I met Lanello when he was Mark L. Prophet on April 22, 1961, in Boston, Massachusetts. He was the mouthpiece of the Lord and of the Lord's emissary, Archangel Michael.

As I entered the sanctuary where he had been sent by the Brotherhood to deliver the message of the great Prince of the Archangels, I remembered the words of the prophet Malachi. They were suspended in my mind like crystal: "Behold, I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me"...

Taking my place with the devotees who had assembled for this auspicious meeting of heaven and earth in the power of the spoken Word, I saw him. The Messenger. He was seated in a most peaceful, powerful meditation upon the Lord God.

I closed my eyes and my soul moved with his into the Great Silence of the ascended masters' consciousness. I was caught up in the mantle of the prophet. And, by the momentum of his cosmic consciousness, I entered the Holy of Holies.

Time and space were not. It was as if we had never left eternity. Suspended in the great stillness of the sea of light, we were surveyors of the vast beauty of hallowed space-girded tier upon tier by angelic hosts, Elohim, and hierarchies of the Central Sun. I beheld worlds beyond worlds teeming with intelligences who formed the universal chain of being...

In a moment, in God, the drama of Light evolving light had unfolded before me. My soul knew Reality...

I knew him for twelve years, first as chela of the will of God under the disciplines of El Morya, and then as honored wife and mother of our four children.

It was while I was a student at Boston University that El Morya called me to go to Washington to be trained by him to be the messenger for the Great White Brotherhood. His purpose was to prepare me for the transfer of the mantle of the prophet and the initiation of the 'double portion' of the Lord's Spirit.

I learned that it is the function of the messenger, or prophet, to transfer spirals of cosmic consciousness and energy from the ascended masters to unascended souls...Thus the prophet is the link between the world of the Real and the unreal...

My beloved stayed and taught me day by day out of the depths of his soul's communion with the Lord's hosts...Now and then he would remind me of the inevitable "parting for a season." But though my soul knew the hour and the day and my heart was already pierced by the sword of truth that he brought, my mind sealed itself from the inevitable reality.

But then it came. That memorable day when the garment of the Lord fell upon me. And I stood by—helpless, heartbroken, wanting utterly to die for him, wanting ultimately to live for the children, all of God's children—and watched for forty-eight hours as I saw his soul leave the body temple and reunite with Christ in God in the glory of the ascension.

Truly it was a moment of the greatest sorrow and the greatest joy that the boundaries of human experience can afford. Yet even then he never took his soul's compassionate eyes from me, upholding me as I would uphold him.

Cosmic Consciousness: One Man's Search for God

Mark L. Prophet and Elizabeth Clare Prophet

1986, Summit University Pres

pp. 239-248