The following lessons are taken from the philosophical teachings of the Order of the Lily and the Eagle

HOPE

My Son, My Daughter,  when clinging onto a fragment of a wreck, you float on the vast ocean in a tempest, a victim of a shipwreck, between life and death, why do you hang on so obstinately, since death is all around you and the void calls you?

Why, if not because you desire life and you still hope?

When death hovers about you, tearing away everything you have cherished most on Earth, when it keeps coming to wrench from you the last particle of your consolation, when, not content to have thus tried you, it opens a wound in your veins to let life ebb away and lead you to obscure dwellings, why do you endeavour to stop the blood with a strong bandage?

Why, if not because you desire life and you still hope?

When death lays hold of you with all its poisonous weapons and turns you into a walking corpse, when it calls you with loud cries and lively gestures, why, Oh my Son, my Daughter, do you imbibe disgusting medicines? Why, if not because you desire life and you still hope?

When, at the ripe age of ninety, you slowly incline toward the grave, which opens before you, my Son, my Daughter, why do you recoil, you who have had your fill of all the satisfactions of life? Why, if not because you desire life and you still hope?

When your home is sorely tried by starvation and when one by one those whom you love die around you, why do you even eat their corpse?

Why, if not because you desire life and you still hope?

When you, my beloved Daughter, lost in the sea and at the mercy of the waves, with your infant clasped to your breast, see a chance of safety appear, why do you hold out your child with all your remaining strength, and give yourself up to death?

Why, if not because you desire its life and you hope for it? When you, my beloved Son, see your own son suffocating and in the last throes of death, why do you set your own mouth to his and breathe life into him while losing yours?

Why if not because you desire his life and hope for it? You do so because children do not yet know the love of life and have not yet entered the terrible current of Hope!

When your wounded heart, hurt and bleeding from a recent loss, weeps for this bereavement, my Son, my Daughter, why do you sigh, if not because you wish to ease the pain and to hope for a better future?

Finally, my Children, when at every step of your life you struggle against death, stumble and fall, by what means do you rise up again if not by the desire and the hope of attaining your goal?

What dissolves the pain that darkens your reason if it is not Hope?

My Children, your personality has limited resources of strength. How does it resist the storms of life that are incomparably stronger and more intense than your own energy?

Hope works these wonderful miracles. Hope pulls you out of the depths of the abyss. Hope lifts you up when you fall and Hope again saves you when you find yourself at the edge of a cliff.

Hope is something that comes to you from outside. When your strength fails you, when you are devastated by pain, Hope penetrates into your heart through your soul and there it begins to burn, hurting you. But incense escapes from its centre; it mounts to your brain, dissipates terror and sets order to your mental state, which was in confusion and made you fear.

My Children,   Have you ever felt a smile cross your lips just on the day after a devastating pain? Have you ever felt fear at this atrocious action that you commit? (To smile after the death of a beloved one!) Yet this atrocious action is repeated, ideas are clarified, fear disappears, the smile returns, life resumes its rights and you nobly bury the beloved objects of your remembrance in the vast field of your memory.

It is not Lethe (Oblivion) at all that has done its work. It is Hope - this powerful factor that leaves my heart and penetrates into yours - that restores all the vitality that was in disorder within you and wipes out a large number of the traces of your sorrow.

It is true, my Children, that whoever mourns rejects Hope. Still Hope, like a benevolent mother, enfolds and enwraps him and separates him from the world of his pain. Hope imposes itself on a person and eventually manages to get the better of the strongest opposition. Then, like a queen, it is enthroned in the hearts of my children, ready to offer them the strength required for the great struggle. Hope creates and realizes within us all the objects of our desires. Hope is my Natural Sun. I have placed it over you so as to warm your lives. That which is Hope for you, is Charity for me.

FAITH

My Son, My Daughter, A long time ago, a venerable man spoke to Humanity about God. His look radiated such light, his gesture possessed such affirmation and his word such harmony that they gave rise to a desire in Humanity to believe in his words. People believed in them.

This desire is called Faith.

Since the beginning of history, the Earth has received prophets from God to speak to Men. In some, Faith was born at the sight alone of the prophet, in others, at his speech, and in others still, at his glance. On those who were hard-of-belief, the prophets imposed themselves by miracles and finally, to the unbelievers and the sinners, these prophets succeeded in creating Faith by the sacrifice of their own life.

Faith has always triumphed in all of Man's attempts to defeat it. Faith is a powerful current; it invades Man, becomes individualized and is modulated in accordance with him. It lives in him and, like a mother, envelopes him and preserves him from the many evils that afflict Humanity.

The man who enjoys the most impious ideas, who leads the most pitiable life, still has Faith and uses it as a weapon against himself at the moment of repentance.

Just before taking action, even thieves call upon the assistance of God, of the Father or the Mother.

He who plots for the death of his neighbour asks God for success.

Nations that are armed to the teeth and rise like a scourge against the heart of Humanity call for the benediction of God on their weapons.

There are pious thieves and there are scoundrels who piously practise their religious duties.

All human beings, without exception, when victims of their own or others' mistakes, alike lift their arms and call upon the assistance of God.

My Son, My Daughter, Do not smile at these paradoxes.

All beings are moulded by the power of Faith and in spite of their misdeeds and their moral defects, Faith never abandons them. To be on the lookout for a victim and incidentally pray to God: this is the spectacle that Men present to us. This happens when the breath of Faith, when this powerful current, which is let loose from the depths of my maternal being, touches those who have not yet succeeded in discerning the profound reasons that animate their life and the aim of their existence.

My Son, My Daughter, Faith and Hope, like impetuous rivers that spring from my bosom, penetrate into Men in order to preserve the instinct of life, to encourage them to face future struggles and to strengthen their vitality when they reach the limit of their endurance and are ready to succumb to the void that draws them.

Hope and Faith are the food and milk with which I nourish Humanity.

Hope and Faith are not illusions; they are realities.

They are not a consolation; they are the sole and real remedy that cures your pain.

Faith is the sister of Hope and similar to it.

Hope takes possession of your heart and imposes itself on your Spirit. Faith takes possession of your mind and imposes itself through your Soul.

No one is unworthy of either one of them because I am the Mother and you are my children and I cannot refuse my heart to anyone who asks for it.

Even he who makes no appeal to me receives the benefits of Faith and Hope, which impose themselves in him and preserve his life.

That which for you is courage, life and strength, issued from the Hope and Faith, which I have placed in you, for me is Charity.

CHARITY

My son, My Daughter,  Why have I given you life, if not to (help you) complete the life of those whom I have created before you?

Why have I given you sight and hearing, if not to (help you) complete the sight and hearing of my children born before you?

Why have I given you speech, if not to (help you) perfect the expression of the desire of all those who call themselves my children?

Why have I given you light, if you were to conceal it from the troubled souls in whose midst I have placed you?

Why have I given you the power of authority, if not to (help you) impose balance among the beings that surround you?

My Child, why have I loved you? So that you may hate others?

Why have I let the feeling of happiness throb within you if not to (help you) apply yourself to spreading it around you?

Why have I given you the first form, if you were to warp it in your contact with life?

Why have I provided you with the Idea if you were not to render it fruitful?

My Son. My Daughter, You are atoms, which one by one break loose from me and come to Earth to reshape my life by the harmony among you and by your unity. Why, then, this confusion? Why, then, do you ignore one another, since you are all one and you all come from me?

Not only am I your Mother, but I am also you yourselves!

Not only are you my Sons and Daughters, but you are also Myself!

Everything in me is harmony, love and serenity and nothing comes to impede the normal course, the tranquil course of my eternal life.

Why then, since you are Myself, does this struggle run riot among you and anger rule? Hate replaces love, brute force gets the better of ideas and disowns them, and sometimes death presents itself like some concern of the whole of Humanity (rending it apart) - a Humanity which is but My own Body on Earth.

All this takes place because you do not want to give to others what I have given to you.

All this takes place because you do not want to do for others what I have done for you.

How blind you are! What you refuse to others, you refuse to yourselves and what you deprive from others, you deprive from yourselves!

You retain Hope and Faith for yourselves without any wish to communicate them to others; this is why you suffocate and die.

My Children, When the murderers of my life come to destroy yours, turn away and leave a void around them. They have invented a word that is called "interest" in order to cover up their crimes and mask them with morality.

Interest becomes the cause of discord; interest becomes the cause of war; interest sanctifies the aims of egoism and negation; interest is the loathsome demon created by the decadent mentality of Men.

Interest is the scourge with which you lash your flesh and interest is the living and eternal proof of disharmony.

What does interest mean, since you are all one, and what does "Ego" mean in life, when this "Ego" denies itself?

Is not the interest of some the interest of others?

And when two interests are in opposition, is it not proof of the lack of harmony among you?

This, my Children, is the delusion in which Man gambles today.

You, who are my Elect, you, who have understood me, do for others what I have done for you. What will be a benefit for them will be Charity for you.

And when Charity rules on this earth, the powerful currents of Hope and Faith which flow from my maternal breast will return to me, made still stronger by the action of your Charity. Then, I will live in you as you live in Me.

LOVE - HUMANITY - RECIPROCITY

My Daughter,  Why, like a desperate mother, do you drag along, in this wilderness, wretched and unhappy?

What are you looking for?

Some person or persons whom you can love!

And what have you found?

Some person or persons who do not love you at all.

Everything on this Earth is disconnected, my Daughter. Men are separated from men and animals from animals, because a malevolent spirit has brought trouble, banishing Love from the heart of Humanity and dividing it into nations and groups in order to oppose them to each other and annihilate them.

This malevolent spirit apparently does not wish your death because you are too small to satiate its hunger. In reality, however, it desires your death and kills you, thus killing Humanity as well.

And in sadness, you wander in the wilderness in search of a person or persons whom you could love!

My Children, his is the reality presented before the eyes of a person of good will, when observing beings as individuals and as a whole.

You are separated like herds. The malevolent spirits that separate you are not content with possessing you, and feeding themselves on your sweat and on the fruit of your labour. These malevolent spirits hate one another and so set their herds to confront one another in murderous struggles.

They do not know that you are all Men; they do not even guess that you all belong to the same Mother and to the same Father; they use you as they would use any unconscious force of Nature.

Humanity weeps and nations enjoy its unhappiness.

The Daughter cries in the wilderness and the herds are happy.

You all know this gaping wound, which poisons the soul of humanity, but you do not know how to bring about its salvation.

My Motherly heart was afflicted at this sight, and the Word of God, this great Comforter, came to my aid and blessed me with the Power of Truth.

I have received and I now give!

My Son, My Daughter, From the depth of my eternity, I send you these words, which are the words of the "Word of God".

I have received the Light, which announces the salvation of Men; I give you this Light; receive it and practise Charity.

Feel reciprocity for one another, because I act through love for all humanity.

Do so yourself!

Reciprocity is the great act of charity that will free Humanity from bondage.

Love is the motive, reciprocity is the means, Humanity is the object and its happiness is the aim.

This is the basis of the whole tradition that I intend to describe to you, a tradition in which the salvation of Humanity is found.

Do not make this tradition a simple pastime or distraction. Make it the aim of your life.

My Son, My Daughter, You have given me your oath. I heard your words and put faith in them as well as in you. You will get to know the sacred aim; it is up to you to realize it.

He who avoids this Power of Truth denies Humanity.

He who opposes It betrays Humanity.

Woe to him who attacks It! For then Love, which triumphs over all the limited conceptions of egoism and human meanness, will pounce on the enemy like an Eagle and remove him from Its path.

My Son, My Daughter, Meditate on these words, prepare yourself, become the chosen vessel into which I am charged to pour the divine liquid called TRUTH.

For the love of Humanity, establish reciprocity in its midst.