Presenter of the event

Robert Worobec

Attendees for the event

1. Adriana Wagner
2. Alex Pelin
3. Anna Tavares
4. Ali Alonso
5. Amelia Pelin
6. Argensola Ramires
7. Cecile Agosto
8. Elizabeth Luna
9. Eloisa Hurtado
10. Iraida Ferreira
11. Julio Cesar Luna
12. Lilian Hernandez
13. Liliana Garces
14. Luz Estela Cano
15. Lydia Cortes
16. Maria Carolina Paraventi
17. Maria Gomez
18. Mirian Izada
19. Mario Cruise
20. Mercedes
21. Myladies Almonte
22. Nadine Clare
23. Norma Richards
24. Paul Mokides
25. Perseo Agualimpia
26. Piedades Rivero
27. Raquel Morrison
28. Rosmery Donado
29. Sandra Mateus
30. Sonia Luna
31. Victoria Bianchi
32. William Morrison
33. William White
34. Yenny Luna
35. Yvonne Fly

Several years ago, I had the opportunity to present a brief seminar to my friends at the Miami Study Group regarding the history of music and drama with the ascended masters in Church Universal and Triumphant and The Summit Lighthouse. 

Using both audio and visual supports, we shared the  historical overview of the masters’ use of the violet. Seventh Ray in the creative arts to inspire, uplift, and open hearts to the possibilities of higher aspirations.

In my various roles as singer, actor, director, and long-time student of the ascended masters, I was honored to enjoy a “front-row seat” at the inception and fulfillment of several of the seminal events that have come to be regarded as milestones in the history of our organization.

Probably the biggest life lesson learned when applying the seventh ray of creativity is that God is always the “Do-er,” no matter how much you think you are the one putting it together.

So I thought I’d begin this blog series by sharing how I experienced this lesson firsthand when directing and performing a big show at our church’s annual July Conference many years ago. 

I call it “Come, Holy Spirit!”

For many years, during the freedom conferences held by our church over the July 4^th holiday, we staged various musical presentations as part of the celebration and services. Sometimes these were scripted plays on the lives of the saints or historical vignettes of America’s legacy. 

In 1986, at the last California-based freedom conference before the Church re-located its headquarters to Montana, we put together a variety show of church members’ talents that included everything from opera and Broadway to Western music, magic and puppet acts, to Irish dancing and comedy.

This was also the year of the 100^th anniversary of The Statue of Liberty in New York harbor, and a nationally televised program of the big event, complete with fireworks and tall ships, was scheduled for the same day as the variety show. But the variety show was to be in the late afternoon and completed before the Liberty broadcast in the evening, so conflict would be avoided.

But as so often happens, the day’s events stretched longer than anticipated, and the variety show finally started about 8pm in the big tent erected in the parking lot next to the main chapel on the Camelot property in Calabasas, California. A first-class stage had been constructed on one side of the tent, and every one of the 1,000 seats was filled with an excited audience. 

We were only about a half hour into the show when we were asked to stop, so the video of the live Liberty event in New York harbor could be played on the big screen. Through the magic of television, we all felt part of this tribute to one of our nation’s most important symbols of freedom.

The Liberty program lasted for over an hour, so when we resumed our show, it was well past 9pm. But that didn’t diminish the enthusiasm of either performers or audience. Each new act was rewarded with cheers and sometimes standing ovations. Spirits were flying high, and the video of the event reflects the unbridled joy that filled that tent.

But it was a long show! When the grand finale, complete with much flag waving and audience sing-a-longs was over, the clock reflected the unbelievable time of 12:30am. Elizabeth Clare Prophet, who we affectionately called “Mother,” was asked to join the cast on stage and say a few words. 

After her gracious words of thanks to the cast members and musicians, Mother requested that all of the behind-the-scenes audio-visual personnel also come up on stage so the audience could see how many folks it took to put on the show, and allow those volunteers to receive applause.

Once that was completed, Mother expressed profound love and gratitude for the community and everyone present in that tent. She closed her remarks by saying, “I love all the things you are, and I’m wondering if Robert Worobec would close this event by singing that song to us?”

Now, I had never sung this song before! So, the pianist quickly found a copy of sheet music for the lyrics and handed it to me. I stood center stage, in front of all the other performers, with Mother and two of her family members to my left onstage. 

The video captured my uncertainty as I began the song, singing out to the audience. It’s easy to see how bedraggled and perspiring I was, after not only performing several sections of the show, but directing the backstage preparations for each new act, and then assisting the audio-visual crew in setting the microphones for each performer. Lots of running around! But by this point, I was spent and wasn’t sure I could make it through the song. Turns out my state of exhaustion was just what God needed.

After I sang it very tentatively one time through, the excellent pianist automatically returned to the middle section, called the bridge, to repeat the song again through to completion.

This was the point, so wonderfully captured on video by the “ah ha!” expression in my eyes, that I felt the Holy Spirit take over my performance.

 I stopped looking down at the lyrics in my hand, and consciously turned away from the audience to face Mother directly, as I sang these words on behalf of everyone in that tent, to the heart of our teacher and guru:

You are the angel glow that lights a star,

The dearest things I know are what you are.

Someday, my happy arms will hold you

And someday, I’ll know that moment divine,

When all the things you are, are mine.

As I sang the last line, without any conscious thought on my part, I sang the last two words on the highest possible notes my voice could reach and I held the last note as long as possible, allowing the sound to fade into the night air.

I felt like an observer to this event. I knew in my soul that God had used me as instrument at that moment as the voice of Guru Ma’s chelas to express their love and appreciation for everything she had done for us.

As the cheers and applause broke out, Ma’s eyes filled with tears. She grinned the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. And she just kept nodding her head at me, which I understood to convey “that is what it’s like to serve God when we get out of the way.”

We each folded our hands and bowed in respect to one another.