Often the helpers who are sent to assist are not visible to mortal eyes. The man in the canyon did not see or hear the loving tender benediction and blessing of Christ. He only felt it and his grief was healed because his heart was opened to receive. And though many of the great and noble ones may remain invisible nevertheless the help is just as real. The members of the great Assembly of Light have so perfected themselves through unselfish love that their vibrations are so high they are not visible to those on the mortal plane -- unless the mortals are quickened by the Spirit of God, and thus their consciousness can be raised so that they can behold with their eyes.
Annalee was sent to help me with the brother grieving in the canyon because she had experienced the very thing he was experiencing and for the same reason. It was her work. I was only privileged to witness and be a very humble observer to a drama so great that I might be given greater understanding.
"Annalee," I asked after we were alone, "Why couldn't you give your name just now?"
"Our brother would have forgotten the blessing he received over his excitement in having seen me. They insist upon giving me credit for this work. I have tried to tell them that no credit is due me. Only God could reveal a work so great. I feel so completely humble -- and even now I am overwhelmed with awe by a record so divine."
"But why can't you return yet to these who must be so anxious to see you again?"
"I would have remained with them in the beginning, except they would have relied on me too much. In this work, as you know, each person must learn to stand upon his own feet, and in his own strength. This is the day in which no man can give of his oil to another. No one can carry another through. It is a work as completely individual as being born and dying. It is like the kernel of wheat planted in a field. Alone it must unfold and find its strength in the dark bosom of mother earth. Alone it must find the power to begin to expand. Alone it must reach up to the light with infinite seeking and heart-breaking (shell breaking) desire to overcome the darkness. Then when it has matured enough to stand alone in the glorious realms of light it finds itself a part of the whole.
"Any individual who has to depend on another for his, or her knowledge, strength, testimony and inspiration can never enter into the great realms of Celestial light -- not worlds without end. That is the meaning of: "Cursed is he who trusteth in the arm of flesh, or maketh flesh his arm." This is a curse indeed. It is a curse so devastating that it has held the world in darkness for generations upon generations. It has cancelled the command to all men, "ask, seek and knock." It has stifled thinking. It has sealed progress. It is damnation -- and truly cursed is he who fails to develop his own light, fails to find God through his own efforts, for in no other way can He possibly be known. And it is indeed a curse to any man who fails in his own great quest. He must do his own seeking, his own searching, and asking, and most of all HIS OWN THINKING.
"It is for this very reason that I could not remain among those I love so much. And now there are some of them, who by their own awakened faith and their own efforts, are almost prepared to receive the great anointing and be ushered into the eternal light."
"Can't you return to some of them individually?" I asked hopefully.
"Not yet, Christine. If we did that it would have more meaning for them than the great message we left them. And that would likewise be disastrous. We dare not think of our great love for them too strongly lest we stand before them before it is time."
"We?" I asked.
"Yes. Reason, my beloved one, and I. He was as much a part of this work as I. He gave all that he had to give for it, and almost more. We are usually together. Just occasionally there are assignments we fulfill alone. He is so very wonderful."
"I have never even heard of him. I should like to meet him."
"And you shall." She had no sooner spoken than a man stood beside her. "This is Reason," she said turning to me.
"Yes. He is wonderful".
Later I learned that their love was a proverb in the great Celestial realms -- How it had endured across time and space from the very beginning of existence -- and in mortality it spanned the years and a continent -- and a lifetime, for they waited for twenty-three years, after meeting on earth, for the privilege of being together.