I have most definitely learned.
It was in a class setting that another level of personal awareness was opened to
me through a book. As the class discussed unconditional love, and ways to live
it daily, a student came forward and said to me: “Rev. Kay, I received this
book from Washington state yesterday. I believe it answers some of our questions
and I would like for you to read it.” The book had an intriguing title: The
Jeshua Letters.
Having loved Jesus since I was five and felt He was indeed my friend, I felt an
inner urge to open the book right then. As I flipped through the pages I began
to read aloud the wonderful thoughts formed on the pages. The class’s response
was immediate. “I want that book,” they said.
“Where can we get it?” As we looked in the back for ordering information, a
message caught our attention. It read: “Jeshua is available to speak to your
group. Also, private sessions with Jeshua are possible, either in person, or by
mail/phone.” Addresses and names were quickly noted.
I want to do that, my inner self insisted. I set out to find the location and
phone number of this author/channel, Jon Marc Hammer (now, Jayem), listed as
living in the Tacoma, Washington area. Inside I knew that another step in my
unfolding into the Light awaited me.
The student was kind enough to give me his book, and The Jeshua Letters became a
very important teaching tool for me. Our church ordered case after case of the
books for our Science of Mind and Course in Miracles students, who bought them
as quickly as we received them. Eager minds had sought the truth, and the truth
had found us – as truth always does when we are open to it.
One evening, as I was reading the book, I stopped to look at the foreword. It
was written by Alan Cohen, another author who had crossed my path with a
wonderful book: The Dragon Doesn’t Live Here Anymore.
Alan Cohen and Jayem ... what a wonderful combination, my heart mused. Then I
remembered, Alan Cohen was coming to my church to lecture in just a few weeks. I
can find out from Alan how to get in touch with Jayem. Thank you, God, I
thought, and I went on with my reading joyfully.
The weeks passed, and Alan Cohen arrived at Community Church in Dallas to
present his lecture/workshop. As the day progressed I promised myself I would
find the perfect time to ask him about Jayem and how to reach him. Then-as only
the universe understands such things-the phone rang. I answered. The voice on
the other end of the line said, “Hi, this is Jayem. I am trying to reach Alan
Cohen. His Hawaii office told me I would find him here. May I speak to him
please?” I found myself shouting excitedly into the phone: “I can’t
believe it’s you! I have your book right here on my desk. I wanted to talk to
you. I want a session with Jeshua. Your book is wonderful. I want to order more
of them. We can’t keep them on the bookstore shelves. Wow, this is just
great!”
As I look back on that conversation I feel certain that I must have startled
that gentle channel with my excitement, but I just couldn’t contain myself. (I
do want to say, by way of explanation, that I did put Jayem through to Alan, but
not before I had scheduled an appointment with Jeshua and ordered another case
of The Jeshua Letters.)
But the story was not yet complete. I began to receive copies of transcriptions
of some of the Jeshua sessions in Washington. I couldn’t wait to get the
message contained in them into the eager hands and minds of the students and
discussion groups formed to go over each detail of the new material. What a joy!
Then came the gift of gifts. One of my students had gathered together a small
group of people who wanted to go to Washington to attend a Jeshua session.
“Would you like to join us, Rev. Kay?” he asked. “I would like you to be
my guest if you can come.” Could I join them! I was so filled with excitement
I don’t think I really needed the plane to fly. The anticipation I felt at the
thought of meeting Jayem, and his angel-like wife Anastasia, was just the tip of
the iceberg of what I felt at the actual physical meeting. It was like coming
home, greeting old friends, and just knowing I was in the right place at exactly
the right time.
And when Jeshua came through Jayem, and that quiet, gentle essence filled the
room, each heart there felt the presence of unconditional love. It was then I
just knew that I had to find a way to bring this wonderful message and messenger
to Dallas and the students of truth there.
A time was set, and the event became a reality. Over 400 people crowded the
auditorium to be with this author and the essence of divine understanding that
came through him.
Lives were touched! Lives were changed! And I knew I had moved into another
phase of personal awareness.
Now another book comes through this same beautiful channel, a book that is just
as touching and even more revealing. It walks us through our doubts, our fears,
our inner struggles; it dissolves the illusions and leads us to the Light. The
Way of the Servant has touched me even more deeply than Jayem’s first book, if
that is possible. It shows our sensitivity to the intuitive, and our resistance
to its guidance. It gives us the answers to questions long pondered in the
deepest recesses of our mind. It inspires, comforts, and makes the truth more
real than our long-believed illusions.
Thank you, Jayem, for your courage, your willingness, your allowing. Thank you
for daring to walk your path with such clarity, that we-all of us-might walk our
own in greater awareness.
Rev. Kay Hunter
PREFACE
It is August 8, 1990. Not far beyond a tiny town on the southwestern coast of
the island of Hawaii, a narrow road winds down from the highway to a lovely
little spot named Keokea. The coastline here is rugged. Battered cliffs of reds
and browns plunge from treeline to sea. There is a jetty of sorts that runs from
the end of the northernmost cliffs. A crude pile of boulders, it creates a
shallow lagoon just right for small children to swim in. There is no white sand
beach and, thank God, no throng of tourists baking in the delicious Hawaiian
sun. Near the center of the park a stream meanders through the dense foliage.
Here I bathed yesterday, making my way far enough upstream to be out of sight. I
dipped my body into the cool waters, then sat on a rock, allowing the warm
caress of a gentle breeze to dry me, breathing deeply the sweet fragrance of
plumeria.
Here, in this magical spot that evokes memories of Eden from some forgotten
place of the soul, meditation comes easily. In no time at all, I feel that
familiar place, as though I have come to the eye of the hurricane, “the
stillpoint of the turning world.”
A familiar vibration; He is here. As though waiting for me to return Home from a
journey, He knocks gently, assuredly, on the door of my heart. I answer, turning
my attention to Him, and Him alone.
It is time for us to begin our second work together. For this did I suggest the
notebook. (He refers to a small red binder that I impulsively threw into my
shopping cart a few days ago.) Use this solely for our communications. The
publication of The Jeshua Letters is now imminent. (A series of events, none of
which I could have imagined, would begin within a month that did, indeed, lead
to the book’s publication.)
Again, I suggest that you continue in your learning of trust. It is not
important that you see how all things will be accomplished. Remember, to the
world the awakened mind seems naive, but the opinions of those who believe what
is Real, is not, and what is not Real, is, surely should not be heeded.
I am distracted. The mosquitoes have won. Sighing, I rise from the rock, dress,
and return to camp... One of the reasons I love Hawaii so much is this moment.
The sun has long since set, replaced by a bright, full moon. It illuminates
trees and rocks and ocean waves, while painting cloud edges in silver-white, and
still it is warm! Warm enough to lay here undressed, drinking the energies of
this place deep into every cell.
As, again, I feel His presence within me, a thought of amazement arises in my
mind. He is continuing our conversation now as if there was no break in our
communication. This simple fact is a gentle reminder that time is somehow not
quite what I have learned it is. As He speaks, I see it, the title:
The Way of the Servant
Living the Light of Christ
“For the first shall be last, and the last, first.”
This teaching was not intended for the use it has been given by those who would
find in me justification for the judgment of their brothers and sisters. That
which is called the sacred book of your Bible does, in fact, contain many seeds
of wisdom. However, these have often been separated from their original contexts
and woven into stories designed to serve not the Holy Father, but the conception
of God the mind in separation would long for.
I gave this teaching to those known as my disciples. Its meaning serves as the
theme of this present work, for when the mind is truly awakened from the dream
of separation and the soul is returned to its only Reality as the Son of God,
there comes then a new beginning. No longer is there futile searching for what
the world cannot offer or hope to contain.
Abiding in that peace which forever passes understanding, the soul is at rest.
It neither desires the things of the world nor judges them. It learns the
sublime art of what has been called “waiting on the Lord.” This merely means
that the soul moves in accordance with the Father’s will, and can no longer
consider doing otherwise. The soul dons the cloak of the servant.
The Way emerges for us: When the acknowledgment of your Reality as the only
begotten Son of God is accomplished and the Armageddon between this Reality and
the habit of useless dreams is ended, the journey to the Kingdom is completed
and the journey within it begins. The whole of Creation is reclaimed as one’s
own, and the soul’s only desire is that Creation be restored as a reflection
of the holy thought of God, who is but Love.
Love is a radiant splendor forever shining beyond all appearance, a splendor
held as a distant memory in the heart of all forms of Life, and it is this that
Life strains to rediscover. When this is accomplished, the very purpose of
Creation will be completed, and the things of Heaven and Earth shall pass away,
as mist before the rising sun.
In this work, I shall address the meaning of servantship, for here is found the
highest calling of the soul, as well as the final enactment possible in the
field of manifestation.
True servantship is not in any way possible while yet there lingers hope for
salvation in the things of the world, including those ideas of salvation which
cleverly conceal the fear that is ego; the dream of the separate self that can
gain, or lose.
I will clarify the true nature of the servant, as well as the qualities of
genuine service. We will journey through the field of obstacles which peep the
highest joy just beyond the grasp of the one who would join in union with God.
Know this: Nothing ever imagined by the mind of man can bring the soul such
depth of peace, such breadth of fulfillment, such heights of unspeakable joy as
can servantship. Enlightenment, when fully realized, gives birth to the servant
as surely as does the flower burst forth from the seed well planted and
nurtured.
Contemplate deeply what is here being spoken, again and yet again, in the quiet
of solitude, for these words I have chosen deliberately. Taking them deep into
your heart will hasten your consummate awakening.
This work is given to assist those who will soon touch the heart of a perfect
Remembrance. It is a great truth that greater works than mine shall you who
serve Love bring forth into the world in these Last Days.
Herein is the introduction completed...
After giving the introduction, He suggested I be patient because this work would
come into form at the appropriate time. He also asked that I keep the little red
notebook close at hand, and I agreed. I had no way of knowing then that three
years would pass before He would finish it!
The process of writing was actually quite simple. I dragged the notebook with me
wherever I went, lived my life, and waited. Sometimes, several months would go
by without so much as a mention of this work from Him. At times He literally
stopped in midsentence, only to pick it up later as if there had been no
interruption. Waking me at two or three in the morning with that familiar little
vibration in my heart continued to be one of his apparently favorite times.
Finally, I grew accustomed to the fact that He might never finish it at all! I
confess that my wife occasionally enjoys telling friends how I threw the
notebook across the room when the words I was scribing pushed my buttons, or
conveniently left it on a friend’s table, “forgetting” what I had done
with it.
In fact, when He dictated the final few pages and said “Amen,” it failed to
sink in that it was done. I got out of my chair to head to the kitchen, suddenly
stopped in my tracks, and muttered, “It’s done. No more little red
notebook!”
Alan Cohen, in his foreword to The Jeshua Letters, called Jeshua “a masterful
teacher.” Looking back, this one simple fact becomes abundantly clear. The Way
of the Servant is a link in an exquisite tapestry being woven by this loving
master, always dedicated to awakening us all to the presence and reality of
Love, beyond our fears and hurts and angers and doubts.
The Way of the Servant, like a good painting, reveals its treasures to you the
longer you linger with it. It has pushed my deepest buttons, showing me where my
own ego games continue, requiring my attention. It has become an everpresent
reminder that He is with all of us always, overflowing with the Love we are
choosing to remember on this planet. We offer it to you as it was offered to us.
If you choose, it will become a blessing on your journey, a constant companion
righting your course whenever, for a fleeting moment, you are tempted to be
distracted by the voice of the world that seems to have made a home in your
mind. As this gift from Jeshua has done for so many, may it also serve to turn
your ear to the gentle Voice that yet lives within us all, the Voice which
speaks only of Love, of what we are together, forever.
Streams of joy!
Jayem
Ubud, Bali
April 2006
BOOK ONE
SERVANTSHIP.
IT APPEARS AN ODD WORD,
YET WITHIN IT LIES THE MEANING OF SACRIFICE,
OF LOVE,
OF TRUE BEING.
SERVANTSHIP IS A VOCATION
TO WHICH ONE IS CALLED,
NOT BY A GOD WHO EXISTS APART FROM YOU,
BUT BY THAT ONE TRUE GOD
WHO ABIDES ETERNALLY
IN THE HEART OF ONE’S HEART,
AND IS FOREVER THE SOUL OF ONE’S SOUL.
FOR THE ONE TRUE GOD
IS YOUR ONLY REALITY,
AND IN THIS DOES THE RECOGNITION DAWN
THAT YOU -
WHO WOULD INSIST
ON THE SMALLNESS OF YOURSELF
AS YOU HAVE DREAMT IT TO BE -
CONTAIN, IN TRUTH, ALL WISDOM;
THAT YOU
CONTAIN ALL PERFECTIONS
HOLY MEN WOULD SO DILIGENTLY SEEK
AND IGNORANT MEN WOULD MISTAKENLY SEEK
IN THE DESTITUTION
OF THEIR WORLDLY DREAMS.
THAT ONE TRUE GOD
TO WHOM YOU ARE ETERNALLY UNITED,
SO THAT NO BOUNDARY BETWEEN YOU
CAN BE DISTINGUISHED,
IS THAT WHICH HAS SUSTAINED
THE INFINITE FORMS
OF YOUR DREAMS,
THEIR INCESSANT CREATION FUELED
BY THE ONE THOUGHT OF SEPARATION.
AND NOW,
IN THE TIME OF RECOGNITION,
AFTER THE ALLURE OF THE DREAM HAS PALED
AND FINALLY LOST ALL TRACE OF SIGNIFICANCE,
AND IN THAT PERFECT SILENCE
WHERE THE SLEEPING SON NO LONGER REBELS
AGAINST THE SIMPLE
AND LOVING
EMBRACE OF THE HOLY FATHER,
THE LIGHT OF THE LIVING CHRIST IS REKINDLED.
AS A FLAME IN A WINDLESS PLACE,
ITS LIGHT GROWS EVER BRIGHTER,
DISSOLVING ALL TRACES OF THE SHADOWS
WHICH HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN,
LIGHTING UP THE DARK PLACES
WHERE THE DUST WHICH IS THE WORLD
HAS SETTLED,
UNTIL EVEN THE DUST IS DISSOLVED
AND BECOMES AS LIGHT ITSELF.
THE DOER IS UNDONE.
THE MAKER OF THE WORLD IS UNMADE,
AND CHRIST AGAIN,
LIVES.
HERE,
THE END OF ALL FRUITLESS JOURNEYING.
HERE,
THE CEASING OF ALL STRIFE.
HERE,
THE REALIZATION OF THE ONLY TRUTH,
BEYOND ALL UTTERANCE,
BEYOND THE UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORLD,
BEYOND EVEN THE DREAM
OF THE ONE WHO WOULD SEEK GOD.
FOR THE SEEKER IS NO MORE,
AS IF HE HAD NEVER BEEN,
SAVE AS A FADING MEMORY OF A DREAM
DREAMT LONG AGO.
RETURNED TO THE EMBRACE
OF OUR HOLY FATHER,
THE ONE WHO HAS RETURNED ACKNOWLEDGES:
“I AM THAT ONE.”
CHRIST LIVES, AND CHRIST ALONE.
AS IT IS,
HAS BEEN,
AND FOREVER SHALL BE.