From the Introduction to Morya.

I loved him before I knew him….

But then, I have always known him.

Morya.

I remember when he held me in his arms in my little white christening dress. He my father and I so loved, so wanted, so proud to be his. What greater bliss than to love and to live in the heart of one’s Guru forever. What memories nourish the soul in the hours of the Battle Victorious….

I knew him as the Friend of God.

He was always there showing me what I wanted to be…what I could become because he embodied everything that to me was and is God.

Everything I know about God I know to be true because of him.

Morya. The mere mention of his name brings tears to my eyes. Because his love for me is so great that to touch it with some portion of my being is almost unbearable. For such a love can only exist in heaven. To sustain such a love on earth, one must immediately translate it into action.

I must be about my Father’s business because I love him…so much.

How will the world ever know or understand such a love? Why, it is the cause of all my striving and my will to be. My Guru. Yes, I want to be because he lives. And I want to be where he is. And he is everywhere I am when I am in the heart of God’s will. For that is his abode.

He is a mighty eagle that soars beyond the Himalayas. His spirit is so tender, his heart so serenely love, of such immaculate intent that his shield and armor must protect us both from the divine encounter…until it is ordained.

Did you ever know a love so great that you must protect yourself from it, lest it consume you? Then, my friend, you have known Morya and you, too, have loved him. And now you must know him as I do.

Morya is the forget-me-not that grows and blooms inside your heart. The little blue flower is always there. It is a part of yourself. You wouldn’t be you without it. You almost take it for granted. But it is Morya peeping through the aperture of self.

He is oneself…one’s finer self. All that one owns that is noble has come unto one’s temple gliding down the sunbeams of his heart. Morya—shafts of sunshine enter my world, forming cords of love to his heart.

Treasures of eternity occupy time and space where I am because he loves me. Because I am his own.

If I know the meaning of Verity, it is because his own pure reason has filled my mind. He has taught me all I know, from the beginning to the ending of all things bright and beautiful.

He has shown me celestial canopies where cherubim hover. He the illustrious has illustrated to me the mathematics of the stars. He has taken me to the central sun and back again. He has introduced me to his friends on other highways and other worlds.

He has sent me on this mission to his own: To teach them the way of the Will of God and to bring them home to his heart. And so he has called me Mother, for ‘tis the mothering of his blessed sons and beloved daughters that he so requires in this hour of the consummation of worlds….

I love him with a burning love that is the Refiner’s fire—a fire that cannot be quenched until it has done its work. This love translates into a desiring to do more for him, and more and more, until his work is done and our work may rest for a little season until the higher calling comes.

Morya

Mark L. Prophet and Elizabeth Clare Prophet

1983, Summit University Press, pp. ix-xvi