Amarílis, Deusa da Primavera

A Deusa Amarílis é o espírito da primavera. Essa linda deusa adquiriu a mestria do plano mental e o controle do elemento ar e, como resultado, foi-lhe conferido o poder de rejuvenescer as matrizes que, no interior da consciência do homem, levam à realização do seu plano divino. Amarílis personifica o verde e o dourado da chama da precipitação, que manifesta o poder da criatividade de Alfa e Ômega.

Os anjos e os elementais que trabalham com Amarílis são imbuídos com o espírito da chama da ressurreição, que produz o renascimento da natureza e ajuda a derrotar o último inimigo, que é a morte. Por causa da devoção que dedica ao Espírito Santo na natureza, Deus dotou a Deusa da Primavera com um grande momentum de poder Crístico. Os seres elementais da terra, do ar, do fogo e da água adoram essa filha do Sol e seguem-na de um lado ao outro do planeta, retratando a beleza do amor que ela nutre por todas as coisas vivas.

Amaryllis says:

I bring to the mind those aerating thoughts that are akin to the realm of the elementals—the beautiful billowing sylphs of the air, the gnomes and elementals of the earth in their busy industry, the sacred fire of the fiery salamanders and the undulations of the marvelous undines of the water. All of these convey to humanity an aspect of the fourfold nature of nature’s God.

In manifest form, that which man sees, that with which the artisans work, all malleability and even the hardness of the diamond are the manifestation of the fragrant thoughts of God, thoughts that sparkle with iridescence and wonder, thoughts that flow out majestically into the realms of nature, forest and fields, streams and sky and clouds, all reflecting a cosmic symphony, the symphony of infinite harmony.

Let men learn, then, how they also may, as the tiny elementals do, leap from floral pattern to floral pattern; be cupped within the heart of a rose in consciousness, feel its fragrance, its color and the soft satiny sheen of its petals; how they may revel in the inflow of natural air and the radiance of the warming sun; how they may feel the awakening of manifestation within themselves, the awakening of the manifestation and the sense of beauty.

Beauty and love are in the fragrance of the flowers, and when the flowers blow in a gentle breeze, they sway to and fro, nod their tiny heads and speak of love. Let men learn their language, the language of the heart. And let them understand that poetic meandering that is the reverie of the soul as it inhabits the nature kingdom....

How grateful man ought to be to the wondrous creatures of field and forest, the little invisible creatures who are so wise and so determined in their own blessed efforts to make a carpet of love and splendor for man’s eyes to behold!

How marvelous is the constancy of nature! Season after season these tiny creatures bring forth what otherwise could so easily become the monotonous cycles of manifestation, but they do it with alacrity and joy, and their hearts are filled with a desire to be of service to man.

And what of man made in the highest image, the image of God? How their thoughts do mar all the beautiful patterns of nature. The blight of vile insect creations, the blight of thorny patterns of destruction manifest also in the kingdom of nature because nature has taken on those aspects of human cruelty and fright. Let men learn, then, that as they improve the quality of their thoughts, so will nature more redundantly and perfectly express, so will beauty and perfection more gloriously dress the world in the cosmic wonder that is the nature of God cascading, falling, fragrance from the Sun of sun.

Let men dream, then, of blue skies and fearlessness flame. Let them dream, then, of swaying in those cosmic ballets as the tiny creatures do. And let them understand that the beautiful leap from flower to flower is as though man, in tiny elemental form, were possessed of the wings of a bumblebee, could fly and flit from flower to flower, so gentle and persuasive was his confidence in the mercy of God and these creatures that is exuded from every pore. They have faith in the wonders of their own bodies and their beings, their own minds to devote themselves to constancy and service to man.

Let gratitude flow from human hearts to the eternal God for the wonder of their bountiful service, without which the fruit of the earth could never come forth and garland the world with that mystic splendor of cosmic dew upon the grass.

The inner meaning of the word Amaryllis is: A merry (Mary) God lily, or Alpha merry (Mary) God lily.

Sources

Mark L. Prophet and Elizabeth Clare Prophet, The Masters and Their Retreats, s.v. “Amaryllis, Goddess of Spring.”