George Lancaster
George Lancaster a effectué son ascension le 8 février 1984, à 19 h, heure des Rocheuses, depuis le Royal Teton Retreat, après avoir équilibré 65 % de son karma. Un ami fidèle, un cœur honnête, un chela dévoué des maîtres ascensionnés, un ami très spécial, un compagnon des messagers et de leur famille, et un véritable frère pour chaque membre de notre communauté. Oncle George était aimé de tous ceux qui le connaissaient.
Enfance et jeunesse
L'âme de George a traversé le pays et le siècle à travers des expériences à la fois profondément humaines et sublimes. Il est né à Creighton, dans l'État de New York, le 7 mai 1896, et s'est éteint le 5 novembre 1983 à Anaheim, en Californie. Son père, Joseph Henry Lancaster, travaillait dans les forces de l'ordre et sa mère, Alice Patchin, était femme au foyer. Après avoir fréquenté l'école primaire à Brooklyn, New York, George a déménagé avec ses parents et ses frères et sœurs dans l'État de Washington, où il a commencé à travailler comme géomètre dès son plus jeune âge, sans sans doute avoir terminé ses études secondaires.
Il devint acheteur de fruits et travailla dans des entrepôts de conditionnement à travers tout le pays, avant d'arriver en Californie en 1915. C'est là qu'il rencontra sa femme, Beth, qu'il épousa en 1917 à San Bernardino. Ils s'installèrent dans l'État de Washington pendant quelques années, puis déménagèrent à Long Beach où George se lança dans le commerce des batteries et travailla par la suite pour l'office du logement de la Marine, tandis que sa femme, une femme d'affaires très compétente, faisait le commerce de fourrures et gérait des orangeraies.
À la découverte du Phare de summit (Summit Lighthouse)
George possédait la qualité la plus chère à El Morya : la constance. Après avoir découvert la Grande Fraternité Blanche en 1961, il assista à toutes les conférences qui suivirent et accompagna les messagers lors de leurs voyages en Inde, au Moyen-Orient et en Amérique du Sud. Il se levait chaque matin entre deux et trois heures, saluait les maîtres et décrétait jusqu’à six heures, heure à laquelle il se rendait à ses occupations au Cherokee Mobile Home Park à Anaheim, qu’il dirigeait avec sa femme, Beth. Le parc était un modèle de beauté et d’efficacité dont ils étaient tous deux fiers ; et, au cours des dernières années, George prenait un plaisir particulier à s’occuper du jardin qui fournissait ses célèbres tomates et un large assortiment de légumes à tous ses voisins et amis.
Saint Germain, the Knight Commander, bestowed upon George the title of Sir Grand-pere as he knighted him in a ceremony honoring sons and daughters of the flame who over the years had demonstrated a certain attainment and striving on the Path. And George was the grandfather of the organization. He arrived on the scene in Washington just about the time Mark met Elizabeth, offering unfailing support and love through the ups and downs, the thick and thin of every trial and circumstance. His presence always there, his sweet smile, the twinkle in his eye, his laughter, simplicity, genuineness, and reality were a powerful force in our movement for twenty-two years.
The quality of heart
You could look at George and feel his heart and know that it was to souls like him that the LORD was speaking when he said: “Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world to try them that dwell upon the earth. Behold, I come quickly: hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown. Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God. And I will write upon him my new name.”[1]
Yes, George had a listening ear and an open heart. He listened to every word of the dictations and the lectures, carried out every assignment, made every call and gave every decree ever requested from the platform—even if, all told, it would take him four hours a day! And then, every great once in a while, he would ask if a certain decree he had been giving for four or five years was still on the “required list”!
The key driving force in his life, from the moment he found The Summit Lighthouse, was his determination to make his ascension. Each time he had a moment for a chat with the messengers, he would ask about his progress: “How much karma am I balancing? Am I getting anywhere, am I going to make it?” His favorite masters were Serapis Bey, Lanello, and El Morya, and he loved to read the Dossier on the Ascension over and over again.
George took seriously the dictation of Archangel Gabriel given in San Francisco on August 12, 1979, in which he admonished: “If you would ascend, you must confess your sin, repent of your sin, then cease sinning.... And do not withhold from God or from the messenger any compromise of the Law or of the Path.” One day George called Elizabeth and said, “I’ve got to come to Camelot so you can hear my confession of all the things I have done in this life so that my conscience and my record will be clear, and you can make calls for me for the clearance of these things.”
Quite certain that George was already a saint, Elizabeth nevertheless happily conceded to hear his confession. Though George himself was the humble penitent with heartfelt regret for the wrongs he felt he had committed against his wife or family members or friends, Elizabeth could see only the light and the glory of God and the holy angels who kept the vigil with him. She made the calls, as he requested, for the violet flame and the law of forgiveness and saw the records of these events so burdensome to George slip into the all-consuming fire of God’s love.
One of the earliest memories we have of Uncle George after he joined the Summit took place at Holy Tree House in Virginia and earned him the nickname of “Fire Chief” forever! On a windy day just before a conference, George was burning paper trash in the backyard when all at once the grasses caught fire, moving in the direction of the woods. For about forty-five minutes, all hands were on deck with every available hose to douse the flames. We would never forget it and he never lived it down, but now it seems prophetic of the moment when his soul, ablaze with the living flame of Love, is about to ignite a world.
Sources
El Morya, Pearls of Wisdom, vol. 40, no. 43, October 26, 1997.
Keepers of the Flame Lesson 30
- ↑ Rev. 3:10–12.